There were still over twenty minutes until the movie started. Seeing Gu Yue in low spirits, Lin Yu knew she was a little upset about not being able to watch the horror film.
After some thought, Lin Yu decided to make it up to her in a small way.
He walked over to a nearby plush toy store, tapped on the counter, and gave the girl inside a meaningful look.
The girl immediately understood. She hurried to the computer, tapped a few keys, then raised her hand and flashed Lin Yu an "OK" sign.
Satisfied, Lin Yu nodded, bought some game tokens, and returned to Gu Yue. Patting her shoulder, he said,
"Come on."
"The Claw Machine God will take you to win some plushies."
"Claw Machine God?"
Gu Yue blinked at Lin Yu, as if asking when he had given himself such a dorky title.
Lin Yu didn’t respond. Instead, he turned and walked toward the claw machines.
Gu Yue stood up and followed him.
When they reached the machine, Lin Yu suddenly felt playful. With a serious expression, he asked Gu Yue,
"Do you believe I’m the Claw Machine God?"
Gu Yue looked at him, the corners of her lips curling into a restrained smile as she nodded and said,
"I believe you!"
"…?"
Lin Yu was caught off guard by her answer.
Shouldn’t you be saying you don’t believe me?
Why aren’t you following the script?
To salvage his plan, Lin Yu asked again, this time with a less serious expression—more like a pleading just play along look.
Gu Yue pressed her lips together even tighter, her cheeks puffing up slightly as she shook her head and changed her answer in an adorable tone,
"I don’t believe you!"
"You don’t?"
Instantly, Lin Yu resumed his serious demeanor, now with a hint of disdain for the ignorant mortal before him.
"Then try it yourself. See if you can grab a plushie."
He pointed at the claw machine, urging Gu Yue to give it a shot.
At the same time, his other hand was hidden behind his back, gesturing wildly toward the counter.
Gu Yue stepped up to the machine, took the two coins Lin Yu handed her, inserted them, and started playing.
The mechanical claw moved under her control, descended, and grabbed—only to lift the red dinosaur plush halfway before losing its grip, returning empty-handed.
Gu Yue released the joystick and shrugged, completely unfazed by the expected outcome.
"Couldn’t do it, huh?"
Lin Yu asked smugly.
Gu Yue nodded matter-of-factly.
Without hesitation, Lin Yu reached out, pinched her soft cheeks, and tugged lightly—not exactly gentle, but not too rough either.
After letting go, he clasped his hands behind his back and said,
"Alright, now try again."
Confused but obedient, Gu Yue gave it another shot, aiming for the same red dinosaur plush.
As the claw descended, clamped down firmly, and lifted the plushie with ease, her eyes widened in shock.
She turned to Lin Yu, curiosity and amazement written all over her face.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?"
Lin Yu swayed his head with an air of superiority, scoffing,
"Isn’t it obvious? For the Claw Machine God, something this trivial is child’s play."
"Why are you so surprised?"
Gu Yue’s lips parted slightly, her jaw practically dropping.
She kept glancing between the claw holding the plushie and Lin Yu’s smug face, torn between disbelief and the unexplainable scene before her.
Lin Yu was too busy basking in his triumph to notice the delicate girl who had quietly approached from behind.
She tugged lightly on the hem of his shirt.
Feeling the movement, Lin Yu turned—and his expression instantly became a masterpiece of shock.
Su Yuyao, the fourth heroine!
Even though this was their second meeting, his heartbeat still raced uncontrollably.
Was Su Yuyao beautiful?
Undoubtedly.
But was she the most beautiful among the four heroines?
Lin Yu thought so.
At least for now.
At sixteen, her figure was slender yet not fully developed, her striking beauty already evident—yet still softened by youthful innocence and a touch of shyness, making her all the more captivating.
Staring at the sixteen-year-old girl, Lin Yu couldn’t help but recall a line of poetry he had once misunderstood:
"At sweet sixteen, her form is pure, her waist so slender..."
As a naive child, he had assumed "sweet sixteen" was just an ancient term for an eighteen-year-old.
Only later did he realize—it literally meant sixteen.
So ancient people were all lolicons, huh?!
Not that he could blame them.
Aside from the legal concerns, their taste was impeccable.
Once Su Yuyao grew up, Lin Yu wasn’t sure if she could outshine Qing Mo.
After all, Qing Mo’s beauty was also unreal.
But right now, at sixteen, that youthful charm and purity were just too...
Ahem!
AHEM!!!
Sorry, I was briefly possessed by a lolicon.
Su Yuyao was actually quite plain—not even as pretty as Gu Yue!
Suppressing his strange thoughts, Lin Yu forced a cold expression and glared at the "mediocre-looking" Su Yuyao, his voice icy and impatient:
"What do you want?"
Su Yuyao seemed a little nervous, but she mustered her courage, tilting her face up as she asked in a soft voice:
"Claw Machine God, can you grant me the power to grab plushies too?"
"Cough!"
"COUGH!"
Lin Yu’s heart took a critical hit. He covered his faltering composure with coughs.
After regaining control, he scowled at her and snapped:
"What Claw Machine God?!"
"Didn’t your teachers teach you atheism?"
"Instead of studying, you’re spouting nonsense like this?"
With that, he yanked his shirt free from her grasp and growled:
"Scram!"
"Just looking at you annoys me!"
After harshly dismissing Su Yuyao, Lin Yu grabbed the still-stunned Gu Yue and walked away.
Since it was time for the movie, he dragged her straight to the ticket check.
"Wait!"
Gu Yue suddenly snapped out of it, pulling free to retrieve the red dinosaur plushie—and the paper bag she had been carrying all along.
After retrieving what she needed, Gu Yue glanced at the girl whose eyes were already reddening, momentarily puzzled as to why Lin Yu disliked her so much.
But Gu Yue also knew now wasn’t the time to meddle in others' affairs. Clutching the items she had come for, she turned and hurried after Lin Yu...
...
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
