Watching the sports car parked horizontally at the school gate start up and drive away, Lin Yu let out a relieved sigh.
Thank goodness Qing Mo is obedient.
If she kept blocking the school entrance like this every day, Tang Manman would definitely be upset if she saw it!
Taking another sip of the ice-cold sweet drink, Lin Yu let out a small burp, expelling the carbonated gas.
Tucking the bottle into his school uniform pocket, he turned and headed toward the classroom.
He wondered what Qing Mo wanted this time.
Last time, when she demanded money in her office, he had been in a rush to pay Tang Qinqin’s medical bills and ran off without doing anything.
Now that she had come looking for him again, it probably wouldn’t be so easy to get away with nothing.
"Ugh!"
At the thought, Lin Yu heaved a heavy sigh.
No choice.
When you’re caught in the game, you play by its rules.
For Tang Manman’s sake, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to make some sacrifices.
If her sister died from lack of treatment, how heartbroken would she be...
As he mulled it over, Lin Yu’s brows gradually furrowed, his expression turning grim.
Wait a minute—
Why does this scenario feel so familiar?
Lin Yu frowned deeply as fragments of memories he once despised surfaced in his mind.
The voluptuous, mature wife:
"There’s no other way… If I don’t do this, my husband will lose his job.
It’s fine. As long as I can see his happy smile when he comes home every night, any price is worth paying..."
The young mother:
"It can’t be helped. If I resist, those bullies at school will only torment my baby even more.
For his sake, enduring a little humiliation is nothing..."
The newlywed beauty:
"My husband’s investment failed, and now we’re drowning in debt. The collectors keep harassing us, and he looks so stressed, so exhausted...
As his wife, shouldn’t I do something to ease his burden?
Even if… even if what those collectors are asking for is outrageous…
If it can make his life easier, I’ll do it..."
The gentle schoolgirl:
"You’re saying… if I go with you…
You’ll stop bullying X, right?
…Fine.
I’ll go with you..."
Lin Yu’s eyes widened as he compared these scenarios to his current predicament. After a moment, he reached a jaw-dropping conclusion.
Damn it!
I’ve become the heroine!!!
...
The melodious school bell signaling dismissal echoed through the air, usually lifting Lin Yu’s spirits.
Normally, he’d have slung his backpack over his shoulder and bolted out the door by now.
But today, he remained seated, unmoving.
The realization he’d come to earlier had hit him hard.
Lin Yu had imagined himself as the "other man" or even the cuckolded husband.
But never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d end up as the heroine.
Goddammit!
Back when he read those comics, watching the heroine make one stupid, self-sacrificing decision after another, he’d wanted to slap some sense into her.
But now that he was in her shoes, he finally understood the helplessness…
Wait—
Why was he empathizing with this?!
Rubbing his face in frustration, Lin Yu forced himself to stop overthinking.
Qing Mo was still waiting for him near the school, parked outside a convenience store.
What’s meant to be will be.
Might as well see what she wants.
Having made up his mind, Lin Yu grabbed his single-strap bag, slung it over his shoulder, and left the classroom.
Descending the stairs to the first floor, he spotted Gu Yue still lingering in the lobby and was mildly surprised.
He’d assumed she’d have left by now.
Walking over, he exited the school building with her.
Gu Yue kept her head down the whole time, silent and wilted like a flower, clearly weighed down by something.
But Lin Yu barely noticed.
His mind was too occupied with bizarre thoughts.
Tang Manman, unaware but in need of help.
Himself, silently bearing the burden alone.
And Qing Mo, high and mighty yet lusting after him.
Damn it all!
This was textbook NTR plot material!
How exciti—
No!
How disgusting!
Bristling with frustration, Lin Yu stomped alongside Gu Yue to the school gate.
As usual, Gu Yue instinctively turned west after exiting, but after a few steps, she paused when she realized no one was following.
Glancing back curiously, she saw Lin Yu still at the gate, waving at her.
"Not going the same way today. Head back alone—I’ve got things to do."
Gu Yue seemed to want to say something, hesitating before finally letting out a weak "Oh," then trudged off like a dejected flower.
Lin Yu turned east, walking in the opposite direction.
Arriving at the convenience store where Qing Mo was waiting,
he immediately spotted the sleek, eye-catching black supercar.
Scratching his head, Lin Yu couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment. No matter how many times he saw it, Qing Mo’s habit of changing cars as often as clothes still got to him.
Damn capitalists!
Should’ve asked for more money that day!
With a scowl, Lin Yu approached the car, opened the butterfly door, and slid into the passenger seat.
"What do you want?" he asked bluntly.
"Dinner," Qing Mo replied, her voice as cool and melodious as ever, laced with the aloofness and commanding tone of someone used to authority—a habit ingrained over years and hard to shake.
"Just dinner?" Lin Yu turned to look at her, seeking confirmation.
Qing Mo stayed silent, but the subtle tension in her expression betrayed her nerves, suggesting the night wouldn’t be so simple.
Having his answer, Lin Yu didn’t press further.
Sigh.
Wonder what’s in store tonight.
How… exciting—
(Entire line crossed out)
How… unsettling.
...
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...
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
