In the morning, Lin Yu sat on the bed, feeling that something was off.
How did things end up like this?
In the original plan, wasn't he supposed to take Sister Zhuzi to explore the mountains, play by the waters, enjoy the scenery, and properly experience the local flavor of S City?
For this, he had even taken leave in advance!
But today was already Tuesday, so why hadn't he even stepped out of the hotel door?
Lin Yu rubbed his chin with one hand thoughtfully, then turned to look beside him.
It was 8 a.m., not exactly late, barely catching the tail end of the morning.
However, due to the geographical location and it being the height of summer, the sunlight outside the window was intense, slanting into the room brightly and fiercely.
Xia Muzhu lay on her side bathed in this brilliant sunlight. The light shone on her flawless, milky-white skin, resembling a piece of fine mutton-fat jade.
With each of her calm, even breaths, a platinum-like glow seemed to flow over her creamy skin. Her supremely exquisite figure caused Lin Yu's intelligence to immediately relocate.
What was he just thinking about?
Never mind.
It wasn't important anymore.
With a beauty by his side, doing what one ought to do was more important!
...
...
In front of the check-in counter at the airport, Lin Yu placed Xia Muzhu's luggage on the conveyor belt, letting it be swallowed by the large black square box.
After getting the boarding pass, Lin Yu escorted Xia Muzhu to the entrance of the security check.
One more step forward meant parting. They held each other in a reluctant embrace.
After letting go, Lin Yu looked at Xia Muzhu, feeling somewhat guilty and a little embarrassed as he said:
"This... this time was an accident."
"Next time, the next time you come, I'll definitely take you to properly explore S City."
Hearing this, Xia Muzhu shyly turned her face away and gave a slight nod.
She raised her hand to brush past her ear, tucking the stray black strands at her temple behind it, revealing a bright red ear.
She lightly pursed her pink lips without speaking.
It was unclear whether she preferred walking around and sightseeing, or the kind of life from the past few days—a blurry, chaotic existence where day and night lost their meaning.
Xia Muzhu left. Lin Yu exited the airport, hailed a taxi, and returned to the university.
Getting out at the school gate, Lin Yu walked towards the entrance while pulling out his phone to check the time.
1 p.m. If he hurried, he could probably make it to the afternoon class.
Lin Yu switched the screen to the call interface, just about to call Lang Hua to ask him to bring along the textbook for their major course, when two people beside him suddenly knelt down, howling at the top of their lungs:
"Xia Yueshan!!!"
"Xia Yueshan!!!"
Lin Yu was startled by their sudden action. Hearing them shout Xia Yueshan's name, he couldn't help but feel curious.
Did they also know Xia Yueshan?
Before Lin Yu could ask, the two had already stood up, brushed off their knees, and were preparing to leave.
"Are you sure doing this will really make the campus belle chase you?" asked the seemingly more simple and honest young man suspiciously.
His friend raised a hand, making an OK gesture, and said with full confidence:
"Guaranteed."
The two walked off together, their faces filled with intense anticipation for their future university life.
Lin Yu stood frozen in place, his half-raised hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air.
He stood there dumbfounded for quite a while before finally lowering his hand and leaving.
"Damn, a couple of lunatics!"
Arriving at the large classroom for the major course, Lin Yu spotted Lang Hua and the other two sitting in the back row at a glance.
Lin Yu walked towards Lang Hua. As he made his way up the steps, he felt many eyes turning his way. Numerous small groups huddled together, whispering and gossiping, as if watching a monkey in a zoo.
Lin Yu had experienced this kind of treatment once before when he was branded with the nickname "Howling Bro."
But back then, not nearly as many people had noticed him.
Puzzled, Lin Yu furrowed his brows, walked over, sat down next to Lang Hua, and took the textbook from him.
There was still some time before class started. Everyone in the classroom was busy with their own things.
Some were busy playing games, others busy gossiping.
Lang Hua and his two friends belonged to the gossipy type. Before Lin Yu's backside had even settled on the seat, Lang Hua eagerly asked:
"Lin Yu, do you know you're famous?"
Lin Yu nodded, looking at Lang Hua with a calm expression, and said:
"I know."
"'Howling Bro,' right?"
Lang Hua shook his head repeatedly, explaining:
"Not that."
"It's something else. You're famous again!"
"Famous for what?"
Hearing Lang Hua's words, Lin Yu felt a bit panicked.
Fame is feared by men as fattening is by pigs. In this university campus so closely intertwined with the plots of adult comics, Lin Yu didn't have even a shred of fondness for becoming famous.
Lang Hua raised his hand, holding up two fingers, and said:
"Two things. One seems true but sounds fake; the other seems fake but sounds... well, you'll see. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Lin Yu frowned. What was all this about true and fake? It was a mess.
"Either one is fine."
At that moment, Lv Pengju, sitting next to Lang Hua, chimed in:
"The incident where you fought someone off-campus got posted on our campus forum."
"You're really something else."
"Taking on seven or eight guys by yourself and still grinding them into the dirt."
"You've been completely off the grid these past couple of days. We thought you'd been taken in for a state-sponsored meal!"
Lin Yu's frown deepened. He hadn't expected this incident to have spread into the university too.
Was it Zeng Qiang?
Or were there S University students among the onlookers at the time?
Lang Hua shot Lv Pengju an annoyed look. Having his line stolen made him unhappy, but there was nothing he could do. He could only continue:
"That's the one that sounds fake but seems true."
"When this rumor was spreading like wildfire around school, none of us believed it. But when we saw the video of you fighting, we were genuinely convinced. You really have some skills!"
Lin Yu ignored that comment and continued asking:
"What about the other thing?"
Lang Hua chuckled and said:
"The other thing is even more interesting. You..."
Before Lang Hua could retract his big grin, Lv Pengju spoke up again, quickly saying:
"A photo of you getting into that luxury car last Saturday was taken."
"Now the whole school is saying you're an ultra-rich second-generation heir, and that those campus belles chasing you are all after that."
Having his spellcasting interrupted again, Lang Hua got annoyed. He turned to Lv Pengju and glared at him fiercely.
"What luxury car?"
Lin Yu asked, frowning.
Actually, Lin Yu had a rough guess in his mind. They were probably talking about Qing Mo's extended luxury car.
But how could it have spread like this?
Just getting into a somewhat expensive car makes someone an ultra-rich heir?
These people, have they ever seen the world?
Lang Hua turned to look at Lin Yu, asking in surprise:
"You don't know?"
"That car you got into that day was a Rolls extended Dream Phantom! Costs eight figures!"
"Can't even buy it with just money!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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...
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.”
