It was nearly six in the afternoon.
The lobby of the apartment building.
All the "roommates" attending the dinner gathering had already assembled in the lobby.
Those who couldn’t make it had also replied in the group chat.
Final attendance list:
Hosts: Xia Yiwei, Maomao.
Invited guests: Lin Yu, Chen Qimeng, Chi Qingshui, Chi Qingchi, Shen Buyao, Mo Shangying, Ye Mengfu.
Regrettably absent: Mao Ruirui, Tang Yimian.
Pingchuan University’s food street was just a short distance from the apartment.
Hailing cabs for so many people would be a complete waste of hard-earned cash.
A spectacle of girls from different age groups strolling together down the street was a rare sight indeed.
Today, Lin Yu had truly become the "one handsome man among a sea of flowers."
One guy accompanying eight girls for dinner…
Even novels and TV dramas wouldn’t dare write such absurdly dramatic plotlines.
Three women make a drama.
So how do you stage 2.666… dramas?
Ah well~
Tonight, Lin Yu was determined to be the "wolf who strikes eight times in one night!"
The first act: Strolling the streets.
Unbeknownst to all, it had already begun the moment they stepped out…
According to unreliable real-time news:
As everyone knows, the typical number of people strolling together rarely exceeds three.
Nine people walking in a group inevitably face the difficult choice of how to pair up.
Groups of three are the most common arrangement.
However, based on years of experience and real-life case studies, one truth stands: If you can’t blend in, don’t force it.
Thus, the current formation exhibits the defining characteristics of "scattered," "multi-point," and "ever-changing."
The question of who Lin Yu will walk with has instantly become breaking news among the roommates!
Unreliable News will continue to provide real-time updates…
At this moment, Lin Yu—
Like a lone and aloof alpha wolf leading the pack—walked ahead at the front.
Behind him, the first group consisted of Chen Qimeng and Chi Qingshui.
The two were chatting about various amusing incidents at school.
"Haha, Xiao Yu’s like that sometimes—he can come off as blunt."
"But he’s just being respectful toward female classmates, not rude. Qingshui, don’t misunderstand him."
After Chi Qingshui finished recounting an incident, Chen Qimeng immediately jumped to Lin Yu’s defense.
Chi Qingshui waved her hands politely.
"Auntie Qimeng, I’m not misunderstanding."
"I… I know Lin Yu’s personality. He really does respect women."
As she spoke, Chi Qingshui glanced at Lin Yu’s back.
Respectful? More like excessively so.
He’d even willingly step back to avoid making others uncomfortable.
But…
If only he’d walk a little slower.
She had deliberately quickened her pace just to catch up to Auntie Qimeng!
Hmph~
Unintentionally or not, the two girls kept steering their conversation toward Lin Yu.
One wanted to share stories of his college life; the other wanted to hear them.
Truly, a perfectly complementary pair of strolling companions.
……
The second group: Mo Shangying, Ye Mengfu, and… Shen Buyao!
Honestly, if not for this dinner, Lin Yu could hardly imagine these three ever hanging out together.
Shen Buyao: "What does a college kid know about sports? He doesn’t know squat!"
Mo Shangying: "He’s seriously knowledgeable! Like, crazy good!"
Shen Buyao: "That’s only because your sister hasn’t stepped in yet. When the tiger’s away, the monkey rules. Next time, count me in—I’ll bet against whatever he picks. Luck-based players never last!"
As she spoke, Shen Buyao slung an arm around Ye Mengfu’s shoulders.
Given their height difference, it was a bit of a stretch.
Shen Buyao: "Xiao Fu, mind if I join your team? I may not have the skills, but you’ve got the…"
Ye Mengfu’s alarm bells instantly blared: "!!!"
Who am I?
Where am I?
The legendary "antique sister’s" words were as bold as ever!
Shen Buyao: "Well? Ying’er, Xiao Fu doesn’t mind. You wouldn’t reject me, would you?"
Mo Shangying scratched her head: "Hehehe, Sis Buyao, it’s not up to me either."
Shen Buyao: "Damn it, that college kid’s getting way too cocky in this apartment!"
Listening to this group’s conversation was enough to make anyone break out in a cold sweat.
At the same time, Lin Yu couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for poor little Xiao Fufu.
……
The third group:
Xia Yiwei, walking alone, was on the phone with her older sister, Director Xia.
"Ugh, relax!"
"Maomao’s doing great—she’s even made new friends."
"Not like you, Ms. High-and-Mighty, too refined to mingle with us peasants?"
"What’s with the coughing?"
"Did my little master beat you up so bad you’re internally injured?"
"Xia Xiashan, jokes aside, you…"
"Better not die on me mid-call!"
"Ahahaha!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Brutal.
He’d heard it clearly—Xia Yiwei was the one who initiated this call.
From the moment they stepped out, it had been nothing but relentless mockery of the defeated.
……
Bringing up the rear was another unexpected yet bizarrely fitting duo:
Maomao and Chi Qingchi!
Chi Qingchi: "I don’t envy others’ lives—that’s what happiness truly is."
Maomao: "Quote from Lucky Star, episode X, XX minutes in."
Chi Qingchi: "Wow… ‘In this world, don’t rely too much on anyone. When you struggle in the dark, even your shadow will abandon you.’"
Maomao: "Kiki’s Delivery Service, XX minutes in, spoken to…"
Chi Qingchi: "Alright, next one… ‘A man’s dream never dies!’"
Maomao: "Blackbeard to Luffy in One Piece. In the original…"
Chi Qingchi: "Amazing! Final test… ‘Leaves fall endlessly toward the earth… Through hundreds of generations of flourishing and decay, some still stand tall against the wind, just like their ancestors!’"
Maomao: "Hmm, this one’s not anime. It’s the closing passage from Wukong’s Journey. ‘How could one forget the pilgrimage?’"
Chi Qingchi: "You’re my idol! Maomao, you’re basically my V god!"
Maomao: "That’s from a famous meme…"
Chi Qingchi: "Ahaha, can I touch your hair? I’ve always wanted to dye mine, but my sister won’t let me. Waaah."
Maomao glanced at Chi Qingchi’s hopeful expression and silently leaned closer.
Lin Yu listened with great interest.
Sigh.
Ying’er was also a textbook otaku girl, yet all she ever spouted was stuff like "I, the last great silver demon" and "You, the last great silver blah…"
A pure genetic mutation!
This was the real deal—a soulful exchange between true otaku girls from another dimension.
Pure, wholesome, and cleansing to the ears.
A world full of girls was just like this—chatty, yet… peacefully beautiful.
As the lone wolf walked ahead, engrossed in the conversations behind him, a sudden chill ran down his spine.
He could distinctly sense someone—no, multiple someones—speeding up to catch up to him.
Chi Qingshui: "Lin Yu."
Shen Buyao: "College kid!"
Xia Yiwei: "Little Lin Yu!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
