At the police station entrance, Lin Yu let out a heavy sigh after a long, exhausting night.
Even though the past day and night had felt like a nightmare—one that made him want to bang his head against the wall just to end it all—he still mustered a weak smile and thanked the uniformed officer beside him.
"Thank you, officer, for helping me out."
"No problem."
The officer waved it off, then paused before adding in a slightly reproachful tone,
"But you should be more careful in the future. What you did was way over the line. Look at what you did to that girl."
Lin Yu opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to explain the reason behind last night’s outburst.
But in the end, he said nothing, closing his mouth just as quickly.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t be bothered to explain—he simply didn’t have the energy left.
The miserable events of the past day and the interrogation tonight had drained him completely. All he wanted now was to go home and sleep, without expending another ounce of effort on anything.
"Alright, I’ll be more careful in the future," Lin Yu nodded heavily, his voice lifeless.
"Mm, go get some rest," the officer replied before turning and heading back into the station.
Lin Yu shoved his hands into his pockets, gripping the hundred yuan he’d borrowed from the police, and hailed a taxi to take him straight home.
Once there, he glanced at the clock on the wall.
4:20 AM.
Looking out the window, the sky was still pitch black. If it were summer, dawn would already be breaking.
Exhausted, he stripped off the clothes he’d bought less than twenty-four hours ago—now too filthy to wear—took a hot shower, dried off, and prepared for bed.
Lin Yu wasn’t planning to go to school today.
After staying up all night, even if he went, he wouldn’t absorb anything. Better to rest properly at home.
As he lay in bed, fatigue and drowsiness washed over him.
The events of the past day and night flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, until all his thoughts condensed into two words:
Worth it!
Damn.
Sure, he’d been unlucky, humiliated, drenched, and even electrocuted.
But if nothing went wrong, the third female lead would definitely have nothing to do with him anymore.
If there was any relationship left between them at all…
It was probably that of enemies.
Lin Yu stared at the ceiling, silently thinking.
Actually, being enemies wasn’t so bad.
At least it was better than whatever mess he had with Tang Manman—unwilling to scold her, unwilling to hit her, and twisting himself into knots if he so much as criticized her.
Compared to that, being enemies wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
After summing it all up, Lin Yu let out a long exhale and drifted off to sleep with a somewhat decent mood…
...
"What?"
"You let him go?"
"How could you let him go?"
"Don’t you know he almost killed Qing Mo?"
The furious voice pierced through the soundproofed walls, reduced to a faint echo in the lavishly decorated bedroom.
Qing Mo sat curled up on the bed, hugging her snow-white, slender legs. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her delicate fingers lightly tracing the dark purple bruise around her neck.
"Compensation?"
"How laughable."
"Who needs his money?"
"Tell him—our Qing Mo has more than enough money!"
"We want him to pay the price!"
"Money means nothing to us."
"We want him behind bars!"
...
"What?"
"It only counts as minor injuries?"
...
After another round of heated arguing, the bedroom door swung open. A handsome man stormed in, his face twisted in anger. When he saw Qing Mo’s despondent figure huddled on the bed, a flash of heartache crossed his eyes.
Assuming she was upset with the police’s handling of the matter, he immediately vowed through gritted teeth,
"Qing Mo, don’t worry. If the police won’t deal with him, I will. I won’t let that bastard get away with this!"
"No need."
Qing Mo’s voice was hoarse, as if the injury to her neck had affected her vocal cords.
"I’ll go find him myself."
At this, she lifted her head and looked at the man by the door, speaking softly,
"Zhou He, let’s break up."
...
...
"Morning," Gu Yue greeted weakly.
"Morning," Lin Yu responded, equally groggy.
The two met at the intersection and naturally fell into step, walking shoulder to shoulder toward school.
"Long-ge, what’s up with you today?"
"You look completely out of it."
Gu Yue’s eyes were half-lidded, her state even worse than Lin Yu’s.
"Didn’t sleep well. My sleep schedule’s messed up—only fell asleep at 3 AM."
Lin Yu was exasperated.
He’d gone to bed at 3 AM the previous night, only waking up at 9 PM, and then couldn’t fall back asleep until the early hours of the morning. No wonder he felt like a zombie!
"What about you?"
Lin Yu eyed Gu Yue’s near-dead expression and asked curiously,
"English studying again?"
Gu Yue nodded miserably, too drained to even complain about the hardships of studying like she usually did.
"Sigh!"
"Sigh!"
Lin Yu and Gu Yue sighed one after the other, dragging their exhausted bodies toward school at a snail’s pace.
"Oh, right."
"Long-ge, why weren’t you at school yesterday?"
Gu Yue pouted slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.
"I waited for you forever and almost ended up late!"
"Ugh."
Lin Yu rubbed his temples and sighed again.
"Don’t even ask. The day before was the unluckiest day of my life—I was stuck dealing with crap until almost dawn yesterday. No way I had the energy for school."
Hearing Lin Yu’s exhausted words, Gu Yue blinked, suddenly perking up.
She instinctively ignored the first half of his sentence, zeroing in on the latter part.
Stuck dealing with crap until almost dawn, no energy for school.
What kind of "crap" was he dealing with?
What exactly left him so drained?
Who was he "dealing with"?!
"What happened?" Gu Yue probed cautiously.
"Don’t wanna talk about it," Lin Yu refused flatly, not wanting to relive those cursed events.
Gu Yue pouted in dissatisfaction but didn’t press further.
They walked in silence for a while before Gu Yue suddenly exclaimed,
"Oh! Right!"
She’d just remembered what she’d meant to say earlier. Turning to Lin Yu, her expression turned serious.
"Long-ge, someone’s looking to cause trouble for you!"
"Who?" Lin Yu asked.
"Zhao Dahu—the tallest and strongest guy in school."
"He went to your class looking for you yesterday."
"You weren’t there, so he grabbed one of your lackeys and beat the crap out of him!"
"Probably came for you, but since you weren’t around, he took it out on your underling!"
Gu Yue spoke with absolute certainty, clearly confident in her theory.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
