"Zhu Zi-jie, what do you think of me now?"
Lin Yu walked into the room and called out to Xia Muzhu, who was busy in the kitchen.
Xia Muzhu turned around, wearing an adorable little cat apron tied around her chest, a wooden spatula still in her left hand. When she saw Lin Yu, a spark of delight flickered in her deep blue eyes. She gave him a thumbs-up and praised,
"Looking good."
"Way more handsome than before!"
"Pfft."
Xia Yueshan, who happened to be passing by, scoffed dismissively and curled his lips.
"What’s so good about it?"
"His old look was way cooler—made me wanna get the same haircut."
As he spoke, Xia Yueshan struck a goofy pose, raising his left hand to cover half his face while swiveling his head left and right like a robot scanning for targets.
"You dare!"
Xia Muzhu brandished her spatula threateningly.
"If you even think about getting that haircut, I’ll—"
"I’ll—"
She stammered, momentarily at a loss for words to intimidate him. But then her gaze landed on Lin Yu, and a sly grin curled her lips as she turned back to Xia Yueshan, continuing her faux-fierce act.
"I’ll have your Lin Yu-gege deal with you!"
"Mhm."
Lin Yu nodded obligingly, then reached out to ruffle Xia Yueshan’s fluffy little head, shaking it gently as he added,
"If your jiejie says so."
"I’ll definitely teach you a lesson."
Xia Yueshan ducked nimbly, slipping free from Lin Yu’s grasp before darting over to the couch. He spun around to face them again.
First, he shot a mocking glance toward Xia Muzhu in the kitchen, pulling a face and mimicking her in a singsong voice:
"Ohhh~"
"I’ll have your Lin Yu-gege deal with you~"
Then he twisted toward Lin Yu by the dining table, wiggling his butt and sticking out his tongue:
"Mhm~"
"If your jiejie says so~"
"I’ll definitely teach you a lesson~"
The teasing tone made both their faces flush.
The original exchange had carried a hint of ambiguity, but left alone, it might have passed unnoticed. Now, with Xia Yueshan’s exaggerated repetition, the unspoken tension between them ballooned—almost to the point of bursting.
Catching Xia Muzhu’s sidelong glance out of the corner of his eye, Lin Yu quickly deflected, shouting as he lunged playfully at Xia Yueshan.
"Wow, now you’re mocking me too?"
"Let’s see how I deal with you!"
After the playful scuffle came another hearty dinner.
Once they’d eaten their fill, Lin Yu checked the time and stood to leave, discreetly signaling Xia Yueshan to meet him downstairs.
After waiting a while outside, Lin Yu handed Xia Yueshan back his apartment key and mentioned the scheduled door access system replacement the next day.
Xia Yueshan took the key, but upon hearing about the security upgrade, he stared at Lin Yu with an odd expression—as if seeing him for the first time.
Lin Yu frowned under the scrutiny.
"What’s with the look?"
"Never thought… never thought I’d see the day," Xia Yueshan mused, rubbing his chin and shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief.
"Turns out you actually wanna protect my jiejie, not just scheme to make a move on her!"
"Duh."
Lin Yu rolled his eyes.
"If I wanted to do something bad to your sister, I would’ve done it the first time I saw her."
"The first time you saw her?"
"What happened when you first met?"
Xia Yueshan frowned and pressed for details.
Lin Yu thought for a moment, deciding there was no need to hide it, and laid everything out:
"It wasn’t a big deal. Back then, you were being bullied by someone outside school, and that guy happened to be one of my underlings. Your sister came to warn him not to mess with you again. I was there at the time, so I did her a favor and told them to leave you alone."
Hearing Lin Yu’s explanation, Xia Yueshan’s mouth fell open in an "O" shape. He pointed at Lin Yu in sudden realization and said,
"No wonder! I was wondering why Old Liu stopped sending outsiders to beat me up. So it was you who helped."
"But what does that have to do with you doing something to my sister?"
Xia Yueshan turned back, still confused.
"Doesn’t it?"
Lin Yu shot back:
"What if I used you as leverage to threaten your sister into obeying me?"
"Holy shit!"
"You’re such an animal!"
Xia Yueshan yelled, cursing angrily.
"Animal your ass!"
"Did I actually do it?"
Lin Yu retorted without hesitation, flicking Xia Yueshan’s forehead with a sharp knock.
Xia Yueshan clutched his forehead, grimacing in pain.
Lin Yu ignored him and, after reminding him to distribute the new access cards to every household in the building the next day, turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Xia Yueshan called out to stop him.
"What now?"
Lin Yu turned back impatiently.
Xia Yueshan wore a rare look of guilt. He fished around in his pocket before pulling out another, slightly larger key and holding it out to Lin Yu. Scratching his cheek awkwardly with his other hand, he mumbled,
"Well, uh…"
"This is actually my house key. Take it and make a copy."
"This is the real key?"
Lin Yu frowned as he took the key from Xia Yueshan’s palm. Suddenly, his lips curled into a cold smirk.
"Then what was that other key you gave me earlier?"
"That, that key…"
"I—I got it wrong!"
Xia Yueshan stammered, avoiding eye contact.
Seeing Lin Yu raise his hand again, Xia Yueshan ducked his head, squeezing his eyes shut and scrunching his eyebrows together, bracing for another hit. But instead, Lin Yu’s large hand landed gently on his head, ruffling his hair softly.
"Good job."
"It’s necessary to stay cautious around strangers you don’t know well."
"Keep that guard up in the future too."
Lin Yu smiled warmly.
Xia Yueshan stared at this unfamiliar side of Lin Yu, blinking hard before nodding firmly.

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?!

transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!

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!