After teaching Xia Yueshan a few moves, Lin Yu kneaded Xia Yueshan's shoulders. Finding that his muscles were well - developed enough, he nodded and said,
"You've done a great job with your workouts so far."
"From now on, reduce your daily training by two - thirds. Just make sure these muscles don't atrophy."
"It's okay. I don't feel tired."
Xia Yueshan grinned stupidly, looking nonchalant.
"This isn't about whether you're tired or not,"
Lin Yu explained,
"You're still young and in the stage of growing up. Excessive exercise can affect your height."
"Just maintain a normal amount of exercise. Don't push yourself too hard."
"Otherwise, don't blame me if you don't grow taller in the future."
"Ah?"
"Really?"
Xia Yueshan asked in surprise.
Lin Yu nodded and said,
"Ordinary exercise or slightly excessive exercise is fine, but the training quota I gave you was indeed too heavy. So from now on, just keep one - third of your previous exercise volume. Don't let it affect your development."
"Okay,"
Xia Yueshan nodded and said,
"I got it."
"Alright, then I'm leaving."
After giving instructions to Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu walked towards the motorcycle parked beside.
When he reached the motorcycle, he took out the helmet from the trunk, straddled the motorcycle. Just as Lin Yu was about to put the helmet on his head, Xia Yueshan chased after him, his eyes shining with unprecedented excitement and said,
"Wow!"
"What a cool motorcycle!"
"Is it yours?"
"Yes, it is,"
"What's up?"
Lin Yu replied indifferently.
"Brother Lin Yu, you're so rich!"
Xia Yueshan said with star - struck eyes.
"Rich?"
Lin Yu didn't understand why Xia Yueshan thought so. Although he could make ends meet now, he was far from being rich, right?
"Where did you get the idea that I'm rich?"
Lin Yu asked puzzledly.
"From this motorcycle!"
Xia Yueshan said matter - of - factly,
"This motorcycle is from a big foreign brand. No motorcycle from this brand costs less than 50,000 yuan!"
"Ah?"
"So expensive?"
Lin Yu was also greatly surprised. He didn't expect this motorcycle to be so valuable.
"Of course. This, this..."
Xia Yueshan scratched his head and mumbled to himself,
"What's the name of this brand again?"
But soon, Xia Yueshan stopped dwelling on the brand name of the motorcycle. He keenly caught the surprise in Lin Yu's words. He stared at Lin Yu with wide eyes and asked incredulously,
"Brother Lin Yu, don't tell me you stole this motorcycle?"
"What are you thinking?"
Lin Yu glared at him and said,
"This motorcycle was given to me by someone. I originally thought it was only worth about ten thousand yuan. I didn't expect it to be so expensive."
"By the way, Xia Yueshan, do you know a lot about motorcycles?"
"Help me check if this motorcycle is genuine and if it has been modified."
"The guy who gave me this motorcycle is a bit stingy. I don't really believe he'd give me something so valuable."
"I'm not an expert. I've just read about them online,"
Xia Yueshan said as he walked around the motorcycle, observing it carefully.
After a while, Xia Yueshan shook his head and said,
"In my opinion, there are no signs of modification on this motorcycle, and it doesn't look like a fake."
"But what I say may not be accurate."
"Brother Lin Yu, if you want to figure out if this motorcycle is genuine, it's better to ask at the official flagship store. They're the authorities."
"Okay, I got it."
Lin Yu nodded. After getting the information he wanted, he picked up the helmet again and was about to put it on and leave.
While putting on the helmet, Lin Yu noticed Xia Yueshan's eager face. He stopped and showed a gentle smile. He asked with a smile,
"What? Do you want to have a try?"
"Yes! Yes!"
Xia Yueshan nodded vigorously, his black eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
"Bang!"
Lin Yu picked up the helmet and lightly hit Xia Yueshan on the forehead. At the same time, he snorted and said,
"You want to try? What are you trying for? You little kid whose teeth may not even be fully grown wants to ride a motorcycle? Go home and remove the two training wheels from your bicycle first!"
After having his fun, Lin Yu rode away on his motorcycle, feeling refreshed...
...
"Ah~~~~~"
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Under the bright streetlights, Lin Yu sat on the motorcycle with his arms crossed, constantly rubbing his shoulders and sneezing non - stop.
"Damn it! It's really getting cold,"
Lin Yu looked down at his thin knitted sweatshirt and knew it was time to put it away.
"Achoo!"
After another sneeze, Lin Yu quickly rubbed his nose with his finger and sniffed. Lin Yu started to think about whether there were any warm clothes at home suitable for the end of autumn and the beginning of winter.
There were a few cotton jackets and thin winter coats of the previous owner in the rental house...
No.
They were gone.
Lin Yu suddenly remembered that he had thrown out all the clothes in the wardrobe a long time ago. Naturally, those thin winter coats and cotton jackets were also gone.
In that case, he would have to buy winter clothes again.
Well. It was time to buy some new clothes.
Lin Yu didn't feel sorry for throwing away those clothes. After all, the fashion sense of the previous owner, the yellow - haired guy, was really terrible.
It was just awful. Those clothes probably wouldn't even be taken by others for free.
It was Sunday tomorrow. He should go and buy some clothes and daily necessities. There was no way to save on these things.
After taking a short break, Lin Yu leaned forward again, grabbed the handlebars of the motorcycle, and decided to go home in one go.
It's better to get it over with quickly!
As he turned the throttle, Lin Yu looked at the motorcycle under him and suddenly understood a lot.
Actually, even if this motorcycle was genuine, he didn't need to be surprised.
This motorcycle and the shares of that small tavern were not so much a gift from Li Yuan to him as a show for all the members of the Black Blood Gang.
Li Yuan wanted to tell all the members of the Black Blood Gang through rewarding him that following him would never be a bad deal.
Without this meaning, with his stingy personality, he would probably only pay for his medical expenses if he was feeling kind.
Sniffing, Lin Yu turned the throttle and rode towards his rental house against the cold wind.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
