Lin Yu stared at the cat for a while before shaking his head without much hesitation.
"Is there something inconvenient about it?" Gu Yue tilted her head and asked.
Lin Yu paused briefly, then spoke slowly:
"Inconvenience is only part of it."
"More than that, I don’t want to take on this responsibility."
"Responsibility?" Gu Yue blinked in confusion, quietly waiting for Lin Yu’s explanation.
"Yeah," Lin Yu nodded, reaching out to rub the plump, round head of the cat.
It had to be said—this cat’s temperament was unbelievably good.
Even during mealtime, it didn’t resist being petted at all.
And it was its head being rubbed!
Watching the cat ignore its wobbling head, completely focused on devouring its food, Lin Yu couldn’t help but find it amusing.
What a little glutton.
Withdrawing his hand, Lin Yu looked at the cat and continued answering Gu Yue’s question.
"If you take a cat home, you’re responsible for it."
"You have to provide for its food, playtime, and safety."
"When it misbehaves or even causes damage, you have to patiently clean up the mess."
"Because you chose to bring it home, you have to shoulder that responsibility."
Gu Yue listened, seeming to understand but not entirely, while Lin Yu kept his eyes on the cat and went on:
"If you asked me to do these things, I could probably manage well enough."
"But when I imagine all these responsibilities stretched out over years—maybe even a decade—I feel exhausted."
"Even pressured."
"Enough to want to run away."
"So rather than taking on so much, I think it’s better not to bring it home in the first place."
"Less trouble that way."
Gu Yue frowned slightly, her delicate brows knitting in confusion.
"But it’s just a stray cat."
"If it really doesn’t behave, can’t we just bring it back here?"
"How could that be okay?" Lin Yu shot her a disapproving look.
"Once a cat gets used to a safe home, its survival skills weaken."
"If you abandon it later because it’s troublesome, it’ll struggle badly in the wild."
"So," he emphasized, "you have to think carefully before making the choice."
"Ask yourself if you can care for this cat its whole life."
"If you can tolerate its mischief, afford its needs, even handle its worst messes."
"If you don’t think you can, then don’t bring it home."
At this point, Lin Yu stood up, looking down at Gu Yue with a stern expression.
"People have to take responsibility for their choices!"
The two played with the cat a little longer before parting ways.
Feeling the chill, Gu Yue headed home, while Lin Yu went to a roast duck restaurant to wash up and eat.
After a satisfying meal, feeling much more relaxed, Lin Yu prepared to return to his rented apartment to grind away at his foreign language studies.
Helmet on, motorcycle revving, he quickly found his direction and set off toward home.
Lin Yu had always believed humans possessed more than just five senses—there was something else, inexplicable yet undeniable.
Women called it the sixth sense.
But for men, Lin Yu preferred to think of it as a "beauty detection radar."
It was strange.
Sometimes, you’d be happily buried in a meal, only to suddenly look up for no reason.
No conscious thought, no rational decision—just your body moving on its own.
And right then, a stunningly beautiful girl, fair-skinned and dressed to allure, would appear in your line of sight.
Like Spider-Man’s spider-sense.
Right now, Lin Yu was experiencing exactly that.
Without any reason, while riding his motorcycle, he turned his head toward the roadside.
There, standing by a bus stop, was a slender young woman.
Her figure was delicate, her long black hair tied simply into a low ponytail.
A cold breeze swept past, lifting the hem of her plain white dress slightly, revealing socks that rose just above her shoes.
If one looked closely, they could even spot the adorable long-eared dog pattern printed on them.
Elegant yet playfully youthful.
Her graceful, jade-like posture drew many gazes.
Men waiting at the same bus stop kept stealing glances at her.
A few young men stared so frequently that, if not for basic decency, their eyes might’ve fallen out.
Lin Yu couldn’t see her face, but judging by her silhouette and the reactions around her, she was anything but ordinary!
Still on his motorcycle, he didn’t dare stare for safety’s sake.
After one glance, he forced his attention back to the road ahead.
He meant to leave it at that.
But after riding another few dozen meters—just far enough to glimpse her face—his curiosity got the better of him.
Risking another look, he turned his head.
One glance later, his eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flash of awe in his eyes.
At the same time, a mischievous idea sprouted and spread in his mind.
Looking at the girl, Lin Yu smirked.
He twisted the handlebars and steered straight toward her...
] [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!"
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?!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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!
