"Club recruitment?"
Lin Yu bit his chopsticks, his eyes lighting up. He raised his hand, pointing at Lv Pengchao, Wu Zhen, and Lang Hua—who was still standing to the side without sitting down—before sweeping his arm in a wide circle.
"This one, this one, and this one."
"These are all freshmen. Hardly any of them have joined clubs yet. You can go recruit them."
"Plenty to meet your quotas."
"As for me? Forget it."
"Not interested."
The cute girl had been all sweet smiles a second ago, but the moment her gaze shifted to Sun Pengju and the others, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, replaced by a look of disdain—as if she were staring at trash.
Then, when she turned back to Lin Yu, she swiftly reverted to that innocent, adorable demeanor, cooing in a spoiled tone:
"Aww~"
"They're no good!"
"They don’t meet our club’s standards."
"Our club needs someone like you—tall, handsome, and full of character!"
"Pleeease?"
"Join our club, okay?"
As she spoke, she grabbed Lin Yu’s forearm, her small but perky chest pressing dangerously close to his arm.
Lin Yu had been tolerating this the entire time.
The way they’d gotten so close?
He’d endured it.
Their endless chatter?
He’d put up with that too.
But when they started getting handsy?
That was where he drew the line.
Lin Yu yanked his arm back and shot to his feet in one swift motion.
His sudden movement startled the two girls, leaving them staring blankly, unsure what he was about to do.
In the past, faced with a situation like this, Lin Yu would’ve already been groveling at their feet, treated like some desperate simp they could summon and dismiss at will...
Ugh.
That was way too far in the past.
After his transmigration, but before meeting Qing Mo, Lin Yu would’ve at least cursed them out so badly they’d forget which way was north—if not outright decked them.
But because of what happened with Qing Mo, he was genuinely wary now.
Even though he was seething inside, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger.
After taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, Lin Yu glared at the two girls—who, by all logic, shouldn’t lack for admirers—and said sternly:
"Let me repeat myself."
"I have zero interest in your club."
"And zero interest in you."
"Now, can you leave?"
When they just stood there, dumbfounded and unmoving, Lin Yu impatiently grabbed his tray and prepared to relocate.
"Whatever."
"You stay here. I’ll find another spot."
With that, Lin Yu walked off, tray in hand, leaving the group to exchange bewildered looks.
Settling at an empty table, Lin Yu ate while mulling over the bizarre events of the past few days.
The pick-up attempts from the day before yesterday could’ve been chalked up to those two having peculiar tastes. But today’s pair...
Lin Yu rubbed his forehead hard, sensing something off.
This was nothing like high school.
Back then, he’d always been the one initiating things—whether by helping or provoking—which led to messy emotional entanglements.
Now? He hadn’t done a thing, yet girls were clinging to him left and right.
It made no sense!
Unless...
Lin Yu picked up his phone, his reflection on the black screen showing a hazy but undeniably handsome profile.
Unless completing the high school "plot" had secretly granted him some superpower—like turning him into an incubus?
Lin Yu clicked his tongue, deciding it was far more likely these girls were just blind.
Shoveling a few more bites into his mouth, he concluded it wasn’t a big deal.
Sure, the situation was weird, but manageable.
They normally hit on him; he normally rejected them.
No issues. Everything was still under control.
Before he could finish his meal, Lang Hua, Lv Pengchao, and Wu Zhen came trotting over, expressions complicated as they stared at him in silence.
Lin Yu bristled under their gaze. "What’s with the staring? Got a problem?"
Lang Hua’s face was a mix of agony and desperation, as if Lin Yu were his last lifeline.
"Lin Yu."
"Brother Yu!"
"I’m begging you."
"Please tell me you’re rich."
"Pleeease!"
Taking in Lang Hua’s distress and considering his own available funds, Lin Yu humored him with a nod.
"I’d say I’m moderately well-off."
Lang Hua exhaled in relief, looking like he’d just been saved from drowning.
Lin Yu ignored the trio’s odd behavior and went back to eating.
Meanwhile, Lang Hua pulled out his phone, presumably scrolling through the campus belles info group again.
Sure enough, after a while, he read aloud:
"Gu Xinran, third-year, Archaeology major, track-and-field team star. Multiple provincial competition awards."
"Romance history: Zero relationships since enrollment. Many suitors, male and female, all rejected. Reason unknown."
"Luo Xiaoxiao, second-year, Chinese Literature major, cheerleading squad member. Sweet and innocent type."
"Romance history: Zero relationships since enrollment. Reason unknown."
As Lang Hua recited the details, Lin Yu’s frown deepened. Things were getting stranger.
Yesterday’s pick-up duo made sense—both second-years, both Medical majors, same club.
But today’s pair? No connection whatsoever!
One a third-year, one a second-year.
One in Archaeology, one in Chinese Lit.
Different clubs too. So why team up to hit on him?
Really weird.
And on some gut level, Lin Yu felt today’s pair and yesterday’s duo were linked somehow.
But with too few clues, he couldn’t pinpoint what was tying them together...
After some thought, Lin Yu decided to run an experiment—to rule out one absurd yet plausible possibility:
That this wasn’t the work of destiny.
Wolfing down the rest of his meal, Lin Yu left the trio behind and headed to a quiet spot outside the cafeteria to wait.
Before long, an ordinary-looking girl with glasses rounded the corner, walking toward him.
As she neared, Lin Yu sprang up, blocking her path with an outstretched arm.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Wanna get to know each other?"
He raised his eyebrows suggestively, deliberately pitching his voice into a sleazy drawl.
The girl didn’t answer. She turned and walked away.
???
Lin Yu was baffled.
What was that?
If she was shy or repulsed, at least give a response!
Having already thrown dignity to the wind for this experiment, Lin Yu wasn’t about to let his subject escape. He caught up in a few strides, cutting her off again.
"Come on, don’t be shy."
"Want to get to know me, sweetheart?"
Lin Yu asked with a grin.
The girl, blocked once again, crossed her arms and shook her head repeatedly, her refusal unmistakable.
Undeterred, Lin Yu took another step forward, wanting to make absolutely sure. "Hey, beautiful," he pressed, his tone teasing. "You sure about that?"
Slap!
The sharp sound of the blow echoed through the deserted tree-lined path, leaving no doubt about the girl’s feelings.
Watching her retreating figure, Lin Yu absently touched his stinging cheek.
Worth it.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?
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!
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?!
