Night fell.
Ye Shuang had taken an early shower and returned to his room to rest, having also arranged for Alice and Bobo to stay in the guest rooms. Fortunately, with the bigger house, there were enough rooms on the second floor for everyone.
As for Yu You, she was spending the night with Keke and An Shiyu.
After simply blow-drying his hair until it was half-dry, Ye Shuang sat in a chair and casually browsed the latest news on his tablet, only to find that every app had a splash screen ad pop up.
"Whoever invented splash screen ads is a real genius. I kind of feel like dragging them out and giving them a good punch," Ye Shuang couldn't help but think.
In the news he had just seen, there was even a story about an ad-blocking app being sued by lawyers from Toilet TV Station.
The reason given was that customers didn't mind a few seconds of ads.
"If customers don't mind ads, why would they specifically download ad-blocking software? It's not like it comes pre-installed on the phone."
The next moment, a pleasant notification sound rang out. Ye Shuang saw it was a message from the person called Tootoo.
Tootoo: Hubby, good evening.
Seeing it was Tootoo, and thinking he had nothing else to do at the moment, Ye Shuang casually replied a few words.
Ye Shuang: Good evening. Just call me Xiao Ye.
Tootoo: Then should I call you A-Ye?
Ye Shuang: Better stick with Xiao Ye.
Tootoo: Oh oh, does A-Ye have some special meaning for you?
Ye Shuang was taken aback for a moment, his fingers pausing over the keyboard as he typed his reply.
Ye Shuang: No.
Tootoo: Hubby, do you have a girlfriend?
Ye Shuang: ...
That sentence, why did it sound a bit strange?
Ye Shuang: I used to, sort of.
Ye Shuang replied vaguely like that. He didn't have a strong sense of reality about Zhao Mengyao, but he had still chosen to accept that fact.
Tootoo: Oh oh, I see. So are you single now?
Tootoo: Is there someone you like?
Ye Shuang: There is, I guess.
Tootoo: You sound so unsure. What does she look like? Is she pretty?
Ye Shuang: She's pretty.
Tootoo: Have you caught up to her yet? Is she around your age? Or a girl a bit younger than you?
Ye Shuang: Not yet.
Tootoo: Is she around your age?
Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment: Uh... why are you so fixated on this?
Tootoo: No reason, just curious. Want to play some games together?
Tootoo: I play a lot of games, you know.
Ye Shuang smiled: Such as?
Tootoo: Games like CF, LOL, DNF, QQ Speed...
Ye Shuang: What a coincidence, I've played all of those.
Tootoo: Wanna play?
Ye Shuang explained: I haven't played in a long time, I'd be terrible at them now.
Besides, the older I get, the less interest I have in games. I don't have the same passion as before.
After a while, Tootoo sent a screenshot: Let's play this together.
Ye Shuang glanced at it. It was DNF, a game also known as Dungeon Fighter Online, which had also been running for over a decade.
Play this?
Might as well just log in and see what the game looks like now.
Ye Shuang opened the official website and downloaded the game.
While waiting, he chatted idly with Tootoo, eventually learning that the other person was around his age and seemed to live in a city in the south as well.
What a coincidence.
Right then, the game finished downloading.
"Hmm... Guangyue Server 1." Ye Shuang checked and then logged into the game.
With the familiar icon appearing, a slightly unfamiliar UI window popped up before his eyes.
[ID: Love Yaoyao
Lv.90
Class: Savior]
"Hello, I'm Seria." Back in the familiar inn, Ye Shuang looked around. Not much had changed, though it seemed the game had started a collaboration with The King of Fighters.
The game was pretty much the same as before, with small spending events every three days and major spending events during holidays.
At that moment, Tootoo sent another message.
Tootoo: Did you log in?
Ye Shuang: Yeah, I'm on this channel.
He sent a screenshot.
Tootoo: Wait for me.
While waiting, Ye Shuang casually clicked to check the equipment of other random players. The various colorful gear was a bit hard to understand—he then looked at his own character's equipment. A full set of +13 Wanzhi Rongguang gear, which now seemed completely outdated.
Just then, a message suddenly popped up in the private chat window beside him.
Love Night: Hubby.
Ye Shuang was stunned, inexplicably feeling this ID looked familiar. Was this person Tootoo?
He subconsciously clicked on his own character info, scanned through his friend list, and finally discovered that this person called Love Night was actually on his friends list.
"Huh?" Ye Shuang opened the info and took a look at the heart icon.
[Marriage Info:
Love Yaoyao / Love Night
Marriage Duration: 2599 days
Affection Points: 999]
A moment later, a lavishly dressed little Loli character of the Ishtar's Battle Spirit class walked over next to his character and swayed side to side.
"So we're married in this game too. What a coincidence."
Ye Shuang stared dumbfounded at the computer screen. When he had stopped playing Tian Shu and switched to other games, had he actually married this person called Tootoo again?!
In Dungeon Fighter Online, marriage gave stat bonuses. Back then, Ye Shuang had just wanted to max out his stats, so he randomly shouted in the channel using a megaphone item and pulled someone in to get married.
He hadn't even cared if the other person was male or female, as long as it was a female character class.
Ye Shuang was stunned for a long while before finally typing, "What a coincidence, huh?"
"Yep. So we're husband and wife across two lifetimes now."
Ye Shuang was at a loss for words for a moment, feeling it was all very strange.
But sometimes, fate really is a mysterious thing.
In Tian Shu, she had been the healer supporting him. And in this game, he was the support (Crusader), assisting her in raid dungeons.
"It really is a coincidence. Have you stopped playing this game too?" Ye Shuang checked the other person's level and found they had quit around the same time he did.
They really were from the same generation.
No time to play after graduating from university.
With such a fateful connection, Ye Shuang even felt like meeting the other person in real life.
Love Night: Want to meet up? I think I live pretty close to your city.
Seeing this message, Ye Shuang was taken aback again. She really was on the same wavelength, having a similar idea to his.
But in the end, Ye Shuang typed:
"No, it's fine. We really do have a lot of fate, but let's keep this beauty right here."
He didn't want to get entangled in too many things, even though it was indeed a rare connection.
Love Night: Oh oh, okay.
After chatting with this person for a bit longer, Ye Shuang logged off.
Ye Shuang: Need to rest. Have to work tomorrow. Good night.
Tootoo: Mhm, I have to help out at the shop tomorrow too. Night night.
Putting down his phone, Ye Shuang pulled the covers over himself. Gazing at the ceiling, he murmured to himself,
"What a coincidence..."
...
"Silly..." At that moment, in a high-end apartment on the other side of the city, a beautiful woman with long hair lay on her bed, lazily stretching out an arm.
"There aren't that many coincidences. I met you on purpose."

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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