Classic Stories

Do you know about the sixth sense?

Rumor has it that it is a strange feeling beyond the five senses—something indescribable and inexplicable, yet undeniably real.

Lin Yu didn't know what a sixth sense was.

But this morning, before he even opened his eyes, he felt an oppressive weight that made it hard to breathe.

Maybe something really bad was going to happen today...

...

Looking at Tang Manman, who was clinging to him like a sloth, Lin Yu was utterly speechless.

What kind of bullshit sixth sense was this?

"Wake up, wake up."

Lin Yu reached out, gave Tang Manman's bottom a light squeeze, and said softly:

"The sun is already shining on your butt. It's time to get up."

"Mmm~"

Tang Manman rubbed against Lin Yu adorably and whined in a soft, groggy voice:

"Just hug me for a little longer~"

"Just a little longer~"

Seeing Tang Manman acting like a little rascal, Lin Yu was helpless and could only let her continue clinging to him.

But then again.

Being able to lie flat against him so comfortably could be considered one of her special talents.

If it were Xia Muzhu here, she probably would have complained about a certain area being uncomfortably squished and clamored to change positions a long time ago.

The two lingered in bed for quite a while longer before finally getting up to wash up.

Today was Saturday, and they had nothing to do.

With time on their hands, Lin Yu and Tang Manman decided to go out for a stroll.

It had to be said.

Tang Manman truly turned a lot of heads when walking down the street.

She didn't need to show off her legs, nor did she need to wear anything low-cut.

Just a simple, long white dress draped over her body was enough to make her look incredibly fresh and ethereal.

It was as if she existed on a completely different layer from the pedestrians around her.

Perhaps this kind of simple outfit was the best look for a pure and innocent girl like Tang Manman.

Lin Yu remembered scrolling through his phone a while back and seeing a short video showing two photos of a girl from different periods of her life.

The first photo was from when the girl was in high school.

She wore a school uniform with her hair tied in a simple high ponytail. Her skin was free of makeup yet as pale and tender as a baby's.

She sat in front of the camera, bathed in sunlight, her smile brimming with youthfulness. Her hand, making a peace sign next to her cheek, perfectly captured the cute and playful nature of her age.

The second photo was taken when the girl was in college, or perhaps after she had entered society.

She wore a tight miniskirt and heavy makeup, leaning back on a sofa in a slightly awkward, seductive pose. Below the picture was a caption with a somewhat edgy, street-smart vibe.

To express how satisfied she was with the second photo.

Lin Yu still remembered the top comment under that video.

The commenter said that if they had been in high school with the girl in the first photo, they would only have dared to steal glances at her.

As for the woman in the second photo, if she was in a karaoke club, she would be the type of girl he would wave off and ask the manager to swap for another batch.

Tang Manman was exactly the type suited only for the pure and innocent route. She looked quiet and well-behaved, and when facing strangers, she was timid and adorable, evoking a strong desire to protect her...

...

As Lin Yu thought about this, his expression suddenly turned a bit grim.

Maybe the pure and innocent route wasn't the only path Tang Manman could take.

Recalling the terrifyingly obsessive and paranoid Tang Manman from before, Lin Yu smacked his lips, still feeling a lingering fear even now.

Turning his head to look at the Tang Manman beside him, who was currently holding his arm and leaning against him like a little bird, Lin Yu couldn't connect these two versions of her at all.

Did this girl have a split personality or something?

Damn it!

No way!

The more Lin Yu thought about it, the angrier he got.

To think that a grown man like him had, in a way, been forced by a little thing like Tang Manman!

No!

I won't accept this!

Tonight, when we get back, I'm going to bully her properly!

I'll win my dignity back!

Tang Manman turned a lot of heads on the street.

But with a guy like Lin Yu beside her, their combined head-turning rate was even higher!

Man or ghost, anyone who saw this duo would be shocked and take a few extra glances.

It was no wonder the pedestrians were surprised; the contrast in their appearances was just too stereotypical.

Tang Manman was slender and gentle. Dressed in a spotless white dress and white socks, standing there, she looked exactly like a quiet, top-student beauty who would speak softly and even blush when talking to strangers.

And Lin Yu?

He had mid-length dyed blonde hair, tanned skin, and wore simple baggy shorts and a loose t-shirt. His demeanor was thuggish. He looked like the stereotypical blonde delinquent—the kind of guy who, if walking behind a young girl at night, would make her consider calling the police.

These two wildly contrasting people walking together.

It really made people lose their composure, inevitably reminding them of those classic tropes about the delinquent stealing the good girl.

Especially when they saw that the obedient girl was acting super clingy toward this damn blonde thug, the crowd couldn't stand it even more!

Honestly, if the girl beside the blonde thug was dressed a bit more revealingly, or if she gave off a more street-smart vibe.

Wearing a miniskirt or hot pants, showing off her legs, or wearing a tube top.

The crowd probably wouldn't feel so upset.

Trash belongs with trash, which would be normal.

But instead, the girl beside him was wearing a white dress that covered her from her collarbone down to her mid-calf. No matter how you looked at her, she was the picture of a proper, well-behaved girl from a good family.

This made everyone feel even worse!

Damn blonde thug!

Another pig ruining a perfectly good cabbage!

Why doesn't God drop a banana peel and let you slip to your death!

Perhaps the collective resentment of the crowd was so terrifyingly immense that God actually heard them.

Suddenly, a boy who looked quite young, possibly underage, dashed out from the crowd. Gripping a brick in his hand, he let out a roar and charged forward.