Is this how bold a nurse's life can be?
Leaving the key at the front door!
Back in his hometown, hardly anyone would dare do something like that!
And she even asked him, a guy, to help clean her room?
Tch.
Not afraid he might see something he shouldn’t?
Lin Yu went down to the first floor.
Eyes sharp, ears alert.
Making sure no one was around, he finally reached Xia Yiwei’s door.
Luckily, she lived at the far end of the hallway, opposite the rooms of the Shuang Chi sisters.
After retrieving the key from under the doormat,
Lin Yu unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Xia Yiwei’s place was just an ordinary single room—no separate living area or study.
The bedroom was right there as soon as you walked in.
The "spectacle" inside instantly made Lin Yu’s blood rush.
What the hell…
Did the wardrobe get drunk and throw up?
Just as Xia Yiwei had admitted herself,
Her clothes were everywhere—on the bed, the sofa, the chairs…
Black, white, red, yellow, purple, green…
Big, small, round, flat…
Every style, every pattern, you name it.
Aren’t you only supposed to wear nurse uniforms at work?
Are these… all her "nighttime outfits"?
The room was a sea of clothes.
At least there weren’t any particularly private garments lying around.
Honestly,
Lin Yu felt just a tiny bit disappointed.
Well, time to get to work.
He’d already agreed—what else could he do?
Lin Yu gathered the scattered clothes into piles,
Silently making a vow to himself…
Today,
Every piece of clothing he picked up here,
Someday,
He would personally take them off her!
Once everything was piled up, Lin Yu stuffed the clothes into the top shelf of the wardrobe.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Helping the sect elder organize her immortal robes has deepened the bond between you!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the elder of the Medicine Hall has progressed to the fourth level—"Silent Understanding"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Hearing the system’s notifications,
Lin Yu’s mood lightened a little.
After all, Xia Yiwei had only mentioned cleaning up the clothes.
Looking around the room…
There didn’t seem to be much else to tidy up.
Fortunately, Xia Yiwei didn’t have too many belongings.
A large desk sat empty—
Otherwise, there’d be no space for Maomao’s computer setup when she moved in.
The big bed behind him
Would be where the two of them slept together in the coming days…
On the nightstand,
There was a framed photo.
Lin Yu picked it up for a closer look.
The photo showed four people.
It looked like a group shot from at least four or five years ago.
The eldest sister, Xia Shan, appeared much younger in the picture, her long hair a rare sight.
The other two girls were a youthful Xia Yiwei and a teenage Maomao.
Who would’ve thought
That the sweetly smiling girl in the photo would years later be riding a "black armored beast" through the night?
As for Maomao… she didn’t seem to have grown an inch since then!
Standing behind the three girls, arms wrapped around them, was a tall woman with a mature charm.
Her hair was an uncommon shade of silver-gray for the time.
If he had to guess…
This woman was probably the "Aunt Ruxue" they’d mentioned.
From earlier conversations with the three girls,
Lin Yu had gathered that Aunt Ruxue was something like Maomao’s "guardian."
But since Maomao also called her Aunt Ruxue,
They weren’t mother and daughter.
This only piqued Lin Yu’s curiosity further.
What exactly was Aunt Ruxue’s relationship with the three of them?
Bang!
"Over here, over here! Bring the stuff this way, master!"
Before Lin Yu could ponder further,
Xia Yiwei’s voice rang out from the lobby.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
She even hired movers?
With this much noise, who in the apartment wouldn’t hear it—except maybe Sister Ruirui?
He couldn’t just hide in the bathroom like some peeping creep!
Lin Yu reacted lightning-fast.
He darted out of the room,
Beating all the other housemates to the first-floor lobby.
The moment he stepped out,
He ran into Maomao, who was carrying a laptop bag and wearing a new iridescent T-shirt.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve completed the limited-time quest "Gathering Talents"!]
[Target: Du Miaomiao!]
[Successfully recruited a new talent for the sect within the time limit—a great achievement for its expansion!]
[Reward: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 2 free system mall draws.]
[Bonus Attribute Skills: Heavenly Dipper Formation, Photographic Memory, Thunderclap Finger Technique.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Finally!
This was the biggest reward haul since he’d gotten the system.
While the contribution points and Spirit Stones were nice,
The real prize was the full set of attribute skills.
Even without reading the descriptions,
Just based on his knowledge of Maomao and the names of the skills,
Lin Yu could guess what they represented.
Heavenly Dipper Formation—probably Maomao’s computer expertise.
Photographic Memory—self-explanatory, her ability to recite anything at a glance.
Thunderclap Finger Technique—her typing speed, no doubt. How else could she keep up with Ying'er in their battles?
A few days ago,
Lin Yu had merely been Ying'er’s stand-in.
A powerless impostor.
But now…
(Mo Shangying: So I’m the stand-in now?)
Lin Yu had the skills to compete with these two extraordinary girls on equal footing!
At the same time,
A personal info panel popped up beside Maomao.
[Du Miaomiao]
[Age: 20]
[Sect Status: Outer Sect Probationary Disciple]
[Relationship with Host: 33% (Third Tier: Close Friends/Neighbors)]
[Number of Dao Companions (Soul/Body Cultivation): 0/0]
[Attribute Skills: Heavenly Dipper Formation, Photographic Memory, Thunderclap Finger Technique, Battle Physique]
[Other Info: None]
[Current Quests:]
[None (New disciple; quest list refreshes tomorrow)]
Seeing Maomao’s sect status,
Lin Yu nearly cried tears of joy.
Finally… finally!
Someone with a lower rank than him.
No longer was he the biggest victim of "the whole family’s accomplished except me."
Oh, you little outer sect probationary disciple,
Just wait and see how this senior disciplines you!
Maomao, calming her nerves upon seeing Lin Yu,
Stepped forward and spoke first:
"Fishing for swordfish, swordfish on the island; fishing for swordfish, swordfish on the… (×3)"
Lin Yu: "..."
Still reciting that?
Just how competitive are you?
The Monkey King reincarnated as a cat?
Luckily, no one else was around.
Otherwise, hearing Maomao’s opening line, they’d probably think she had a few screws loose.
Maomao could afford to act silly, but Lin Yu couldn’t play along.
Because he could already hear footsteps coming from the first, second, and third floors.
"Hi, you must be the new roommate moving in with Sister Yiwei, right?"
"I’m Lin Yu—the man of the house!"
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villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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