I Want to Stay, and No One Can Stop Me

Lin Yu sat silently at the dining table,

appearing as steady as an old dog.

But in reality, his mind was racing:

How could he politely refuse a martial arts challenge and turn it into a small-scale duel without angering the fishnet-stocking-wearing nurse?

Bang!

Before he could figure out the best approach,

Xia Xiashan was already slamming the table, declaring boldly:

"Fine! It's settled!"

"No one's dared to challenge our family's martial arts school in years!"

"I'll be waiting for Master Z tomorrow morning at the dojo!"

Lin Yu: "???"

Who the hell did you just settle things with?

I haven’t said a word, and you’re already making decisions?

What kind of martial arts school is this—straight-up banditry!

All he wanted was for Xia Yiwei to help him tell a little white lie and fight on his behalf. Was that too much to ask?

Did it really have to escalate like this?

However.

Xia Yiwei’s next words

once again dissolved Lin Yu’s hesitation.

Xia Yiwei: "Maomao, you… don’t seem happy about losing to my little master, do you?"

Maomao clenched her fists: Creak… "I—I haven’t admitted defeat yet!"

Xia Yiwei smirked knowingly: "Want to challenge him every day until you win?"

Lin Yu: "???"

Wait…

Was his guardian angel stepping in again?

Maomao glanced at Lin Yu: Creak… "That last match… doesn’t count, right?"

Then, lacking confidence, she averted her gaze.

Lin Yu: "..."

Was it really that hard to admit defeat?

Would it kill her?

Honestly, he couldn’t understand these weirdos—each with their own brand of eccentricity.

A whole circus of oddities.

Unlike him—simple, straightforward, and just a little too fond of pretty faces.

Xia Yiwei’s eyes sparkled with mischief, as if she had everything under control:

"Maomao, I can help you!"

"You should move into my apartment and live with me."

"My bed is huge and super comfy."

"Besides, you two have that work project together, right?"

"This way, you can challenge my little master anytime, day or night."

"And maybe get to know his… less public side, hehe…"

"You can work together, I’ll take care of you—it’s a win-win-win-win-win!"

Lin Yu: "!!!"

Confirmed.

She was absolutely his guardian angel!

A goddamn genius!

At this critical moment,

Xia Xiashan struck again with full force:

"Xia Yiwei, are you daydreaming?"

"You? Take care of Maomao? What good could she possibly learn from you?"

"How to never make your bed? How to get blackout drunk? Or how to dress like a fishnet-clad delinquent?"

"Any girl left in your hands would be corrupted!"

"And besides—"

Here,

Xia Xiashan shot Lin Yu a glance.

Clearly,

the next words came with a heavy dose of prejudice.

"Besides, Maomao’s never lived in a rented place before."

"She’d never adapt to a shared apartment."

"If you want to abandon your family, fine—but don’t drag her down with you."

"She’s in Pingchuan for serious work!"

Xia Yiwei seized the opening in Xia Xiashan’s rudeness and counterattacked:

"Ohhhh-ho-ho~"

"Little Master, aren’t we honored to dine with such celestial nobility?"

"Get it yet?"

"Just say it straight—our shared apartment is some backwater dump, right?"

"Look down on us humble renters?"

"Too good for us peasants?"

"Xia Xiashan, have you even asked Maomao what she wants?"

"Are you her mom now? Or Aunt Ru Xue?"

"She’s an adult—stop acting like you own her!"

Lin Yu couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.

Damn.

Nurses with attitude really were built different.

This level of professional sarcasm was max-damage.

And against family? It came with a built-in "Rage Boost" passive.

In this situation,

the best move was silence.

Lin Yu said nothing.

Just kept shoveling food into his mouth.

Sometimes,

silence was the loudest way to say, "Mood: ruined."

Xia Xiashan wasn’t afraid of offending Lin Yu,

but since Maomao would have to interact with him often,

her sister’s provocation left her momentarily speechless.

Any further argument would just sound like she was outright insulting them.

Maomao stole a glance at Lin Yu, then said firmly: "I want to move in. I’m willing."

Xia Yiwei cackled triumphantly: "HA! Hear that? Maomao said I DO."

Xia Xiashan fumed: "I DON’T!"

Xia Yiwei plopped next to Maomao: "Oh? Who asked you? We only ‘do’ for the worthy—step aside."

Xia Xiashan: "Enough nonsense. I won’t allow it, and Aunt Ru Xue definitely won’t."

Maomao hesitated: "..."

Lin Yu, listening all this time,

caught the key detail.

This "Aunt Ru Xue" was probably Maomao’s mother or guardian.

With her in the picture,

Xia Xiashan didn’t need to argue much—Maomao would back down on her own.

Proper young ladies,

raised with strict rules. Understandable.

But now, after his "disciple" had fought so hard for him,

it was time for the master to step in!

Lin Yu cut in, putting on his most serious face

and preparing to unleash absolute nonsense:

"Hey, can you all listen to me for a second?"

"After all, I'm also a member of this shared apartment."

"Even though I have no right to interfere with who Weiwei lets stay in her room."

"But from a roommate's perspective, I don’t want to see a loser at home."

"It really ruins my mood, and I find it tiresome when people weaker than me keep challenging me over and over. It’s just not fun."

"I’m a competitive person by nature, and once a challenge is issued, I can’t just ignore it. Ugh..."

"Sorry, Maomao, it’s better if you don’t move in."

"Let me emphasize one last time—don’t take it too hard. It’s not that you’re weak… it’s just that I’m too strong."

Xia Xiashan: "???"

This guy really knows how to twist the knife where it hurts!

What’s ZerO’s game here?

Is he trying to stop Maomao or lure her in?

For a moment, she couldn’t tell.

Xia Yiwei’s inner thoughts: Wow~

The younger ones are sharper!

After all her own rambling, Lin Yu’s reverse psychology worked like a charm.

Now, only Maomao could move in.

From now on, wouldn’t she be able to use Maomao to pressure her little master?

How could he refuse a challenge then?

Maybe…

She might even get a taste of that legendary "Tenderizing Palm Technique" from him!

She glanced at little Maomao again—

Creak!

Creak!

Her pink fists clenched so tight her nails nearly dug into her palms.

Taking a deep breath, she suddenly stood up and declared:

"I’m moving in, and no one can stop me."

"I’ll handle talking to Aunt Ruxue about it."

"I’m grown up now. My life, my programming."

Lin Yu bit his lip hard, struggling not to laugh.

At the same time—

A mischievous voice whispered in his ear:

"Master, I know you’ve got plans for Maomao."

"But I never expected you’d be bold enough to trick her into coming home to execute them?"

Lin Yu: "..."

He’d almost forgotten.

He was still live-streaming right now!

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