Not anymore?
Doesn't that prove it used to happen often?
Lin Yu glanced at Tao Yaoyao again. At some point, she had returned to that quiet, elegant look, as if the dejected person from just a moment ago wasn't her at all.
He looked her up and down.
She was exquisitely dressed and behaved gracefully, exuding an elegant aura cultivated by wealth and a good education.
Looking at her, Lin Yu couldn't help but feel curious.
Could someone like her actually get bullied?
Does the "Innate Bully-Magnet Physique" disregard family background?
Probably not, right?
Lin Yu rubbed his chin.
For people from good families, even if they get involved in school bullying incidents, they rarely end up as the victim.
Or is there some other reason involved?
Remembering the strangely placed bruise on Tao Yaoyao, Lin Yu suddenly felt that she wasn't as glamorous as she appeared on the surface.
Picking up the unfinished chicken wing stuffed with rice on a skewer, Lin Yu took a bite and chewed slowly.
He remained silent for a long time. Even after finishing all the food on the table, Lin Yu never uttered the sentence he had repeated countless times in his heart:
If you run into any trouble, you can come to me.
...
A few days flew by.
The Round of 16 and the Quarterfinals were both completed.
Lin Yu's victories couldn't exactly be called a walk in the park, but they were certainly effortless.
As for that Qi Fei from L University, Lin Yu watched one of his matches; he won just as easily.
Judging by his movements and performance, he was definitely an expert with professional training.
Lin Yu had assumed they would likely meet in the finals, but unexpectedly, he drew him in the semifinals.
Watching Qi Fei in the distance waving his white lot stick with a smile, Lin Yu nodded back as a greeting.
That night in the hotel, Lin Yu lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, his soul rummaging through memories of his past life, integrating various Sanda combat experiences.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A soft knocking sound fished Lin Yu's soul out from the ocean of memories. Looking toward the door, Lin Yu got out of bed and walked over.
He didn't open it immediately; instead, he looked through the peephole. It was Tao Yaoyao, but her expression looked a bit odd, like a hostage who had been shoved in front of the door.
"Who is it?"
Lin Yu asked.
"Us."
Tao Yaoyao's voice sounded from outside.
"Tell those 'us' to get lost."
After a few spoiled, quiet huffs, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
"Okay, they're gone."
Tao Yaoyao's voice came again, sounding like she was stifling a laugh.
Lin Yu opened the door but didn't invite her in. He asked:
"What's up?"
Tao Yaoyao held up the iPad in her hand.
"I have some recordings of Qi Fei's matches here. I brought them for you to watch."
Lin Yu nodded. Seeing it was about serious business, he let her in.
Tao Yaoyao sat on the edge of the bed. She seemed to have just showered; her skin was dewy, her cheeks flushed, and a few unruly strands of hair at her temples were still damp, making her look casual yet beautiful.
Sliding her fingers across the iPad screen, she waved Lin Yu over to watch the videos.
Lin Yu sat down about two feet away from her, leaning his upper body slightly and craning his neck to see.
Tao Yaoyao noticed the distance Lin Yu deliberately maintained. After knowing each other for so long, he was still like this. She felt a bit disappointed, but her face remained calm.
She placed the iPad in the empty space between them, tilting her head to watch the footage with him.
"How is it?"
After watching three full matches, Tao Yaoyao looked up at Lin Yu and asked:
"Are you confident?"
Lin Yu smacked his lips. He didn't nod or shake his head, but instead praised the opponent:
"He's quite professional."
Yeah.
He was indeed very professional. His speed, footwork, timing, and distance control were all top-tier.
Moreover, the footage showed he was extremely good at counter-attacking. He could easily neutralize fierce offenses, making his opponents look exceptionally clumsy.
This was then followed by a swift counter to knock them down.
He was a force to be reckoned with.
As for whether he could beat him...
Modestly speaking, Lin Yu felt it wouldn't be much of a problem.
However, to avoid jinxing it, his words were full of humility.
"I don't know. We'll see tomorrow in the ring."
"I'll know once we exchange blows."
Tao Yaoyao nodded. She was quite confident in Lin Yu's strength and didn't show much worry.
"What did they come here for?"
Lin Yu remembered the strange group hiding outside and couldn't help asking Tao Yaoyao.
"They wanted to dance for you. They said it would help you relax. Do you want to see?"
"No, no, definitely not."
Lin Yu waved his hands in refusal, having absolutely no interest.
He wanted to stay as far away as possible from those characters associated with erotica plotlines.
Speaking of which, is Tao Yaoyao really not a character from an erotic story?
He felt a sense of familiarity with her, but was that based on his past life memories of adult comics, or her resemblance to Tang Manman...?
?
Who turned on my aimbot?
A patch of snow-white skin suddenly appeared in his field of view. Driven by instinct almost bypassing his brain, Lin Yu's gaze was forcibly dragged over.
Whoa!
See, Tao Yaoyao and Tang Manman aren't the same type of person at all, right?
The difference is visible to the naked eye!
No!
What the hell are you looking at?
Gouge your eyes out!
Lin Yu hurriedly shifted his gaze, trying to pull his attention out of that alluring valley...
Wait!
Lin Yu plunged his gaze back in.
???
What is that?
Tao Yaoyao had noticed Lin Yu's gaze early on. She secretly rejoiced, suppressing her shyness and nervousness, and even squeezed her arms together to cooperate.
But when she saw Lin Yu's expression turn grave and shocked, Tao Yaoyao was startled awake. She hurriedly covered her chest with her hands, her face draining of color.
"I..."
Lin Yu wanted to explain, but Tao Yaoyao gave him no chance. Clutching her chest, she bolted out the door.
*Thud!* A loud noise echoed as the door was slammed shut.
Lin Yu was left alone in the room, his mind constantly replaying the image of the greenish-purple bruise he had just seen.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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."
