Wang Biao tactfully stopped disturbing the young people's fun.
After he left,
the two women each released Lin Yu and began scrutinizing him with fresh eyes.
Shen Buyao stared at his upper half: "College boy, you're really something, huh? Getting along so well with Old Wang?"
Huang Feirong eyed his lower half: "College boy, you're really something, huh? Getting along so well with something so big!"
Lin Yu: "..."
You two better be talking about the same thing!
Running into Wang Biao, his "flower shop landlord," here was something Lin Yu genuinely hadn’t expected.
Turns out, big property owners really are the low-key wealthy type.
Judging by how casually Wang Biao had interacted with Shen Buyao,
it was obvious—
he was a regular here.
As for whether his status was high or not...
there was just no way to tell!
Shen Buyao seemed to talk to everyone in the same tone.
Age? Status? Didn’t matter—she’d roast you first.
Honestly, Lin Yu could’ve explained his relationship with Wang Biao in just two sentences.
But since Shen Buyao didn’t know and had already decided Lin Yu was "not simple,"
he might as well let this beautiful misunderstanding slide.
"I... I didn’t expect to run into Biao here either," Lin Yu said. "Never heard him mention being into antiques before."
Shen Buyao stepped closer,
one hand on her hip, the other resting on Lin Yu’s shoulder:
"Who knows? Maybe some Tiger Bro or Dragon Bro will pop up next?"
Lin Yu waved it off:
"No way. I’m just a college student—how many people could I possibly know?"
That much was true.
Aside from the girls in his apartment, Wang Biao was the only person of note Lin Yu knew in Pingchuan.
Shen Buyao studied Lin Yu’s eyes but didn’t press further.
Instead, she continued:
"Bringing you here today wasn’t to auction your treasure on the spot.
With something this rare, barely anyone here would even qualify to bid.
Since you’ve decided to auction the Hibiscus Plate, I’ll introduce you to the head of Gui Market later to set terms.
For big deals like this, Gui Market needs at least two days to promote before holding a special auction."
That sounded reasonable enough.
Lin Yu had no objections.
A transaction worth millions happening too fast would’ve been suspicious anyway.
Curious, Lin Yu asked:
"Can you help me arrange auctions for the two jade pieces too, Yaoyao-jie?"
From the system’s intel,
Lin Yu knew a "Shen family member" would likely approach him.
But unless Shen Buyao said it herself,
he couldn’t let on that he already knew.
"College boy, didn’t I say I’d take them?" Shen Buyao replied.
"To be precise, the ‘Shen family’ will buy those jades.
That old cow hasn’t shown up yet, but you’ll meet her soon.
Don’t worry about the price—you or whoever’s behind you can take those pieces to any appraiser.
When that old cow makes an offer, she won’t shortchange you!"
Typical Social Queen Yaoyao.
Even her own family wasn’t spared—
"old cow" this, "old cow" that,
leaving Lin Yu struggling not to imagine just how "capitalized" this person must be.
From what Lin Yu observed,
they were near the auction hall entrance.
Dozens of guests milled about in small groups, exchanging pleasantries.
Aside from a few initial greetings to Shen Buyao,
no one dared approach their little bubble afterward.
Likely thanks to her sheer presence—
just standing there created an automatic exclusion zone!
Fifteen minutes later,
the entrance cleared out,
leaving only two tall men in black cloth shoes by the doors.
Shen Buyao checked her phone, then barked at them:
"Hey! Fetch me tonight’s auction catalog."
One of the men immediately jogged into the venue.
Huang Feirong muttered: "First of all, my name isn’t ‘Hey’~"
Lin Yu: "..."
The Queen of Raunch really has seen all kinds of films, huh...
Soon, Shen Buyao held the catalog.
Her eyes skimmed it rapidly—
Lin Yu had no clue what she was looking for.
Within a minute,
she crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby bin.
"Let’s go," she declared, striding off. "With junk like this, those two definitely won’t show."
Lin Yu: "Yaoyao-jie, where are we—"
Shen Buyao: "To find her mom and that old cow!"
Huang Feirong: "Can I skip this? Pretend I got lost?"
......
The trio returned to the elevator, ascending one floor to B1.
Just one level up,
yet the noise difference was staggering.
While downstairs buzzed with activity,
this floor was eerily quiet,
lit only by faint wall lamps barely illuminating the path.
The dimness didn’t bother Lin Yu—
his enhanced vision thrived on minimal light.
But with nothing but white tiles lining the sterile hallway,
there wasn’t much to see anyway.
Only after turning into the "building proper" did decorations appear.
As they walked,
more "black cloth shoes" men nodded at the women without stopping or questioning them.
If Lin Yu had to guess,
this was likely the Gui Market head’s "office."
The main hall’s classical décor exuded refined elegance,
its walls adorned with a sharply calligraphered "Gui" character.
Yet something felt off...
Ever since leaving the elevator,
Lin Yu’s heightened hearing had picked up a strange sound—
"Tap tap tap..."
Faint in the hallway,
it grew clearer in the "office" lobby.
Not keyboard clattering,
but similarly rhythmic.
Inside,
a bespectacled woman in a white blouse and pencil skirt
hurried over from a reception-like desk.
"Miss Feirong, Miss Yao, you’re here?"
"Sister Hong and the others are—"
Before she could finish,
Shen Buyao brushed past:
"I know where they are. No need to guide us."
"With that racket, you think I’m deaf?"
As Huang Feirong passed,
she plucked the woman’s employee badge from her neckline and tucked it into her breast pocket.
"Heh, put it right here—much sexier, right?"
"Wouldn’t you agree, college boy?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Why drag me into your employee harassment?!
I’m a respectable man!
Scrambling after Shen Buyao,
Lin Yu couldn’t look the receptionist in the eye anymore.
At the first inner door,
Shen Buyao shoved it open without hesitation.
"Tap tap tap..."
"Tap tap tap..."
"Hadouken! You’re done for, Little Jiu! Crawl back to your mom!"
"In your dreams! This is my best Mai Shiranui!"
"..."
The room housed an old-school arcade machine,
where two women’s voices—one deep and domineering, the other light and playful—bantered over the game’s sounds.
Lin Yu finally realized what those strange sounds he had been hearing truly were...
Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong were so addicted to gaming they couldn’t tear themselves away.
So it’s fucking hereditary after all!
...
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
