He was currently in the inner part of the bike shed, being bullied by a group of students at least two heads shorter than him. It looked like a grown man being harassed by a bunch of kids who had just entered middle school.
Watching this scene, Lin Yu felt a surge of anger rise in his chest.
Let’s be real—if you’re weak and get bullied, you might still earn some sympathy from onlookers. But a guy as tall as you, taking hits without fighting back or even cursing in return?
What’s the deal?
Trying to play the delicate Lin Daiyu here?
Normally, seeing something like this, Lin Yu would just scoff, mutter "fcking idiot," and walk away without a second glance to focus on his own business.
After all, if you won’t even stand up for yourself, what right do you have to expect others to help you?
But this time, Lin Yu found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move. The reason was simple—this guy looked exactly like Niu Dafei!
Being inexplicably transported into this hentai manga world felt to Lin Yu like embarking on a one-way trip with no return ticket.
Sure, the language and customs here were identical to the world he’d come from.
But to Lin Yu, everything still felt alien.
Whether it was the filthy little rented room that belonged to his original self or his so-called "uncle" Li Yuan, who was half a dependent—Lin Yu felt no sense of belonging in any of it.
Even though he knew the guy in front of him wasn’t the Niu Dafei from before, just the sight of that identical face—and the fleeting illusion it gave him of being back in his original world—was enough to make Lin Yu refuse to ignore his bullying.
That said, his approach to helping would need some adjustments.
This couldn’t be handled the same way as with Tang Manman.
Lin Yu narrowed his eyes and strode toward the fake Niu Dafei.
Once he reached him, Lin Yu kicked away one of the little punks who had been jumping up to slap the fake Niu Dafei across the face.
After dealing with the most aggressive one, Lin Yu turned to the fake Niu Dafei, pointing at the kid now rolling on the ground clutching his stomach.
"See that?"
"That’s how you hit back!"
With that, Lin Yu grabbed another one of the bullies by his pink hair, yanking his face close to Niu Dafei’s.
"He just slapped you. Now hit him back."
"Exactly how he hit you."
"Hey—Long-ge, Long-ge, my bad, my bad!"
The pink-haired kid grimaced in pain as he begged for mercy.
"Shut up!"
Lin Yu backhanded him across the mouth, then barked at the fake Niu Dafei:
"What are you waiting for?"
"Hit him!"
"You think they’ll dare fight back while I’m here?"
The fake Niu Dafei stood there, fidgeting nervously. Under Lin Yu’s scolding, he lowered his head slightly like a student who’d been caught misbehaving. He pressed his thick lips together but ultimately said nothing, just shaking his head.
"What?"
"Don’t know how?"
Lin Yu let out a cold laugh, barely suppressing his fury. He nodded in exasperation.
"Fine. You don’t know how? Alright, I’ll teach you. Here!"
He grabbed the fake Niu Dafei’s large hand, gripping his wrist to force him to slap the pink-haired kid.
Just as Lin Yu raised the fake Niu Dafei’s arm high, ready to swing it down, the guy suddenly flinched, resisting the motion.
Lin Yu had expected this cowardly move. He tightened his grip, putting all his strength into holding the wrist, determined to make this slap land—to show this big dumb oaf that hitting someone wasn’t that hard!
But the moment he tried forcing the swing, an overwhelming force countered him. Despite bracing himself, Lin Yu couldn’t stop the fake Niu Dafei from yanking his hand back.
The recoil even made Lin Yu stumble.
"No… no."
The fake Niu Dafei kept shaking his head, even shrinking back in fear—as if the person he was supposed to hit wasn’t his bully, but his own father.
Watching this guy, who was a hundred times more timid than a scared little girl, Lin Yu was practically seething.
He’d heard of the "unliftable A Dou" from history.
But an "unliftable Zhang Fei"? Now that was a first!
Fine!
Screw this!
Do whatever the hell you want.
Lin Yu sneered and took a step back, gesturing to the bullies with an exaggerated flourish.
"Go on, keep at it. Pretend I was never here. Continue."
The bullies exchanged uneasy glances. At this point, they had no real desire to keep harassing him—but with Lin Yu glaring daggers at them, they worried that disobeying might land them in the same state as the unlucky kid still writhing on the ground.
After a silent debate, they decided to follow Lin Yu’s "order."
Hit him!
One of them, standing closest, suddenly kicked the fake Niu Dafei in the ass, making him stagger half a step.
The next instant, a much larger foot slammed into his rear.
Unlike the sturdy fake Niu Dafei, this kid couldn’t take the impact. Lin Yu’s kick sent him flying, only stopping when he crashed into a wall.
"I say hit him, and you actually do it?"
"Can’t tell sarcasm when you hear it?"
Lin Yu vented all his frustration from dealing with the fake Niu Dafei onto this guy. Still unsatisfied, he turned and delivered a sharp slap to another nearby bully, snarling:
"Scram!"
"If I catch any of you messing with him again, I’ll skin you alive!"
The bullies fled in disarray. Lin Yu stared at the spineless fake Niu Dafei, torn between anger and helplessness.
Even while being bullied, the guy’s eyes had held suppressed resentment and fury—so why wouldn’t he fight back?
What the hell was holding him back?
Lin Yu couldn’t understand it, and frankly, he didn’t care to try.
He’d only stepped in this once because the guy resembled Niu Dafei.
Whether the guy lived or died in the future had nothing to do with—
...
...
Lin Yu rubbed his temples in frustration.
Maybe he couldn’t just wash his hands of this. Watching him get bullied, even knowing he wasn’t the real Niu Dafei, still felt… off.
Like it really was Niu Dafei being tormented, making it impossible for Lin Yu to just walk away.
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...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
