Lin Yu reached out and hooked his arm around Chi Qingchi's elbow. With a slight tug, the slender Qingchi stumbled two steps forward, effortlessly pulled to his side.
"Qingchi, you brought classmates along without giving me a heads-up?" Lin Yu's tone was domineering.
Chi Qingchi looked up, meeting Lin Yu's gaze.
What is Lin Yu up to?
Standing arm-to-arm like this made them look way too intimate. They'd clearly agreed—no fake-boyfriend cosplay in public.
Is he forcing the issue now?
But comparing the options…
Polite closeness with Lin Yu versus being awkwardly latched onto by the vice president…
Temporarily yielding to Lin Yu seemed the better choice.
"I didn’t know either. The vice president didn’t tell me he was coming."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your dominant display has greatly reassured the Joyous Sect Bell Envoy. Keep it up!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones]
[Ding!]
[Critical hit! The heretical demon suffers severe physical and mental anguish from your strike!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones]
Two system notifications in a row.
A perfect demonstration of how human joys and sorrows don’t intersect.
The Joyous Sect Bell Envoy felt "greatly reassured"—what a brilliant choice of words.
At the entrance, she’d seemed so clear-headed during their chat.
Yet after one assertive move, she obediently played along.
A tsundere otaku through and through.
The truth behind Zhang Wuji’s mother’s warning only grows more undeniable.
The intimate gesture didn’t just leave Zhao Yuhao frozen in awkwardness—it also made his two companions widen their eyes in shock.
Was the plot unfolding this explosively?
A face-off between the real and fake boyfriends?
Zhao Yuhao didn’t even dare glance at his friends’ expressions.
He quickly changed the subject:
"Lin Yu, right? Hello. Qingchi mentioned in her texts that you wanted to buy a Zoro figurine. I’m pretty close with the shop owner here, so I came by early to check things out."
"The three best picks in the store are in the display case over there. Want to… take a look together?"
[Ding!]
[Warning! The heretical demon, unable to endure humiliation, is launching a fierce counterattack. Host, continue your assault and showcase the might of a sect disciple!]
"Sure, thanks, Vice President. You’re too kind," Lin Yu replied with a smile.
Even without the system’s alert, Lin Yu could sense it—this was a trap.
Not one, but three options?
No way the demon was being this generous.
Fine, let’s see what he’s really plotting.
Under Zhao Yuhao’s lead, the group approached the display.
Two Zoro figurines of different designs and sizes were showcased inside.
As for the third one…
It sat on a small table beside the case.
This Zoro…
Barely qualified as Zoro.
Forget craftsmanship—there was none. It looked like a cheap, crude lump of clay, with even the sword bent awkwardly.
Not even worthy of the display case.
Zhao Yuhao adopted an expert’s tone:
"I checked with the staff. These are the three best choices in the shop."
"Prices are 99, 299… and 2,399!"
He deliberately emphasized the last number.
Lin Yu understood instantly.
A wealth-checking scheme, huh?
Zhao Yuhao continued:
"For beginners, I’d recommend the 99-yuan one. Just for fun."
"Heh, no offense, but figurine collecting is an expensive hobby. If you can avoid it, better not dive in."
"As someone who started early, I know firsthand how much it burns through your wallet."
"Qingchi mentioned your budget wasn’t high, so I asked the owner to pick something affordable."
Oh, how generous of him to "ask the owner"!
No hidden meaning?
The condescension was practically oozing.
Might as well carve "EXPERT" on his forehead.
Knowing the budget was tight, he deliberately picked two expensive options for comparison.
How thoughtful!
If Lin Yu went for the 99-yuan one, Zhao Yuhao would probably swoop in to buy the 2,399-yuan piece for the final humiliation.
A flawless play.
Help Qingchi out, flaunt his expertise, and trample Lin Yu into the dirt—all in one.
If this were Lin Yu from his past life, broke and insecure, the outcome would’ve been:
Ego shattered by the "harsh realities" and "glaring disparities," he’d slink away from Qingchi’s life in shame…
Ah, the battles between otaku youth—so simple, unpretentious, and painfully naive.
No fancy cars or watches. Just figurine flexing?
How adorably juvenile.
"The vice president’s a real pro. So helpful—thanks."
"Qingchi, which one do you like?" Lin Yu asked.
Chi Qingchi parted her lips, about to speak, then bit her lower lip and stole a glance at Lin Yu.
She knew his family situation well.
Aunt Qimeng supported him financially, covering his expenses and schooling.
Even if he’d saved some pocket money, it couldn’t be more than a few hundred yuan.
Indulging in hobbies had to stay realistic.
To her, Lin Yu’s question seemed like a plea—let her point out the cheap option to save face.
But as she prepared to speak, she hesitated.
She could guess Zhao Yuhao’s motives.
If she recommended the 99-yuan figurine as he intended…
Would the aftermath hurt Lin Yu’s pride even more?
Watching Qingchi’s face cycle through micro-expressions, Lin Yu instantly knew—the overthinking otaku was at it again.
He casually rested a hand on her shoulder and gave it a light pat:
"That hard to choose? There are only three options."
"Just pick the one you think looks best. Money isn’t an issue."
Nearby, Zhao Yuhao’s glare could’ve sliced Lin Yu’s hand into sashimi.
His inner monologue: Quit your damn posturing!
Too embarrassed to pick the cheap one yourself, so you dump the decision on Qingchi?
Exploiting her kindness to cover your empty wallet?
Disgusting. Shameless. Despicable. And keep your hands to yourself!
If looks could kill, Lin Yu’s fingers would’ve been julienned by now.
Seeing Lin Yu’s confidence, Chi Qingchi decided to take a tiny gamble.
She’d bet his wallet held at least 300 yuan.
Worst case, she’d buy the figurine back from him later with her sister’s next allowance—just say she liked it.
"I think the second-tier one looks really cool. I pick the 299-yuan one!"
The moment she spoke, she scrutinized Lin Yu’s reaction, hoping she’d read him right.
But then—
Lin Yu frowned, hesitated, and rubbed his nose.
Her heart sank.
Wrong choice?
Should’ve gone with the 99-yuan one after all…
Behind them, the peanut gallery whispered.
Hao Qian murmured to Zhou Yang:
"Figurines are this expensive?"
Zhou Yang nodded slowly, shielding his mouth.
"Rich kids’ luxury. Bet this Lin Yu doesn’t wanna drop 300 on a toy."
Hao Qian gave a thumbs-up in agreement.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yuhao was loving this.
Pushing up his glasses with his arms crossed in front of him, Zhao Yuhao listened as Lin Yu muttered under his breath:
"The vice president recommended the 99-yuan one... and Qingchi, you like the 299-yuan version..."
"Personally, I think the 2399-yuan one looks the best... Ugh, this is so hard to decide!"
Zhao Yuhao sneered inwardly, disdainfully thinking to himself:
"Oh, spare me the act. Qingchi already spilled the beans—your budget’s practically nonexistent! Just grab the 99-yuan one and check out already. Quit stalling and say it!"
As the tension built up perfectly, Lin Yu finally put on a determined face and declared:
"Enough overthinking—I’ll take all three."
Zhao Yuhao, who’d been waiting for this moment, seized his chance to speak.
"Hah, knew you’d pick the—"
His words caught in his throat as the realization hit him.
"Wait... all three?!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
