During his free time waiting for the plane at the airport.
Lin Yu had not forgotten about that matter. He sent a message to Zhao She, asking him to help investigate Tao Yaoyao's identity and background.
To see whether she was truly a wealthy young lady from a prestigious family or a puppet kept as a mistress.
After sending the message, Lin Yu closed his eyes to rest, quietly waiting for his flight to arrive.
If Tao Yaoyao was really a manipulated puppet kept by someone.
Then Lin Yu already had a guess in his heart about who was behind her.
He hoped that all of this was just his own wild imagination.
From the bottom of his heart, Lin Yu hoped that his guess would not come true.
As for Tao Yaoyao, Lin Yu could not clearly articulate what kind of feelings he had for her.
A friend?
It seemed that could only be it.
To be honest, if it were in his previous life, and such a perfect, top-tier campus belle who was also very gentle to him appeared when he did not have a girlfriend, he would have long since knelt down and acted like her loyal dog.
But now.
He and she simply had no destiny together.
Sister Zhuzi was great, Tang Manman was great, and Qingmo was not bad either.
But if none of the three of them had ever appeared...
Perhaps something would have happened between him and Tao Yaoyao?
Thinking of this, Lin Yu smiled and shook his head.
Perhaps.
Who could say for sure?
Outside the transparent glass windows of the waiting hall, a behemoth was slowly towed over by a low tug vehicle.
The plane had arrived. After a brief wait, the crowd that had lined up early began to board.
Lin Yu was in no rush to line up; after all, the seat he had paid for was not going to run away.
As boarding was nearing its end, Lin Yu stood up and took one last look at the city.
Goodbye.
After a silent farewell in his heart, Lin Yu turned around and boarded the plane.
After a short flight of over an hour, the plane landed in S City.
Lin Yu left the airport, hailed a random taxi outside, and had a smooth ride back to S University.
Today was Sunday, so there were no classes to attend. With nothing to do, Lin Yu returned to his dorm. Pushing the door open, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his buddies were all there.
Lin Yu immediately felt a surge of interest and urged everyone to play a couple rounds of games.
After parting ways with Tang Manman today, Lin Yu could keenly sense his own awkward and depressed mood.
And whenever a guy harbored this kind of hard-to-digest emotion, they generally had two choices.
One, play video games.
Two, smoke.
Lin Yu's choice naturally went without saying.
He would smoke while playing video games.
Doing both at the same time!
After teaming up with Lang Hua and the other two, the four of them started a killing spree in the Rift...
...
"Ah, fuck me!"
"How did we even lose that!"
Lu Pengju took off his headphones from his neck and slammed them onto the desk in frustration.
"Why the fuck do we keep running into these idiots every single game!"
Wu Zhen was also tilted, cursing up a storm.
They had been playing for half the afternoon.
Every single match, they either encountered brain-dead teammates or a smurf on the enemy team. It was incredibly frustrating.
Lang Hua's expression was not looking too good either. As the most skilled player among the four, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in trying to carry the other three.
Coupled with the fact that the random teammate matched with them in every game truly had issues, he was also on the verge of raging.
As for Lin Yu, he had already raged and passed that point.
Now, he even had the mind to start thinking calmly.
What the heck!
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
Lin Yu rubbed his chin in exasperation, his eyebrows almost knitting into a single line.
He remembered back when he rejected Tang Manman, he had gone to the internet cafe downstairs to play games and clear his mind, and it was exactly the same as now.
He lost every game he played, and was even infuriated by a goddamn Zilean.
After going out, a series of unlucky things happened. He got drenched in the rain after getting out of the car, his phone froze when he was checking out at the mall, and he even got splashed all over when he stomped on an empty yogurt carton on the street to vent his anger.
Lin Yu still remembered that day's unlucky experiences vividly.
He could not help it; it was just too unlucky.
It would be hard to forget even if he wanted to!
After that was the second time he met Qingmo.
At that time, he was almost consumed by anger. Qingmo's slap became the final barbell that crushed the camel, completely snapping his tightly wound strings and leading to a series of troublesome events later on.
Damn it.
Lin Yu turned his head to look at the setting sun outside the window, feeling vaguely uneasy.
Nothing crazy is going to happen again this time, right?
No!
He could not go out again today.
He would not go out even if he was beaten to death!
For the rest of the day, he would just stay in the dorm like a good boy.
He refused to believe it!
If he did not go out today, could someone actually carry him out?
Thinking this way, Lin Yu immediately demanded that everyone continue playing, battling until dawn.
As the lobby host in the game, Lang Hua nodded. He did not plan on ending it just like this either.
At the very least, they had to win one game, right?
Lang Hua moved the mouse and clicked to start matchmaking. About ten seconds later, just as the screen displayed a successful match, the dorm door was suddenly pushed open. A guy from the same floor poked his head in.
His gaze swept over everyone in the dorm and finally landed on Lin Yu as he spoke:
"Lin Yu, someone is looking for you downstairs."

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.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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!"