Lin Yu: "Xiao Fu, come to think of it... we should be considered to be dating now, right?"
Ye Mengfu tightened her grip slightly, nodding twice in quick succession before biting her lip.
At that moment.
As if by some magical force.
The world around them seemed to mute and slow down.
The instant Lin Yu firmly held her hand, all her nervousness vanished without a trace.
A scene she had only ever dreamed of was now unfolding right before her.
This very second.
Ye Mengfu was absolutely certain.
She had truly fallen in love.
With a boy from the same apartment, she had begun a sweet, secret romance.
She had read countless romance comics before.
But she always thought love was something distant—an unattainable fantasy that would never happen to her.
Yet here she was.
She wished... time could freeze right here.
She wished... she could talk to Lin Yu alone.
She wished so, so badly...
Her sweet daydream was gently interrupted as reality tugged her back.
"Xiao Fu, we're here—this is the place."
Lin Yu's words made Ye Mengfu blush instantly.
Ye Mengfu: "S-sorry..."
She had been so lost in thought that she hadn’t even noticed they’d arrived.
How embarrassing...
Would Lin Yu think she was an idiot?
When a girl starts caring about what a boy thinks of her, it usually means she’s fallen for him.
Lin Yu pinched Ye Mengfu’s nose playfully and chuckled.
"What’s with the apologies? Between us... you don’t need to keep saying sorry."
Ye Mengfu felt even more flustered.
"R-right... sorry—I mean, not sorry!"
Stammering through her words, her face turned an even deeper shade of red.
With zero dating experience, Ye Mengfu had no idea how to act around a boy.
Watching her flustered reactions, Lin Yu found her utterly adorable.
Many people in relationships, when faced with an inexperienced partner,
think, "I’ll teach them everything they don’t know."
Only later do they realize—
what captivated them most was that initial innocence, like a blank canvas.
Once they start understanding, the dream fades.
Lin Yu looked at Ye Mengfu and asked,
"If anyone should apologize, it’s me."
"Our first date ended up being like this."
"But... Saturday!"
"If you’re free this Saturday, could I have another chance to take you out? Just the two of us?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
A real one-on-one date!
Just like in her favorite comics.
And then...
They’d find a quiet spot.
Hug, kiss... and what if Lin Yu wanted to...
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your bold romantic invitation has set your beloved’s heart racing, conjuring images straight out of a romance comic!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "???"
What on earth was Xiao Fu Fu, red as a ripe apple, imagining now?
He just meant a simple outing—nothing indecent!
["Images straight out of a romance comic"]?
Was she picturing them like those manga couples?
He wondered just what kind of comics she’d been reading...
The silence stretched for nearly a minute.
Finally.
Ye Mengfu, as if making the most important decision of her life, gave a firm nod.
"Mm, I... I can do that."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Those comics must’ve been way beyond PG-13!
Though it was said to be an undefended delicate physique,
no one mentioned relying entirely on self-pedagogy.
This is just...
way too considerate!
Lin Yu, quite excited, led Ye Mengfu inside to purchase the specified snacks.
...
Meanwhile,
the sister duo of Chi Qingshui and Chi Qingchi
were standing in line in front of a fried chicken rib shop.
Xiao Chi muttered under her breath:
"Sis, you... you have to believe me."
"I absolutely didn’t drink. If I really had, there’s no way I could’ve escaped your nose."
Chi Qingshui looked at her sister’s earnest expression and decided not to press further.
Not far from them,
three male college students carrying beer bottles
were strolling leisurely through the crowd.
Of course,
they weren’t the "quirky sight" of drinking while walking.
Instead,
each of them was holding a bundle of old-style Da Yan beer tied together with plastic rope.
Among them, a short, dark-skinned chubby guy
would close his eyes and take a deep whiff whenever he passed by a girl.
Then—
"Purple dress girl... laundry detergent is Diao brand, antibacterial compound formula, fabric softener also Diao brand, fruity wood scent!"
"White T-shirt aunt... laundry detergent is Walch, natural wood scent, no fabric softener!"
"High-heeled lady... Blue Moon classic hand-wash laundry detergent, fabric softener is Lenor Master Perfume!"
"..."
Beside him,
a tall, lanky guy—at least 6'1"—
wearing a No. 24 Lakers jersey,
couldn’t help but scoff at the chubby guy’s detailed analysis:
"Bro Gou, I seriously don’t buy it!"
"You’re just making this up, aren’t you?"
"Come on, sniff me then!"
The chubby guy, nicknamed "Dog Bro," snorted dismissively:
"You’re not even liquid... Tide in, stains out."
The tall guy: "..."
Damn, he actually got it right!
The third guy, average height and build with a standard college-boy buzz cut, chuckled between them:
"See, Skinny? Convinced now?"
"Dog Bro’s family has run a laundromat for years—they even opened a branch now!"
"As he puts it, anyone who walks past him..."
"he can sniff out every detail about their laundry routine."
"A veritable... laundry bloodhound!"
The so-called Dog Bro, smug, joined the line at the fried chicken rib shop.
Suddenly, his nose twitched.
"Now this is rare—Viva 28 lavender-scented detergent, Green Umbrella rose-scented softener... damn!"
"Not many folks in Pingchuan use these two—fresh, healthy, affordable yet effective!"
As his two buddies listened to Dog Bro’s bragging,
the two girls ahead of them in line suddenly turned around...
"Isn’t that... Chi Qingshui, Chi Qingchi?"
"No way, twins?!"
"Hey, hey!"
"Class prez!"
"..."
The three guys, recognizing their classmates—the twin sisters—immediately greeted them in their usual unserious manner.
Even the beer bottles in their hands instinctively rose a few centimeters.
Chi Qingshui’s expression flickered with slight discomfort before quickly settling back into calm.
Well, they were already here.
She’d mentally prepared for running into acquaintances beforehand.
But she still didn’t want to let Lin Yu down.
Running into student council members would’ve been one thing,
but of course, it had to be their classmates right off the bat!
"Gou Feng, Gao Yumin, Zhao Bin, hello."
Chi Qingshui called out greetings in a formal, roll-call manner.
Luckily, it wasn’t time for the group to assemble for a meal yet…
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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, 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?"
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.”
