"He definitely isn't looking for me to settle a score."
"As for what you just said..."
"He beat up one of my lackeys?"
"Him?"
"Zhao Dahu did that?"
Lin Yu's face was full of disbelief. How could that guy—who once wouldn't even throw a punch when Lin Yu held his hand and forced him to—suddenly have such a change of heart?
...
Could it be because of his grandfather's passing?
A possibility flashed through Lin Yu's mind.
Just like that trash-picking bastard, who stopped caring about anything after losing the only family he had left in the world.
"Yeah, yeah, it was him."
Gu Yue nodded vigorously, then added sheepishly:
"He went all out—slapped the guy so hard he flew into a wall."
"Rumor has it the guy was dazed for hours, didn’t recover for several classes."
"Why did he do it?"
"Do you know the reason?"
Lin Yu asked curiously.
"No idea."
Gu Yue shook her head at first, then hesitated before adding uncertainly:
"Maybe the guy said something to him?"
"I’m not really sure."
"Oh, right."
"Hey, Long-ge, why are you so sure he isn’t here to cause trouble for you?"
Gu Yue blinked, puzzled.
"He’s definitely not here to cause trouble. Just like you—you’d never come after me, so neither would he."
Lin Yu declared with absolute confidence.
After all, he’d just done Zhao Dahu a huge favor a couple of days ago. Same as when he’d helped Gu Yue teach those purple-haired punks and their gang a lesson. That kind of debt? Zhao Dahu should be falling over himself to thank Lin Yu, not picking a fight.
While Lin Yu brimmed with certainty, Gu Yue wasn’t having it.
Just like me?
How could he be like me?
I don’t cause trouble for you because I like you—does that mean he likes you too?!
At that thought, Gu Yue pouted unhappily and muttered under her breath:
"He’s nothing like me..."
"Huh?"
"Not like you?"
"What’s the difference?"
Lin Yu pressed, baffled.
"..."
Gu Yue glared at his clueless expression, then snapped in frustration:
"There just is!"
"Okay, but what exactly is the difference?"
Lin Yu kept pushing.
"..."
Gu Yue’s cheeks puffed up in anger before she finally exploded:
"Figure it out yourself!"
"Got two eyes but can’t see a thing!"
After shouting, she stormed off in a huff, not even looking back.
Lin Yu stood frozen, stunned by the first scolding he’d ever gotten from Gu Yue. By the time his slow brain caught up, she was already ten meters ahead.
Watching her retreating figure, his eyes widened in utter shock.
"What the hell?!"
"Gu Yue!"
"You’ve got some nerve now, huh?!"
"Talking to me like that?!"
"You asking for a beating?!"
Lin Yu roared, clenching his fists as he charged after her.
"Ahh!"
"Help!"
Hearing his rapid footsteps closing in, Gu Yue dropped the act. She shrieked and bolted like a startled rabbit...
...
After a full day of mind-numbing classes, Lin Yu slung the tattered single-strap bag over his shoulder and trudged out of school, body and soul utterly drained.
Less than a hundred meters from the school gates, Lin Yu looked at Zhao Dahu, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and asked weakly:
“What’s up?”
Zhao Dahu nodded. He unzipped his jacket slightly, reached inside with his large hand, and pulled out a rectangular cloth bundle.
Carefully unwrapping it, a shade of red that brought instant delight to anyone who saw it appeared in his palm.
“Brother Long, here’s the rest of the money. Returning it to you.”
Zhao Dahu extended the stack of bills toward Lin Yu.
Lin Yu stared at the cash in Zhao Dahu’s hand and couldn’t help but ask, exasperated:
“Why didn’t you just transfer it to me through your phone? Why go through the trouble of coming all this way?”
Zhao Dahu scratched his head and replied with simple earnestness:
“My grandpa told me before he passed—you don’t thank your benefactor just over the phone.”
“Especially someone who’s done you a huge favor.”
“You’ve got to say it face to face—that’s how you show sincerity.”
“Otherwise, it’s disrespectful to the person who helped you.”
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.
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?!
