Lin Yu wasn't in a hurry to go back to his room.
Instead, he sat in the first-floor restaurant with the door half-closed.
He flipped through his phone, finding and looking through the WeChat profiles of the classmates that Chi Qingshui had just mentioned.
He couldn't just show up on the day and not even be able to call out his classmates' names when he saw them.
It couldn't be wrong to refresh his long - forgotten memories in advance.
While he was doing this review.
The door to the hall opened, and someone came back...
Lin Yu turned his head to look.
He saw Ye Mengfu, looking flustered, hurrying across the hall with her hood up.
In her hands, she was holding a medium - sized cardboard box.
Right after that.
There came the hasty sound of footsteps going upstairs.
Lin Yu: "???"
Did she go steal landmines?
Why is she acting so furtively and mysteriously?
According to the system's prompt.
Didn't Mengmeng buy a gift for him?
Could it be that what's in the cardboard box is the gift she's going to give him?
Even if Ye Mengfu didn't offer to give him a gift, Lin Yu would go to her.
The skills he copied by using two Ghost Hand Talismans couldn't be left unused for too long.
The test for the soul cultivator to form a path was urgent!
Lin Yu got up from his seat and slowly walked upstairs.
He arrived at Ye Mengfu's room on the second floor.
After making sure there was no one in the corridor, Lin Yu gently knocked on Ye Mengfu's door.
"Wh...who is it?"
A weak voice came from inside the room.
"Xiaofu, it's me, Lin Yu."
"I just saw you come back in a hurry. Are you okay? Did you run into any trouble?"
...
Inside the room.
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
She had just come back from outside, and Lin Yu showed up so quickly!
So quickly that Ye Mengfu wasn't prepared at all.
"No, no!"
Ye Mengfu quickly denied the possibility of running into trouble through the door.
This wasn't a lie. She really didn't have any trouble, only... nervousness and unease!
"Good. Can I borrow the drawing board in your room? I haven't painted for a long time. I suddenly want to draw something, and there are no art supplies in my room."
Ye Mengfu caught her breath: "!!!"
Ye Mengfu didn't even think about the reason of borrowing a drawing board to paint.
The only thought that popped into her mind was...
Lin Yu was going to come in!
Could she refuse?
Ye Mengfu wasn't a girl with a lot of scheming.
In her mind...
If someone had a legitimate reason to come in.
And they weren't strangers.
There was no reason to stop him.
But now, Ye Mengfu hadn't sorted out what to say about the gift.
People with social anxiety need to be fully prepared before giving a gift.
There's no such thing as improvisation.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Xiaofu? Are you okay? Why aren't you opening the door?"
Lin Yu's urging voice came again, making Ye Mengfu even more flustered.
She looked at the box on the table and immediately picked it up:
"Com...coming!"
Hide it!
Before she was ready to give it out, she couldn't let Lin Yu see it for the time being.
The room was so small. Where could she hide it?
In a moment of desperation.
Ye Mengfu opened the folded quilt, put the box on the bed, and covered it directly.
Then she quickly pulled the curtain halfway, leaving only a small gap.
Why pull the curtain?
Of course...
The darker the light in the room, the less likely the "thing on the bed" would be discovered!
"Click!"
The door opened.
Lin Yu smiled and looked at Ye Mengfu... and the rather dim room behind her.
Just outside the door.
He had clearly heard the sound of the curtain being pulled in the room.
Oh, this little socially - anxious girl's mind...
Now that Lin Yu was going in, wouldn't the atmosphere in the room become even more ambiguous?
"Xiaofu, you're still wearing a hood in the room?
Are you hot or cold? It seems like you're sweating."
Lin Yu didn't force his way in this time.
Last time.
He had left a bad impression on her.
This time.
Since he was here for the "soul cultivator to form a path", he had to pay attention to the impact.
"Forg...forgot to take it off..."
Ye Mengfu said and quickly took off her hood.
After a moment of awkwardness, she shuffled a little to the side, making way at the door.
The meaning was obvious...
Lin Yu could come in now.
He wasn't a hesitant fool who would waste the opportunity.
He would force his way in even if the door wasn't opened.
Now that he was given the chance, of course he would go in.
After Ye Mengfu closed the door, the light in the room became even darker.
According to normal people's thinking logic.
At this time, one would definitely ask:
Why is the room so dark during the day? Why don't you open the curtain?
But this kind of "helpful situation", only a stupid boy would ruin it himself.
He'd rather die than say it!
Lin Yu glanced at the bed again: "..."
Did Xiaofu think he was blind?
That obvious bulge on the bed could even be said to be hiding a person!
Originally, Lin Yu wanted to pretend not to see it.
But...
"Rustle, rustle!"
"Rustle, rustle!"
"... "
Unfortunately.
There came a rustling sound from inside the quilt.
It sounded like some kind of living thing was moving around on the cardboard box.
Oh well.
He couldn't just play the fool to take care of the little socially - anxious girl's feelings.
Lin Yu pointed at the bed awkwardly and said:
"Is there a mouse on your bed?"
Ye Mengfu blushed deeply on the spot.
Even without touching her cheeks, one could tell how hot they were just by looking.
At this moment, Ye Mengfu.
Felt like her soul was about to float away!
Guys, who can understand? Such an embarrassing thing happened...
She secretly prepared a gift for a boy and was still in the preparation stage.
But she was caught red - handed in her room!
Little did she know.
For an introverted person, just the act of preparing a gift took so much courage.
She had wanted to "repay a dream" with the gift.
Now it had become a new "nightmare"!
If she said that the thing on the bed was for herself, it would be a lie.
She wasn't a liar, and she shouldn't lie to Lin Yu.
But if she just said it was for Lin Yu, then what was the point of hiding it now?
For a moment.
Ye Mengfu felt that her language system was completely out of balance and she couldn't organize her words properly.
In a state of confusion.
Unexpectedly.
An "angel" would descend...
"Xiaofufu, you had that nervous look on your face when you gave me the tarot cards last time.
Is it another surprise for me this time?"
Lin Yu took the initiative to ask.
Oh well.
For the sake of this "family", he had been busy taking care of everyone. He was really exhausted.
Seeing Ye Mengfu so flustered and unable to speak, he really felt sorry for her.
Since he already knew the answer, he might as well expose the truth.
At least.
It could make her less flustered.
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
