Lin Yu shifted a bit, finding the most comfortable position to lie down.
Resting his head on Xia Muzhu's soft thighs, Lin Yu gazed at the large portion of white ceiling obscured from view above. He didn't feel oppressed; instead, he felt a profound sense of security.
A gentle pressure applied to his left cheek—it was Xia Muzhu's hand, through a cool towel, softly kneading, trying to make the swelling on his face subside faster.
The gentle massage was very soothing. Suddenly, Lin Yu realized he was somewhat becoming attached to this feeling of being meticulously cared for.
Looking back on his life, Lin Yu found that he seemed never to have been treated with such tenderness before.
His parents in his previous life were tough people who ran a martial arts school.
His father hit him hard, and his mother wasn't gentle either.
Having grown up rough in such a family environment, Lin Yu had never been gentle with himself either.
Minor cuts and scrapes were left to dry naturally; larger, bleeding wounds from occasional accidents during martial arts practice were just simply bandaged.
For a cold, he'd tough it out; for a fever, take one antipyretic pill, and for a high fever, take two...
This experience of being so meticulously and tenderly looked after for such a minor injury was a first for Lin Yu.
To be honest, Lin Yu still didn't think such a small injury warranted such detailed and thorough care.
But this feeling was truly wonderful.
You could tangibly feel her concern for you, her cherishing, her tenderness.
This concrete form of love was probably more effective at soothing one's pain than the world's most potent painkiller.
Yet, at this very moment, this specific and gentle affection only made Lin Yu feel increasingly guilty and more exhausted.
Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu's lines of sight were completely blocked by a magnificent mountain range.
Neither could see the other's expression. Lin Yu, nearly dragged into the depths by fatigue, slowly closed his eyes.
A teardrop, forced out by this closing motion, trailed down from the corner of Lin Yu's eye and dripped onto Xia Muzhu's thumb.
Xia Muzhu felt this unusual warmth. She said nothing, only making the gentle motions massaging Lin Yu's cheek even softer...
...
Wu Ling let out a big yawn in bed. She had gotten too engrossed in her drama last night and didn't sleep until 2 a.m.
Luckily, it was Sunday today, so she could sleep in comfortably until she was fully rested.
She turned over, pulled the thin summer quilt up to cover her stomach, and prepared to enjoy a bit more beautiful sleep.
"Click."
The dorm room lock sounded, and the door was pushed open. Wu Ling, not yet fully asleep, instinctively opened her eyes a slit to glance towards the door. Seeing it was someone from the dorm, she relaxed, closed her eyes, and prepared to continue sleeping.
A second later, Wu Ling suddenly realized something. Her eyes flew open, and she propped herself up on one elbow, turning to look at the dorm door again.
Confirming she hadn't mistaken the person, she exclaimed:
"Tang Manman?"
"You're back?"
Tang Manman looked downcast and exhausted. She nodded, closed the dorm door, walked to her desk, pulled out the chair, and sat down.
Tang Manman's silent demeanor only piqued Wu Ling's curiosity further. She asked, puzzled:
"Tang Manman, didn't you go to celebrate your boyfriend's birthday?"
"How come you're back so early?"
That Tang Manman had gone to celebrate her boyfriend's birthday wasn't just known to Wu Ling; everyone in the dorm knew. The night before she left, they had even helped her with her makeup and picked out her clothes.
All three roommates liked Tang Manman very much.
She was modest, gentle, pretty, very polite, and her well-behaved, delicate appearance made people instinctively want to protect her.
Her personality was great too.
She never nitpicked over small things. For tasks within her ability, like bringing back food or picking up packages, she would do them without complaint.
When you needed her help, she would assist you with warmth and attention to detail.
No one could dislike such a sincere, gentle, diligent, sweet, and soft little cupcake.
So, Wu Ling was very concerned about her matters.
Tang Manman returning this early was definitely not right.
The distance from City N to City S was over a thousand kilometers. Just the round-trip train ride would take nearly thirty hours.
Subtracting the fragmented time spent waiting for trains, taking taxis, finding people, and so on from the remaining time, the time left for Tang Manman and her boyfriend was probably just enough for a meal.
After traveling such a long distance, would they just have a meal and then go their separate ways?
What kind of man was her boyfriend?
And wasn't her boyfriend's birthday today?
How could Tang Manman be back so early in the morning?
With a belly full of unanswered questions and Tang Manman remaining silent, Wu Ling grew anxious and voiced her guess:
"Did you not meet him?"
"I did."
Tang Manman's voice was somewhat hoarse, sounding far from the gentle and pleasant tone it once had.
"Then why are you back today?"
Wu Ling repeated her earlier question.
"He was worried about delaying my classes, so he asked me to come back today."
Tang Manman's eyelids lowered slightly, her already weary eyes dimming a few more shades.
"Holy crap!"
Wu Ling couldn't help but curse, feeling genuine indignation on Tang Manman's behalf.
"Worried about delaying your classes?"
"What kind of bullshit excuse is that?"
"And you believed that?"
Was he in such a hurry to send you away because he has someone else over there?"
Wu Ling complained indignantly. Tang Manman lay her head on the desk, her eyes confused and sorrowful, like a puppy that had been thrown out by its owner and didn't know how to get back home.
"Holy crap!"
"That damn scumbag!"
Wu Ling grew angrier the more she spoke, cursing resentfully.
Hearing this, Tang Manman reacted. She sat up straight, turned to look at Wu Ling lying in bed, and said with displeasure:
"He's a good person."
"Don't speak ill of him."
Wu Ling's eyes widened, and she nearly choked on her anger, almost passing out from Tang Manman's words.
After defending Lin Yu, Tang Manman turned back, feeling somewhat wronged, and laid her head on the desk again.
She had lied.
Lin Yu wasn't her boyfriend at all.
It was just that when her roommates persistently asked who she was happily texting and if it was her boyfriend, she couldn't bring herself to deny it.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
