"Makka Pakka, Acka Lacka, Makka Makka, Moo."
"Makka Pakka, Abba Lacka..."
The phone rang as Lin Yu, cocooned in his blanket like a silkworm pupa, rubbed his face sleepily and picked up the call.
"Hello?"
"Where are you right now?"
Hearing the distinctively cool and clear voice on the other end, Lin Yu immediately knew who was calling.
"At home."
"What do you want?"
Lin Yu rolled over on his small bed and scratched his butt before asking.
"I'm in a bad mood."
"Come out and keep me company."
Bad mood?
Three question marks slowly surfaced in Lin Yu’s still half-asleep brain.
Why go through all this trouble just because she’s in a bad mood?
Wouldn’t it be easier if he just cursed her out a couple of times?
After a moment of deliberation, Lin Yu swallowed back the insults on the tip of his tongue.
Going out for a walk wouldn’t be so bad.
His brain had been fried from days of studying, and some fresh air would do him good. Plus, he could squeeze a couple of nice meals out of her while he was at it.
"Sure."
"Where are you now?"
"Should I come to you, or will you come to me?"
There was a brief silence on the other end, as if Qing Mo hadn’t expected Lin Yu to agree so readily. After a pause, her voice came through, tinged with a hint of delight:
"I’ll come to you."
"Just wait downstairs for me in half an hour."
"Ok."
After hanging up, Lin Yu checked the time—8:30 AM. According to Qing Mo, he still had half an hour before she arrived.
Hmm.
No way he could squeeze in another full nap.
But he could at least close his eyes for a little while.
With that thought, Lin Yu slowly let his heavy eyelids droop shut...
...
Opening the butterfly door of the sports car, Lin Yu bent down and slid into the passenger seat. After shutting the door, he guiltily rubbed his nose, not daring to look at Qing Mo beside him.
A moment passed, and when the car still hadn’t started, Lin Yu finally spoke up weakly:
"Sorry about that. I accidentally dozed off again, and my phone died, so I didn’t hear your calls."
Even after his apology, Qing Mo remained silent and motionless. Curious, Lin Yu turned to look at her and saw the reproach and displeasure in her cold eyes.
In an instant, he understood.
Glaring at her, Lin Yu’s courage flared up, and he snapped fiercely:
"What are you staring at?"
"Think you’re special or something?"
"You had to wait two extra hours for me, and now you’ve got an attitude?"
"Cut the crap!"
"Just drive already!"
"I’m starving."
"Take me somewhere fancy!"
Watching Qing Mo’s icy expression soften immediately, Lin Yu maintained his tough exterior while sighing inwardly in resignation.
This woman was hopeless.
"What do you want to eat?"
Qing Mo asked softly, her tone now gentle.
"Dunno. You pick."
"But if I’m not satisfied, I’ll—"
"I’ll..."
Lin Yu paused, searching his mind for the perfect punishment for Qing Mo. After a moment, he growled:
"If I’m not satisfied, I won’t curse at you once this entire winter break!"
A flicker of unmistakable panic flashed in Qing Mo’s eyes, and she immediately began asking more detailed questions about his tastes and preferences.
"Something with lots of meat, flavorful, and filling."
Lin Yu leaned back in his seat and stated his demands seriously.
Not daring to object, Qing Mo noted his requirements and mentally sifted through restaurants that fit the bill as she drove the sports car away from the rundown neighborhood...
...
After a hearty meal at an upscale riverside restaurant, the two took a stroll along the riverbank.
Both shores were blanketed in white, and the river itself was dotted with countless broken ice floes.
The rushing current shattered the thin ice that hadn’t fully solidified, washing large chunks to the banks. Layer upon layer, some stacked vertically, others slanted, frozen into formations that resembled icy rock strata—a striking sight that felt refreshingly novel.
As Lin Yu admired the snowy riverside scenery, he asked casually:
"So, what got you so upset today?"
Qing Mo kept her gaze forward and replied calmly:
"Zhou He went to complain to my parents."
"They still favor him."
"They don’t want me to break things off with him."
Lin Yu nodded noncommittally and pressed:
"And then?"
"Then we argued, and I left to find you."
Qing Mo’s tone was indifferent.
Lin Yu nodded again and let the subject drop.
The two walked side by side along the river, and after some time, Lin Yu—tired from the walk—stopped by a bench. Brushing off the snow, he plopped down to rest.
Qing Mo halted as well, but she hesitated at the edge of the bench, seemingly unsure.
Lin Yu swept another clean spot on the bench and shot her an exasperated look.
"Always so damn picky."
Qing Mo glanced back at him, the corner of her lips lifting imperceptibly, and sat down without a word.
Once they stopped moving, the cold seeped in quickly. Lin Yu zipped his coat all the way up, stuffed his hands into the pockets, and continued gazing at the river, letting his mind drift.
"Lin Yu," Qing Mo turned to look at him, her voice soft, "can you tell me why you changed your mind after coming out of the shower that day?"
Lin Yu thought for a moment and offered an analogy:
"Say I want to lose weight, so I decide not to eat late-night snacks. But then, right in front of me, there’s this incredibly delicious, aromatic snack—and I’m a little hungry."
"Tempted by the smell, I can’t resist the urge to eat it."
"But just as I’m about to dig in, my phone rings. I have to put the food down to answer."
"The call is from some guy selling diet pills."
"He makes me remember what I really want."
"So, I turn down the snack."
"Basically, reason won over desire."
Qing Mo listened quietly. After a long pause, she smiled faintly and praised:
"You’re amazing."
Then, with a sigh, she added wistfully:
"But I can’t do that."
"I don’t have a choice. The only thing in front of me is this one perfect dish—everything else is just dry bread and flavorless broth."
"I can’t bring myself to refuse it."
"Having never tasted salt, I can’t use reason to fight my body’s craving for it."
"Lin Yu."
She turned to face him, her eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness.
"Be with me."
"I can give you everything you want."
] [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!"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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!
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?!
