"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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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!
