Following up at Jiashi Hotel, the man in a long black cotton-padded jacket looked around. After not finding the figure of that person, he came to the front desk.
Putting down the heavy iron bucket, he forced a not-so-good-looking smile at the hotel front desk staff and asked, "Young man, did a man in a white cotton-padded jacket, with yellow hair and a slicked-back hairstyle come here just now?"
"Yeah."
The young man, who was not very old and looked a bit chubby, nodded and said, "He did come."
"What's the matter?"
Hearing that the person was really here, the man's tone immediately became excited and he asked, "Which room is he in now?"
The hotel front desk staff sized the man up and down. Out of professional ethics, he shook his head and said, "I can't tell you that."
The smile on Liu Yu's face froze. He didn't continue to ask, but unzipped his cotton-padded jacket and reached inside.
After a moment, he placed his hand on the front desk and tapped the countertop with his fingers.
After attracting the young man's attention, he slightly separated his index finger and middle finger, revealing a corner of the eye-catching bright red banknote inside, and said with a smile, "Young man, do me a favor. I have something to do with him."
The chubby young man glanced at the thick red note, and there was an obvious look of temptation in his eyes.
Almost without hesitation, he quickly stood up, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then reached out to cover the man's hand. After getting the money from the man, he quickly stuffed his hand into his pocket.
Sitting back down, he asked calmly as usual, "Is he your younger brother?"
"Okay."
"I'll check the surveillance to find out for you."
The man smiled silently and didn't say much.
"On the sixth floor."
"Room 603."
After watching the surveillance for a while, the chubby young man looked up and said.
"Okay."
"Thank you."
The man nodded and thanked with a smile. He bent down to pick up the yellowish-brown iron bucket at his feet. There was a sound of liquid flowing and colliding inside the bucket, but in the noisy hotel front desk, this not-too-loud sound didn't catch anyone's attention...
...
"You're saying that it's because of me that your sister's grades have dropped to this level?"
Lin Yu pointed at his own nose, with a shocked expression as if he had just learned that there were ghosts in the world.
"Yes."
Tang Qinqin nodded obediently on the surface, but secretly cursed Lin Yu for being good at pretending in her heart.
Isn't it your careful planning that has made my sister like this?
You're still pretending here?
Naturally, Lin Yu didn't know what Tang Qinqin was thinking. He frowned and thought.
After thinking for a long time.
Lin Yu still thought this matter was a bit too absurd.
How could it be?
He wasn't some super handsome guy.
What made a good student like Tang Manman, who was good-looking, had a good personality and was a three-good school belle, so obsessed with him that she even neglected her studies?
Looking up and putting his eyes back on Tang Qinqin, Lin Yu asked distrustfully, "Are you lying to me?"
"I'm not!"
This time, Tang Qinqin was much more confident and shouted loudly, "My sister was calling your name in her dreams when she had a fever a few days ago!"
"I don't know what kind of spell you cast on her."
"To make her miss you so much..."
Tang Qinqin murmured softly.
"I..."
Lin Yu opened his mouth, wanting to refute Tang Qinqin, but didn't know what to say.
Since things had come to this point, even though Lin Yu thought this kind of thing was unlikely, he couldn't help but believe it.
Actually, thinking carefully, Tang Manman's grades did seem to start dropping sharply after he rejected her confession.
If there was no other reason.
It seemed that only this reason could make sense...
If that was really the case, how should he face her in the future?
Lin Yu had a headache.
Continue to avoid her?
Obviously, that wasn't appropriate.
Then...
...
What's that smell?
Lin Yu sniffed and frowned tightly.
A few minutes ago, there had been an unusual smell in the air, like gasoline. But at that time, Tang Qinqin was talking about something important, so Lin Yu didn't pay attention.
Maybe the hotel needed some paint touch-ups?
But now the smell had changed. It had become an unbearable smell.
It smelled...
Just like something was burning!
Lin Yu suddenly stood up and turned around. He saw that in just a few seconds, the crack under the hotel room door, which had been normal before, started to emit white smoke. And the white smoke quickly turned black in just a few more seconds. There were even tiny, barely noticeable red tongues of fire in the black smoke.
Damn it, there was a fire?
Lin Yu was shocked. He quickly walked to the room door and pushed it open to see what was going on outside.
As the door opened, a wave of heat rushed towards him.
Just as Lin Yu had expected.
Damn it, there really was a fire!
And the fire was extremely big.
Since there was a thick soundproof carpet in the hotel corridor, the whole corridor was now ablaze like a sea of fire.
Moreover, the flames had climbed onto the walls, doors, and even the corridor ceiling. It had clearly grown out of control.
Don't fires usually start gradually?
How could it suddenly get this big?
Lin Yu thought it was strange, but there was no time to think more. The most important thing now was to escape from this hotel.
Looking at the flames and billowing black smoke filling the entire corridor, Lin Yu knew that he couldn't rush through this corridor full of flames, but there was no time to make more proper preparations.
Turning to look at Tang Qinqin, whose face had become panicked, Lin Yu quickly ran towards the bathroom and at the same time called out to Tang Qinqin to follow him quickly.
Entering the bathroom, he turned on the shower head.
Lin Yu stood under the shower, getting himself wet. At the same time, he grabbed the disposable towel from the sink and put it under the water to soak it.
Just then, Tang Qinqin entered the bathroom. Lin Yu took the shower head off the wall and handed it to her, anxiously saying, "Get yourself as wet as possible!"
Tang Qinqin naturally knew the urgency of the situation. Without saying a word, she used the shower head to wet herself, while Lin Yu tore the disposable towel into two pieces with force.
After everything was ready, Lin Yu grabbed Tang Qinqin's wrist and was about to take her to rush through the fire.
"Wait."
Tang Qinqin suddenly struggled to break free. Lin Yu let go of her, not knowing what she was up to.
Watching Tang Qinqin run to the corner and take out a mobile phone from behind the potted plant in the corner, a question mark appeared in Lin Yu's head.
For a moment, he didn't know where to start complaining.
At this time, you still care about your phone?
No!
What were you doing hiding your phone there?
Looking at Tang Qinqin who ran back to his side, Lin Yu gave her an annoyed look, but didn't have the time to argue with her. Lin Yu grabbed her wrist and was about to rush out.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"