Looking at Tang Manman's shy and flustered demeanor, Lin Yu appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly, he was utterly stunned.
Her behavior was a hundred percent off—completely unlike her usual self!
Why did it feel like what she was holding wasn’t just medicine from the pharmacy, but an unspoken love letter instead?
Lin Yu glanced at Tang Manman’s slightly flushed cheeks, then at the medicine clutched in her delicate hand, before looking back at her face—now even redder than before.
Her skin was already so fair it seemed almost unreal, and the slightest hint of emotion would paint her porcelain complexion in broad strokes of pink.
Now, that pink hue was deepening into a full-blown crimson, accentuated by her delicate features and the pure, untainted innocence radiating from her. For a moment, Lin Yu found himself staring, mesmerized.
A gentle breeze brushed past them, carrying the fleeting seconds along with it.
Under Lin Yu’s unwavering gaze, Tang Manman’s face grew hotter and hotter, until even the hand holding the medicine bag began to tremble.
Just as she felt her cheeks might combust from the heat, Lin Yu finally snapped out of his daze and spoke lightly:
"Tang Manman."
"You…"
"Don’t tell me you like me?"
At the question, Tang Manman’s peach-blossom eyes widened in shock. Her darting gaze finally stilled, locking onto Lin Yu’s face, her clear, dark pupils dilating with panic.
"N-no! Of course not!"
"Not at all!"
"I—I just really appreciate your help and wanted to repay you."
"I don’t like you."
"Definitely not."
She shook her head rapidly, her words stumbling over each other in her haste to deny it.
Watching Tang Manman’s face turn so red it looked almost feverish, Lin Yu suddenly came to his senses.
Holy crap!
What the hell did I just blurt out?!
"Haha, good, good. That’s a relief."
Lin Yu scratched his head, forcing a laugh to mask his awkwardness.
A few dry chuckles later, the air between them thickened with an unbearable tension—so awkward it made him want to bang his head against a wall.
After a long silence, it was Tang Manman who finally raised her hand again, offering the medicine to Lin Yu in a small voice:
"Please take it. You’re still not fully recovered."
"No need."
Lin Yu gave another strained laugh and shook his head.
By now, he had completely snapped out of whatever trance had come over him earlier. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself.
He knew he couldn’t let things continue like this.
Then, an idea flashed through his mind, and before he could think better of it, he blurted out:
"Take this stuff back and return it."
"I can buy my own medicine."
"And from now on, try to keep your distance from me. You’re too pretty—if my girlfriend saw us together, she’d get jealous."
The nervousness and shyness on Tang Manman’s face shattered like a fragile stained-glass window, revealing pure shock beneath.
She stared at Lin Yu blankly, as though struggling to process his words.
"Don’t dwell on the times I helped you. You’ve done me a huge favor too, right?"
"Let’s just call it even."
Lin Yu smiled.
"Next time we meet, let’s pretend we don’t know each other."
"My girlfriend’s the jealous type."
"I don’t want to upset her."
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?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
