“They didn’t do anything.”
“They just came up asking me to buy them some drinks, said they wanted to get to know me.”
Lin Yu said lightly, completely ignoring the three men who were glaring at him as if they wanted to pop their eyes out.
“And then?”
Lv Pengju pressed on.
“Then I just refused.”
Lin Yu shrugged and answered honestly.
“Damn!”
“Bro, do you know how many people want to chase after her? She doesn’t even glance at them!”
“You just turned her down just like that?”
Lang Hua suddenly stood up with a snap and loudly questioned him.
Lin Yu rubbed his ear with a look of disbelief, staring at the excited Lang Hua, and said calmly:
“I have a girlfriend. What does it matter to me how many people are chasing her?”
“Oh, I see...”
Lang Hua mumbled and nodded slowly, the excitement on his face fading significantly. That actually was a decent excuse. But after sitting back down, he couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity:
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
“Is she at the same school as you?”
“No.”
Lin Yu shook his head and answered honestly:
“She’s up north, pretty far from here.”
“So, facing those two campus beauties, didn’t you feel even a little flutter in your heart?”
Lang Hua continued to ask.
“No.”
Lin Yu shook his head without a second thought.
“Not even a tiny bit?”
Lang Hua didn’t believe him. He stretched out his hand, pinching his index finger and thumb together, leaving a tiny gap in between, and asked:
This time Lin Yu didn’t reply immediately but started to think seriously.
The three of them fell silent, quietly waiting for Lin Yu’s answer, eager to savor this juicy scoop.
After a moment, Lin Yu looked up at the three and said seriously:
“No.”
“Even combined, those two can’t compare to my girlfriend.”
“In every sense of the word!”
“Don’t brag!”
Lv Pengju shot Lin Yu a sideways glance, unconvinced:
“Not even combined? Let me talk about just their figures. Could your girlfriend’s figure really be better than both of theirs put together?”
As he spoke, Lv Pengju drew a semicircle in the air in front of his chest, the meaning obvious.
Lin Yu clicked his tongue twice, roughly estimating in his mind. Other aspects might be debatable, but when it came to that, Sister Zhuzi really did outshine those two!
“If you don’t believe me, forget it.”
Lin Yu shrugged, not wanting to continue this topic.
A bunch of hopeless romantics without girlfriends—let them be.
At lunchtime, the four of them gathered and walked over to an empty table. Lv Pengju and Wu Zhen sat down first, while Lang Hua and Lin Yu took a few more steps to sit opposite them.
Just as Lin Yu sat down, a burst of citrusy fragrance suddenly drifted over from his left.
He turned his head and saw a cute girl who seemed vaguely familiar.
Her face was a bit rounder, and her style was also on the cute side—a kind of girl you could tell right away was soft and sweet.
The girl rested both small arms flat on the table, tilted her head slightly, and with big, round eyes that crinkled adorably as she smiled, she spoke in a sweet, soft voice:
“Hey, handsome~”
“Let’s be friends.”
The second sentence sounded right behind Lin Yu’s head. The voice had a girl’s unique ethereal quality—not sweet, but rather neutral. Still, it was quite pleasant to hear.
Lin Yu turned to look behind him and found that in the spot originally occupied by Lang Hua, a sporty beauty had quietly taken a seat.
Her posture was the exact opposite of Lin Yu’s. She leaned back against the dining table, her right elbow resting just next to Lin Yu’s hand, sitting very close to him.
She was dressed much more revealingly than the girl on Lin Yu’s left.
Her upper body was clad in a thin black camisole, her rounded chest boldly exposed right before Lin Yu’s eyes.
Below that was a slim but clearly toned stomach. If you looked closely, you could even make out the faint outline of abdominal muscles.
Her lower half was covered by a pair of deep blue denim shorts that looked a bit worn and distressed.
This seemed to be the style some people went for—what they called the “ripped look.”
Beneath those shorts were two long, straight, and slender legs. Her legs weren’t particularly pale but had a healthy, sun-kissed tone that stirred a raw, primal desire.
With her hair tied back in a high ponytail, she could easily be described as cool or handsome—words that perfectly fit the image of this stunning woman.
“Hey handsome, want to be friends?”
The beauty in the revealing camisole repeated her earlier question.
Lin Yu shook his head decisively.
“No, thanks.”
“I already have a girlfriend.”
Hearing Lin Yu’s words, both girls’ faces showed a complex mix of surprise.
They were taken aback by his answer and hadn’t expected someone with such looks to actually reject advances because he had a girlfriend!
With a face like that, playing the pure love card—what’s the difference between that and a scam?
The two exchanged a subtle glance behind Lin Yu’s back. The girl in the camisole raised an eyebrow at Lin Yu and smiled.
“We’re just trying to make friends.”
“What does that have to do with your girlfriend?”
“Exactly,” the cute girl on Lin Yu’s left eagerly nodded in agreement.
“Everyone makes friends. We can help each other out when needed, and hang out when we’re bored.”
At this point, the cute girl suddenly changed her tone, asking with a teasing edge,
“Don’t tell me your girlfriend won’t even let you have this little bit of freedom?”
Lin Yu frowned, annoyed by their snide remarks. He glanced at the seemingly innocent girl and almost wanted to curse.
But after a moment’s thought, he held back.
Like I said, if I lose my temper and run into a weirdo like Qing Mo, I really won’t have anywhere to cry.
“Still no, thanks.”
Lin Yu suppressed his irritation and spoke calmly.
This time, the two exchanged another secret glance. The cute girl caught on and switched to Plan B, pouting as she pleaded,
“Please, handsome~”
“Our club is recruiting new members.”
“We’ve really been struggling to get people. Just do us a favor, give us your contact info, join our club, and help us out.”
“Okay?”
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.”
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!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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?!
