After the song ended,
Mo Shangying held her phone and glanced at Maomao sitting beside her:
"Crafty Maomao, everyone's QQ Zone posts got read out loud."
"Did you delete all your old posts? There's not a single one left?"
Maomao replied calmly:
"I’ve never posted anything."
For a moment,
the group exchanged surprised glances.
Only Xia Yiwei’s eyes held a trace of sympathy, though she didn’t voice the reason.
Lin Yu had also noticed Maomao’s empty QQ Zone.
Raised under "elite education," Maomao likely had little time for leisure.
Things like using QQ, posting updates, or writing blogs might have been entirely foreign to her.
Having guessed as much,
Lin Yu had deliberately avoided bringing it up.
Yet,
to his surprise, Ying'er was the one who broached the topic.
What shocked him even more was—
Mo Shangying blinked and asked curiously:
"Is posting updates illegal?"
The group: "???"
Maomao: "...No."
Mo Shangying: "Then what’s the problem? It’s never too late to try something new. How about your debut post?"
Under Mo Shangying’s earnest gaze, Maomao felt a sudden surge of energy.
Hesitantly, she picked up her phone and opened QQ Zone.
Then, she turned to Mo Shangying:
"What should I write?"
Mo Shangying shrugged her slender shoulders:
"How should I know? Just say whatever’s on your mind."
"It’s your space—what you write there…"
"is entirely up to you!"
Maomao’s eyes flickered, unconsciously drifting toward Xia Yiwei.
Xia Yiwei smiled brightly and nodded, gesturing as if to say, "Go ahead."
Lowering her head, Maomao cradled her phone, thought for a moment, and slowly began typing…
At the dinner table,
everyone simultaneously refreshed their feeds, searching for the latest update from their friend.
The anticipation was palpable!
"Tonight’s dinner was delicious."
Just as Maomao was about to post the words, she hesitated and edited them again…
Soon,
a new update appeared in everyone’s feeds:
"Maomao (cat avatar)"
"Tonight’s dinner was wonderful."
Within mere seconds,
notifications—something Maomao’s phone had never displayed before—began lighting up.
+1 +2 +3…
Lin Yu noticed an unfamiliar joy flicker across Maomao’s usually composed face.
Her expression resembled that of "a little girl receiving her first gift."
Maomao turned to Mo Shangying and said:
"Ying'er, thank you. You’re a kind and easygoing person."
Mo Shangying: "Uh…"
Lin Yu then observed an unfamiliar discomfort flash across Ying'er’s cheerful face.
Her expression mirrored that of "a rival admitting, 'Out of everyone, you understand me best.'"
The group could sense that if the dinner continued like this,
it would become one of those rare, heartwarming moments in the apartment.
But the ladies had no idea…
Their peaceful evening was possible only because someone else was about to shoulder the storm.
[Ding!]
[Crisis Alert: The leader and all members of the Blazing Sea Demonic Cult have appeared nearby. The group’s location has been exposed. Host, remain vigilant and eliminate the threat promptly!]
Hearing the system’s warning,
Lin Yu casually downed the last of his wine.
Tch.
It was bound to happen sooner or later.
Time to shake off the melancholy and warmth—
and bring on something far more thrilling!
Lin Yu could already hear Shi Yanhai and his gang exchanging expletive-laden chatter nearby.
......
"Old Gou, don’t you dare screw with me about Qingshui!"
"I’m dead serious. If you’re lying, tell me now."
"Or if things go south later, we’re done as brothers!"
A guy in a color-block T-shirt, athletic shorts, and designer sneakers
glared at Gou Feng, demanding answers.
Gou Feng clapped his hands, even more earnest:
"I’d be your son if I lied!"
"The scent was identical!"
"Have I ever been wrong before?"
Zhao Bin gasped:
"Bro, look at that huge table—holy crap!"
"Not just our class’s twins, but a whole squad of stunners!"
"Has Lin Yu gotten into some shady business lately?"
"One guy with… a pack of women? They…"
Before he could finish,
Shi Yanhai elbowed him sharply, scowling:
"He’s shady?"
"And the women eating with him? What’re you implying?"
"That they’re all shady too?"
Zhao Bin rubbed his chest, wincing:
"Oww, that’s not what I meant!"
"Bro, getting mad at us won’t help!"
"Big Gao! Hey, Big Gao!"
"Say something, man!"
Noticing Gao Yumin spacing out, Zhao Bin tugged his sleeve.
Gao Yumin murmured dreamily:
"Guys… I think I’m in love again."
"Who’s that girl in traditional dress? She’s… she’s my exact type!"
"Shouldn’t we… go over there?"
"Yanhai, didn’t you want answers? Let’s move!"
Shi Yanhai: "..."
Zhao Bin: "..."
Gou Feng: "..."
After living together for so long,
the trio instantly recognized Gao Yumin’s… condition.
His towering height and lean frame did attract certain girls.
Among their four-man squad,
Gao Yumin had the most dating experience—even more than Shi Yanhai.
Shi Yanhai had no time to mock the overgrown horndog.
But one thing Gao Yumin said was right—
Speculating about why Lin Yu was dining with Qingshui
was a waste of breath.
If this was just a chance encounter between classmates,
and Qingshui had joined Lin Yu’s table,
then given his history with her, she wouldn’t refuse him either!
Even without a solid plan,
Shi Yanhai stubbornly declared:
"Let’s go. We were just picking a place to eat anyway—today, it’s this one."
"Act natural. Play it off as a coincidence."
The moment he finished,
Gao Yumin grabbed a beer and charged ahead eagerly.
......
At the table of one man and eight women,
after hearing the Blazing Sea Demonic Cult’s approach, Lin Yu eagerly awaited their arrival.
After waiting forever,
they were finally here!
Soon, exaggerated greetings rang out:
"Hey? What a coincidence!"
"Just picking a random spot and running into classmates!"
"Yo, Lin Yu, fancy meeting you here!"
"......"
The forced chatter drew everyone’s attention.
......
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
