Lin Yu Travel Group

Hello, is this the police?

I want to report a crime.

Wahhhhh... (wiping tears with tiny hands)

My holiday was stolen! I just slept in a few times, and when I woke up they said school was starting. I hardly got to enjoy any days myself; they were all stolen!

Wahhhhhhh....

At the airport, Lin Yu sat on a row of chairs for waiting passengers, quietly trying to remember what he had done all winter break. Why did it feel like he hadn't done anything at all, and the holiday had just slipped past in a blur, leaving him about to go back to school?

Just as Lin Yu frowned in recollection, a woman quietly sat down beside him. She extended her fair, clean little hand and unceremoniously slipped it into Lin Yu's pocket, placing a small box inside.

"Chewing gum for you. Chew it when the plane takes off; it helps with ear pressure pain."

As she spoke, the woman, acting with extreme familiarity, leaned against Lin Yu and gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Lin Yu turned to look at her. Her face was like a peach blossom, her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed. A pair of limpid, autumn-water eyes held an unmistakable, lingering reluctance, as if she had already begun to miss him even before they parted.

Despite her sorrowful, reluctant expression, it couldn't hide her radiant complexion. She looked like a delicate flower that had been exquisitely cared for.

Looking at her, Lin Yu suddenly understood.

No wonder the time never seemed to add up. So, he had been busy tending to the flower.

Having figured out where all the time had gone, Lin Yu stopped dwelling on it, though he felt a slight regret. If it weren't for that little nuisance Xia Yueshan, he definitely could have taken even better care of Sister Muzhu!

Soon, it was time to board. After a reluctant farewell to Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu boarded the plane.

While waiting for takeoff, Lin Yu kept glancing around, worried that Qing Mo might suddenly pop out from some obscure corner again.

Only when the seat next to him was taken by a man bundled up from head to toe did Lin Yu finally relax.

Seems she's not that free after all.

With the alarm lifted, Lin Yu put on his headphones and played music he had downloaded earlier on his phone. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in his own world.

The pleasant intro of the song had just finished, and the singer had barely sung a few lines when Lin Yu suddenly felt a light nudge against his arm with an elbow.

Lin Yu broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Dude, don't mess around.

We're on a plane right now!

But then, remembering his feet weren't on a helicopter, Lin Yu immediately relaxed again.

Turning to look at the trench coat-clad man beside him, Lin Yu was curious. What did he want by nudging him?

The man was bundled up extremely tightly. An obviously oversized trench coat enveloped his entire frame.

A huge hood was pulled down, covering him right to his lips. And, as if that wasn't enough, he was also wearing a mask. At a glance, Lin Yu couldn't even see his chin.

The man turned his head towards Lin Yu. Lin Yu knew the black trench coat hood must be completely blocking his view, but for some reason—perhaps from the man's posture and movements—Lin Yu could tell he seemed to be staring at him.

???

Three question marks popped up above Lin Yu's head.

Are you crazy?

With that huge hood on, what exactly are you looking at, staring like that?

The trench coat man kept his head turned in this direction. Just as Lin Yu was getting impatient with his mysterious act, the man suddenly leaned a bit closer. In a regional accent Lin Yu had never heard before, he leered and greeted:

"Hey, handsome. Wanna hook up?"

??????????

For a moment, the complaints in Lin Yu's mind outnumbered all the types of doujinshi he'd read in his past life. There were so many he didn't know where to even start.

Let's start with the most critical one.

Do you think I'm stupid?

You think just by lowering your voice I can't tell what kind of monster you are?

Lin Yu yanked off the man's oversized hood. As it fell back, it revealed disheveled black hair at the temples and a pair of mischievous, bright black eyes. Although her petite face was still masked.

Even so, Lin Yu could tell from her curved eyes just how happily her hidden face must be smiling.

Lin Yu didn't stand on ceremony either. He reached out and pinched her cheek, unable to suppress a laugh as he questioned:

"Gu Yue?"

"What did you just say?"

"Ow!"

Gu Yue let out a small cry of pain, protesting Lin Yu's rough handling.

Lin Yu ignored her completely. Applying more pressure, he pulled and shook her soft, tender little cheek, asking with a laugh:

"Still wanna 'hook up'?"

"What else do you wanna do?"

Gu Yue's little face scrunched up in discomfort, but she still spoke in her usual irreverent way:

"It's been so long since we met! I just wanted to test if your sexual orientation had changed!"

"Get lost!"

Lin Yu released her soft, tender cheek and instead flicked her smooth forehead.

Lin Yu didn't use excessive force, but it wasn't light either. Gu Yue definitely seemed to find it painful. She covered her forehead, her delicately made-up face all scrunched up.

Watching Gu Yue rub her forehead, and considering his flight was direct with no stops elsewhere, Lin Yu asked curiously:

"How did you get on this flight?"

"Of course, for you."

Gu Yue's words made Lin Yu's heart skip a beat. Before he could react, Gu Yue added indignantly:

"To settle accounts with you!"

"You tricked me into going all the way to N City, then sneaked off to S City yourself."

"I was thinking I'd stick with you, continue being your sidekick, and just follow you to live the high life. I wouldn't have to worry about anything all through college."

"And now look!"

"I might as well have just stayed in H City for university!"

"At least it's closer to home!"

Faced with Gu Yue's full load of complaints and grievances, Lin Yu felt very innocent.

You were the one who silently decided to go to university in N City near A City, and only told me after registration was over. I couldn't have stopped you even if I wanted to. You can only blame yourself for that.

Although that's what he thought, Lin Yu wasn't tactless enough to say it out loud.

Instead, he asked Gu Yue:

"So, what do you want to do about it?"

Seeing Lin Yu accept the blame, Gu Yue gave a sly smile, instantly changing her expression as if she had been prepared all along:

"Take me around S City for a few days?"

"I was already planning to travel to a city before school starts anyway. Since I know someone here, I chose this place."

Hearing Gu Yue's request, Lin Yu calculated the time. There were still three days before formal classes started. There was enough time to show her around, so he grandly took on the task.

"OK!"

"Leave it to me!"

Hearing this, Gu Yue became serious. She sat up straight, then turned sideways to face Lin Yu. From her large trench coat pocket, she pulled out a stick of chewing gum. Holding it by the edges with both hands, she presented it to Lin Yu as if conducting some sacred handover ceremony, saying solemnly:

"Tour guide Lin Yu."

"My next few days are in your hands."

"This is the fee for joining the Lin Yu Travel Group."

"Here you go."

"Keep the change."

Lin Yu shot her a sidelong glance, a lazy smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

What an absolute piece of work.

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