Gu Yue was still chattering away when she suddenly noticed the person beside her had disappeared. She turned around to see Lin Yu frozen in place. Blinking curiously, she asked,
"Brother Long, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Lin Yu shook his head and continued walking forward.
Though his expression remained calm, his thoughts were in turmoil.
Had those two really broken up just like in the hentai manga plot?
Lin Yu felt an indescribable taste in his mouth.
He remembered the original storyline—after Tang Manman was "trained" by the delinquent, there was a scene where she broke up with her childhood sweetheart.
That scene...
Tsk tsk.
It could truly be called the pure love warrior's personal hell.
Especially that final manga panel where Tang Manman only showed half her face, lips curled in that deeply meaningful smile.
It looked... both painful and exciti—(entire line scratched out)
It looked painful and painful!
But given the current situation, their breakup might not be a bad thing.
Without the cuckoldry element, their separation was just an ordinary peaceful breakup.
Besides, that guy Yu Kai genuinely didn't deserve Tang Manman. When his girlfriend got bullied, he actually...
...
Wait.
Lin Yu suddenly realized the crucial point.
They were never actually in a relationship to begin with.
Whatever.
Doesn't matter.
Lin Yu rubbed his temples. As long as Tang Manman—the female lead of that hentai manga—was living well now, that was enough.
In the future...
At least during high school, she wouldn't suffer bullying anymore. That alone would make his efforts worthwhile!
Feeling lighter, he stretched lazily. As he glanced at Gu Yue's lightly made-up face, an idea flashed through his mind.
That's it!
Couldn't he also use makeup to conceal the uneven skin tones on his face?
If he combed the delinquent-style blond streaks on his left cheek backward, he might finally look like a normal human being again!!!
Excited by this realization, Lin Yu's eyes sparkled. Looking at Gu Yue—an expert in this field—he blurted out:
"How good are you at makeup?"
"Pretty decent," Gu Yue answered obediently, though confused by the sudden topic shift.
"Ahem."
Lin Yu grew nervous. After checking that no one was watching, he still didn't feel secure enough. He pulled Gu Yue behind a roadside tree, took several deep breaths, then hesitantly lifted the blond strands covering his left cheek.
"Can you make both sides of my face look the same color?"
Gu Yue's confusion vanished the moment she saw Lin Yu's left cheek, replaced by an extremely strained expression.
Her lips trembled as she fought to suppress laughter, eyes blinking rapidly to avoid betraying even a hint of amusement.
Soon, her composure cracked. She turned her head sharply left, eyes darting everywhere except Lin Yu's face.
Lin Yu dropped the blond hair back into place and glared at her, cheeks burning.
"Just answer!"
"Can you do it or not?"
Amid his embarrassment, Lin Yu felt a pang of relief—thank goodness he hadn't impulsively chopped off the blond streaks earlier. This look would've made people laugh themselves silly!
Once the hair covered his face again, Gu Yue regained some composure, though her lips still quivered. Her bright eyes poorly concealed lingering amusement as she nodded.
"I can."
"Really?"
"You can make both sides indistinguishable?" Lin Yu pressed.
As he spoke, Gu Yue's lips started trembling again. Finally, she sucked them inward and nodded silently.
"Fine. Don't leave after school on Friday."
"Wait for me."
Lin Yu checked the calendar—Friday was ideal for this experiment. If it failed, he could just hide at home all weekend scrubbing his face clean.
The day passed uneventfully.
After school, Lin Yu ambled toward Xia Muzhu's apartment complex.
Standing before her building's broken door security system, he resolved not to delay any longer.
By this weekend at latest, he'd get someone to repair or replace the access control.
Xia Muzhu's second "incident" could happen anytime—he needed to prepare.
As Lin Yu stared blankly at the malfunctioning system, a voluptuous figure crept up behind him. A hand lightly tapped his shoulder, followed by a cheerful voice:
"Little Brother Lin Yu!"
That nickname told him who it was without looking. He turned with a smile.
"Hello, Sister Muzhu."
Under the complex's bright streetlights, Xia Muzhu wore a coffee-colored spaghetti-strap dress with a beige knitted cardigan. The outfit accentuated her milky-white skin, giving her an ethereal elegance—poised yet approachable, dignified without aloofness.
The very picture of a young wife.
One who smelled deliciously of milk!
"Come on up," she said, tucking a stray black lock behind her ear. "I kept dinner warm for you."
"Your favorite fish is waiting."
"Oh. Right."
Lin Yu nodded hastily, tearing his gaze away.
Damn it!
So captivating!
Young wives really knew how to pluck a teenage boy's heartstrings!
Following Xia Muzhu upstairs, he spotted Xia Yueshan upon entering.
True to form, the boy was obediently setting the table with chopsticks.
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?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?!
