In the end, Lin Yu couldn’t change Qing Mo’s mind, so he had to go to Class B2 himself while Tang Manman stayed in her familiar Class B1.
After switching to Class B2, Lin Yu immediately felt a different kind of pressure compared to Class A16.
The familiar grind of senior year was back in full force!
It was the kind of senior year where you didn’t even need to push yourself—just the endless barrage of exams and homework was enough to crush you!
Amid the relentless academic workload, Lin Yu gradually lost track of time...
But he didn’t forget about Gu Yue.
After just one morning in Class B2, Lin Yu, already suffering, decided he shouldn’t endure this torment alone!
So during lunch that day, he sought out Gu Yue and asked for her opinion.
"Hey, kid."
"Do you want to gain power (scratch that) knowledge?"
Under Gu Yue’s confused but obedient gaze, Lin Yu smiled with satisfaction and promptly arranged for her to join Class B3.
That evening after school, Gu Yue tearfully confronted Lin Yu, begging him to transfer her back to Class A.
When he flatly refused her unreasonable request, she settled for the next best thing—asking to join Lin Yu’s Class B2. At least having someone familiar around would be better than being alone in a strange class.
Lin Yu thought of Tang Manman and rejected her again, opting instead to dangle a grand promise in front of her.
"Study hard!"
"When we both get into top-tier universities, I’ll still be your big brother and look out for you!"
...
After a drizzling spring rain, the soil softened, and branches burst into bloom.
It was as if the world had taken one giant stride straight into spring overnight.
Vibrant yet tiny wildflowers and weeds stealthily emerged from the soil when no one was looking, aggressively yet tenderly claiming the entire city, gently soothing the wounds winter had inflicted on all living things.
Lin Yu stood outside the gates of Fourteenth High, waiting for someone. As he idly glanced at the specks of colorful flowers sprouting in the nearby greenery, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness.
He was about to see Tang’s mother again.
At the thought, Lin Yu exhaled heavily, his heart restless.
So far, every plotline from the adult manga had played out in reality.
Only the unresolved subplot involving Tang’s mother remained a mystery.
She was like a loose thread on a shirt—no one knew how much fabric it was connected to or how much trouble it might unravel!
"Ugh!"
"What a mess!"
Lin Yu rubbed his temples in frustration.
He didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if fate intervened and he somehow ended up entangled with Tang’s mother. How would he ever face Tang Manman afterward?
She was so gentle and soft-hearted.
A betrayal like that would probably shatter her.
The more he dwelled on it, the more his frown deepened. Stirred by agitation, he found himself craving the taste of a cigarette for the first time in a while.
As he glanced around, considering ducking into a convenience store for a pack, two excited voices called out to him simultaneously from behind.
"Long Aotian!"
"Brother-in-law!"
???
The two starkly different greetings filled Lin Yu’s head with question marks.
This was Fourteenth High, where Xia Yueshan attended school.
The title "Long Aotian" was undoubtedly Xia Yueshan’s doing, so that wasn’t surprising.
But who the heck was calling him "brother-in-law"?
Turning around in bewilderment, he saw two teenagers of similar height standing nearby.
The slightly shorter Xia Yueshan scowled, his thick brows furrowed as he glared at the girl beside him with a mix of shock and displeasure, as if she were an enemy.
"Who are you calling brother-in-law?"
The slightly taller girl, who bore a striking resemblance to Tang Manman at first glance but looked entirely different upon closer inspection, planted her hands on her hips and declared confidently:
"I’m calling Lin Yu brother-in-law!"
"What’s it to you?"
"Since when is he your brother-in-law?" Xia Yueshan’s voice rose sharply, almost cracking.
"He’s been my brother-in-law for a while now!" Tang Qinqin gloated.
"And he’s coming to my house today to meet my mom!"
"Huh?!"
Xia Yueshan’s jaw dropped. He whipped his head toward Lin Yu, eyes demanding an explanation.
Lin Yu shot Tang Qinqin a warning glare first.
"Stop spouting nonsense!"
Then he turned to Xia Yueshan.
"I just helped her family with something. Her mom invited me over for dinner today, that’s all."
Only then did Xia Yueshan relax.
Lin Yu’s task today was to pick up Tang Qinqin from school and take her home.
Tang Manman and Tang’s mother were busy cooking and couldn’t come, so they’d asked Lin Yu to fetch Tang Qinqin instead.
Now that he’d found her, Lin Yu was about to leave when he ran into Xia Yueshan. After a moment’s thought, he fished out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and sent Tang Qinqin off to buy snacks from a nearby stall.
Then he pulled Xia Yueshan aside to ask about his sister’s recent situation.
"She’s... okay, I guess." Xia Yueshan pouted, clearly unhappy.
"Same as before, just living her life."
"Though she’s way more timid now."
"She won’t go out at night unless I’m with her."
"Even during the day, she sticks to crowded main roads."
"Avoids alleys completely."
Lin Yu nodded in understanding.
"Yeah."
"Better safe than sorry."
"Caution keeps you out of trouble."
He still couldn’t shake his concern over Xia Muzhu’s tragic fate in the adult manga.
But things should be fine now.
The culprit was already dead.
Probably reduced to ashes by now.
Her calamity must have been averted, right?
Just as Lin Yu thought this, Xia Yueshan coincidentally brought up the same topic.
"Lin Yu, do you think my sister will ever be in danger again?"
Xia Yueshan still believed Lin Yu’s earlier lie about being able to read fortunes and predict the future.
"You said before that my sister had a doomed fate."
"That her forehead was dark—a sign of rotten luck in love."
"That she might get... assaulted."
"After that guy went to jail, you said being around you might put her in danger."
"And that came true too—he escaped from the hospital."
"Almost hurt her again."
"So what now?"
"Will my sister face anything like that in the future?"
Lin Yu frowned slightly, thinking it over before continuing the charade with his honest conclusion.
"Probably not."
"But I’m just an amateur."
"Figuring out that much was already pushing it."
"No clue what comes next."
"Same advice as always."
"Stay cautious."
"Tell her to always carry her self-defense stuff when she goes out."
"Better safe than sorry!"
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.”
] [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!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
