"What a coincidence, Brother Gou, Big Gao, Old Zhao!"
"Didn't go home for the break? Busy with the summer semester assignments?"
"Mengfu, these are my classmates."
Lin Yu greeted them familiarly, appearing unusually cheerful.
Ye Mengfu, hearing this, nodded nervously, struggling to stay composed:
"H-Hello everyone, I... I'm..."
Ye Mengfu desperately wanted to make a good impression, not wanting to embarrass Lin Yu in front of his classmates.
But her personality was just like this.
The more she panicked, the harder it was to string together a complete sentence.
Managing five words in one breath was already a miracle for her!
Lin Yu gently patted Ye Mengfu's arm, and she immediately shot him an apologetic glance.
But what she saw instead was Lin Yu's warm smile:
"Don’t be nervous, it’s fine."
Ye Mengfu’s trembling body and racing heart seemed to be injected with a dose of calm.
"I'm... Ye Mengfu."
The overly intimate interaction between the two once again stabbed painfully at Zhao Bin and Gao Yumin’s hearts.
Zhao Bin: "What a coincidence, Lin Yu! You’re something else—when did you secretly get such a pretty girlfriend?"
Gao Yumin: "Hey there, beautiful! We’re all classmates. This guy’s been hiding you well!"
Ye Mengfu pursed her lips and stole a glance at Lin Yu: "..."
Hearing others call her Lin Yu’s girlfriend, she couldn’t help but wonder how he would react.
Lin Yu...
Of course, he neither denied nor confirmed it, just chuckled as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Zhao Bin: "What’s up, Brother Gou? She’s saying hi to you!"
Gao Yumin: "Dumbass, don’t mind him, beautiful."
Dumbstruck...
He really was dumbstruck!
Stunned by the scent on Lin Yu!
Coincidence?
Was that even possible?
Anyone who believed this was a coincidence was a damn idiot!
Logically speaking... this kind of non-mainstream brand of laundry detergent and fabric softener wasn’t most people’s first choice.
Laundromats in Pingchuan wouldn’t mix them like this either.
Even if both parties happened to buy the same rarely sold detergent brand in Pingchuan...
What about the fabric softener? How do you explain that?
And the identical fragrance?
The odds of this happening were so low, you might as well go buy a lottery ticket!
There was only one truth...
They lived in the same place, used the same washing machine, and probably even washed their clothes together!
No...
Wait, damn it—three people!
[Ding!]
[Critical hit! The identical scent of incense shared with the Library Elder and the Bell Envoy of the Joyous Sect has left the members of the Infernal Fiend Squad utterly shaken!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "???"
Wait, what?
What kind of bizarre reward notification was this?
He even doubted if he’d heard wrong and replayed it in his head.
A few seconds later.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Gou Feng, whose family ran a laundromat!
Damn, was his nose really that sharp?
He could smell it?
In his past life, Lin Yu had only been casual classmates with their little gang.
He’d had no idea about Gou Feng’s "supernatural" ability.
If not for the system’s prompt, he’d never have guessed.
That the scent on his clothes would expose his living situation with the Chi sisters.
No...
That wasn’t entirely accurate.
Judging by Gou Feng’s reaction, he probably suspected something even more scandalous.
Did he have a crush on one of the Chi sisters?
Probably not.
In his past life, Lin Yu didn’t recall these three having any special interactions with them.
But their leader—Class President Shi Yanhai!
He’d always seemed particularly interested in Chi Qingshui.
The kind of interest that went beyond friendship—every guy could tell.
Even with their distant relationship, Lin Yu had sensed it.
Fine, fine.
Might as well let these gentlemen—these self-invited gentlemen—hurry off and spread the news!
Let’s make today’s gathering even more interesting.
"Brother Gou? Brother Gou!"
"Haha, what’s up? Has it only been a few days since break, and you don’t recognize me anymore?"
Lin Yu struck up the conversation, forcibly snapping Gou Feng out of his daze.
"Huh? I... damn!"
"Lin Yu, I zoned out for a sec. You’ve been doing well lately, huh?"
"Taking... the beauty here, where are you two headed?"
Gou Feng really didn’t want to say the word "girlfriend."
What right did Lin Yu have?
Except... for looking like a pretty boy.
Hiss.
Had Lin Yu gotten even handsomer and fairer since he last saw him?
Could it be that the Chi sisters... secretly liked this type too?
And were bold enough to... share one guy between the two of them?!
Gou Feng’s mind was already conjuring up an entire scandalous drama.
"What else would we do at Food Street, right? Just grabbing a bite."
"Let’s catch up another time. We’ve got friends waiting for us today."
"Sorry, we’ve gotta head out now."
Lin Yu’s demeanor was effortlessly smooth.
The three Infernal Fiend Squad members were left speechless.
Since when...
Had Lin Yu been this confident and talkative?
In class, he was practically a mute!
Did getting a girlfriend change his personality this much?
Or was it his pride acting up, forcing him to put on a cheerful front?
Otherwise...
How else could he have tricked such a great girl into dating him?!
Zhao Bin: "Alright, go ahead. We’ll grab something and head out too. Catch you later."
Gao Yumin: "So sweet. Congrats, man."
Gou Feng: "..."
Lin Yu waved and led Ye Mengfu away from the fried chicken stand.
The entire time, Ye Mengfu naturally hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
Just getting away from the scene was a huge relief for her.
As expected...
She really wasn’t cut out for interacting with guys other than Lin Yu.
This situation... was terrifying!
Lin Yu deliberately walked slowly, continuing to eavesdrop on the gang’s conversation.
Sure enough...
Not long after Lin Yu left.
Gou Feng couldn’t hold back his exaggerated outburst:
"Big news! The goddamn scoop of the century!"
Zhao Bin: "Jealous much?"
Gao Yumin: "Come on, I’m shocked too. Lin Yu actually landed such a cute, well-endowed girlfriend."
Gou Feng waved his hands frantically:
"That’s not it!"
"The laundry detergent... the fabric softener..."
Zhao Bin: "You shameless creep, sniffing a classmate’s girlfriend? What brand is it?"
Gao Yumin: "No way, I saw his nose twitching too."
Gou Feng grabbed their arms to stop their interruptions:
"Vitality 28 Lavender Fresh laundry detergent!"
"Green Umbrella Rose-Scented Softening fabric softener!"
"The smell on Lin Yu... is exactly the same as the Chi twins!"
"Identical!!"
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
