Xia Yueshan’s face fell, clearly unwilling.
But under Lin Yu’s domineering pressure, he obediently started clearing the dishes.
Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu, like any couple deep in the honeymoon phase, began acting all lovey-dovey.
Just then, Lv Pengju, who had just returned from outside, saw Lin Yu video-calling his girlfriend. Overflowing with curiosity, he bounced over and craned his neck to peek at Lin Yu’s phone.
After one glance, he suddenly went silent, the smile from when he entered completely gone.
Without a word, he sat down on a chair, neither speaking nor touching his phone. After a long while, he abruptly stood up, pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his desk drawer, and headed to the balcony.
Lin Yu, lying on his bed, ignored him and kept chatting with Xia Muzhu.
A little later, Lang Hua returned.
He was carrying four cups of milk tea in one hand and a heart-shaped box—likely chocolates—in the other.
Hearing the noise, Lin Yu glanced at him, raising an eyebrow slightly in surprise, though not overly so.
Lang Hua wasn’t bad-looking—in fact, among the four roommates, he was easily the most handsome.
So when Lin Yu saw him holding milk tea for four and what seemed like a gift of chocolates from a girl, he was only mildly surprised, mostly just intrigued.
Wait, do college confessions require this much milk tea now?
Four cups!
Even the roommates get bribed.
This girl’s really thorough!
Wu Zhen hadn’t returned yet, so Lang Hua placed his share of milk tea on his desk. Without greeting Lv Pengju, who was still on the balcony, he set his cup on his desk too.
Lin Yu knew one of those cups was his, so he didn’t pay much attention, continuing his video call with Xia Muzhu while waiting for Lang Hua to hand him his drink.
Soon enough, a hand placed a cup of milk tea by his bedside. Just as Lin Yu reached for it, the hand withdrew—then returned.
Along with it came the heart-shaped box of chocolates.
Lin Yu’s eyes widened. Sensing trouble, he quickly muted his mic. A second later, Lang Hua’s voice came from below the bed.
"Ye You asked me to give this to you."
Ye You?
One of the two girls who tried to bring him water after military training?
Lin Yu remembered who she was but didn’t react.
He was still on a video call with Xia Muzhu, and if she noticed anything off, things could get messy.
He didn’t want her to worry.
Hiding the chocolates under his blanket, Lin Yu kept talking to Xia Muzhu.
"What happened just now?" Xia Muzhu asked casually.
"Nothing," Lin Yu said, waving the milk tea in front of the camera. "Someone treated me to tea."
Xia Muzhu nodded and didn’t press further, letting Lin Yu smoothly brush it off.
Usually, after dinner, cleaning up, having some fruit, and resting, Xia Muzhu would turn on the TV at 9 p.m. sharp to follow a yoga livestream.
Today was no different. When the time came, she tried to end the call to start her routine.
But this time, Lin Yu didn’t let her.
At his insistence, she propped her phone horizontally on the TV stand, framing herself in the camera as she performed yoga live for him.
Lin Yu stared wide-eyed at the screen, watching her stretch, bend, and relax into various poses.
Absolutely mesmerizing!
After half an hour of dedicated viewing, Lin Yu had a rough assessment of Xia Muzhu’s yoga skills.
She was decent—for an amateur.
Her movements weren’t perfectly fluid, occasionally giving off a slightly clumsy vibe.
Not because she lacked flexibility, but because she was carrying… quite the burden up top.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, indeed!
While Lin Yu was engrossed, a box of fruit salad was handed up to him from below.
Too focused on the screen, he didn’t notice until Wu Zhen’s voice came from under the bed.
"Wang Yanyan sent this for you."
Before Lin Yu could process that, another box of fruit salad was placed on his bedside.
"Luo Xiaoxiao sent this one."
Then two more cups of milk tea appeared. This time, before Wu Zhen could speak, Lin Yu leaned over the bed and urgently signaled for him to shut up.
Wu Zhen, looking grim, didn’t say another word. Mission complete, he walked away, grabbed something from his desk, and joined the others on the balcony.
Lin Yu glanced at the snacks on his bedside—each with a sticky note—then quickly looked away, afraid Xia Muzhu might catch on.
She was still diligently performing her unintentionally alluring yoga poses, but Lin Yu’s mind was elsewhere now.
Uneasy, he stole another look at the gifts, his suspicion growing.
Are these girls serious?
What the hell?
What’s so special about me?
Why are they so persistent?
What, do I smell like cough syrup or something?
After ending the call with Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu pulled out the heart-shaped chocolates from under his blanket.
A heart-shaped note was stuck to the packaging. He peeled it off and read: a bunch of flirty lines and a string of numbers.
Lin Yu tapped the note, thinking avoidance wasn’t solving anything.
Might as well ask them what they really want.
With that in mind, he opened a messaging app and entered the number.
The search results popped up immediately—a profile with a cute female avatar. He sent a friend request, adding "Lin Yu" as a note.
The request was accepted almost instantly. Lin Yu wasted no time typing.
Dragon Overlord: What’s your game? Why go through all this trouble to get close to me?
It’s Yuzu~: ?
It’s Yuzu~: I just wanted to be friends. What "game"?
Dragon Overlord: Out of thousands of people here, why me?
It’s Yuzu~: Because you’re handsome...
It’s Yuzu~: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Dragon Overlord: Are you blind?
Dragon Overlord: Or do you think I am?
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?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
