"Whew~"
"Never mind."
With a heavy exhale, Lin Yu ultimately dismissed the idea.
The reason was simple.
Damn it.
With his limited skills, he wouldn’t get anywhere in the underworld.
"Ugh!"
"So annoying!!!"
Lin Yu frantically tugged at his messy blond hair, his mind a jumbled mess.
His heart felt just as chaotic...
"Maybe I should do something?"
Rubbing the faint stubble on his chin, Lin Yu wanted to distract himself and escape this suffocating emotional spiral.
Clean up the place?
He glanced around—the room was old but tidy, everything neatly arranged. Nothing to clean.
How about homework?
He turned to the open math workbook on the desk, eyeing the single word "Solution" he’d struggled to write in half an hour. Disgusted, he rolled his eyes.
Hah.
Using homework to relieve stress?
What was he thinking?
Then again...
Go out for fun?
But where?
And what would he even do?
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yu found the perfect destination.
The little internet café downstairs!
The thought of the café made his eyes light up.
Now that he thought about it, ever since transmigrating, he’d been busy with Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman’s affairs or studying—he hadn’t touched a computer once.
Let alone played any games.
Tsk tsk!
What a slacker!
Lin Yu shook his head regretfully.
Back in his past life, he’d been an ioi prodigy!
A Silver-tier powerhouse right out of placements, then casually climbed to Gold. During the summer after the college entrance exams, he’d even pushed to Diamond II.
Earning a spot in the Canyon’s Peak.
A true genius!
Too bad...
Lin Yu sighed softly.
He never got to spend the free RP the Canyon’s Peak gave him before transmigrating.
Damn it!
Feels like losing a fortune!
"Ah well."
"Wonder if my skills have gotten rusty after so long."
Excited, Lin Yu stood up and stretched his shoulders.
"Perfect timing—nothing else to do today."
"Let’s go!"
"Time for some fun!"
He turned to leave but paused at the door.
Spotting the small mirror on the shoe rack, he bent down, adjusted his slicked-back hair, and studied his reflection.
Hmm...
"Looks a bit fairer, huh."
Noticing the reduced contrast between his tanned right cheek and his naturally pale left, Lin Yu nodded to himself.
Seems the sunscreen and makeup did help.
"But if I go out like this, should I still wear makeup?"
Frowning, he hesitated.
Even with his right cheek lightened, the difference was still obvious.
Going out like this would definitely draw laughs.
But doing a full face?
Even a quick routine would take at least half an hour.
Lin Yu glanced back at his bedroom, his heart itching like a cat was scratching it.
Half an hour?
No way!
My blade thirsts for blood!!!
After a moment’s thought, he dashed back to his room, rummaged around, and dug out the mask and cap he’d worn when entering Xia Yueshan’s school. Once equipped, he bolted out the door and downstairs...
...
At the café, he booted up the computer, eagerly created an account, and happily launched the game, clicking "Start Match."
In champion select, he instantly locked in Blitzcrank.
After such a long break, Lin Yu decided to warm up with support—no need to ruin others’ games.
Once roles were locked in, the loading screen appeared. Staring at the familiar art, Lin Yu couldn’t stop grinning.
League of Legends!
Let’s go!
...
Six hours later...
That damn Zilean!
I’ll punch this bastard to death!!!
How is he so infuriating!!!!!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
