A corner of a university cafeteria brimming with nostalgic charm.
Chen Qimeng and Lin Yu sat side by side at the table.
She lowered her head, eating nervously, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Yu beside her.
Every time she looked over,
Lin Yu was leaning on the table, watching her with gentle attention.
"Xiao Yu, why aren’t you eating?" Chen Qimeng asked suspiciously.
Lin Yu smiled in response:
"It’s not as good as what you make."
The world in the dream was an intertwining of fantasy and reality.
Though both were university students,
Lin Yu’s words didn’t strike Chen Qimeng as odd—instead, they felt... sweet?
"After... class this afternoon, I’ll buy groceries and cook for you at home," Chen Qimeng replied.
But then Lin Yu suddenly took her hand, making her heartbeat race again.
"Sure. This time, will you soak your feet on the bed or the chair?"
At these words,
Chen Qimeng couldn’t bring herself to meet Lin Yu’s eyes.
Unconsciously, she rested her forehead against his shoulder:
"Xiao Yu, I’m much older than you. Don’t you...?"
Lin Yu stroked her silky hair:
"What does age matter? Do you really not like me at all?"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu cupped Chen Qimeng’s face, lifting it gently toward him.
Watching Lin Yu’s face draw closer, Chen Qimeng suddenly felt a wave of weightlessness.
...
Chen Qimeng jolted awake in bed.
"Xiao Yu! Don’t—!"
It took her a moment to realize where she was.
Rubbing her forehead, she let out a long sigh.
So it was just a dream?
No wonder Xiao Yu had appeared in her university.
How foolish.
Why would she have such a dream tonight?
Was it really because she’d been alone for too long?
She had long given up fantasies about men—wasn’t being alone just fine?
And besides,
how could it have been Xiao Yu!
It must have been because of what happened after she got home that night.
Chen Qimeng: "..."
Strangely,
after realizing it was a dream,
the frustration and embarrassment didn’t linger long.
Instead, a deep sense of loneliness and regret took their place.
If she were younger, like the other girls in the apartment, what kind of feelings would she have for Xiao Yu?
Chen Qimeng abruptly sat up: "!!!"
What on earth was she thinking just now?!
That was Xiao Yu.
They were only family.
And... they could only ever be family.
...
In the bedroom of the young artist Ye Mengfu,
the dream world was entirely different.
A drizzly city street, the temperature dropping suddenly.
Ye Mengfu had deliberately dressed lightly—a white-and-pink striped crop top and shorts that accentuated her figure and legs.
Standing in the fine rain without an umbrella,
she rubbed her arms and hands, blowing warm air into her palms to stave off the chill.
The contrast between cold and warmth made her breath visible in faint, misty puffs—so vivid and tangible.
"Xiao Fu."
The next moment,
a familiar voice called from behind.
Lin Yu, dressed in long sleeves and pants, quickly stepped in front of her.
With a scolding tone, he said:
"Why dress so lightly in this cold? What if you get sick?"
Ye Mengfu: "I’m sorr—"
Hearing his words, she instinctively started to apologize.
But then,
remembering Lin Yu had once told her they didn’t need apologies between them, she stopped herself.
Ye Mengfu lowered her head, wanting to tell Lin Yu
she’d dressed this way because... she thought he’d like it.
Yet even in the dream world, she wasn’t good at expressing herself.
Strangely,
Lin Yu was an astute partner.
"Xiao Fu, you dressed like this for me, didn’t you?"
Ye Mengfu shuddered.
Her entire body tensed in the rain.
No matter how cold the droplets were, they couldn’t extinguish the burning in her cheeks.
He... he noticed!
Lin Yu: "Thought I’d like it?"
Ye Mengfu: "..."
Immediately after,
Lin Yu’s warm jacket draped over Ye Mengfu’s shoulders,
wrapping her snugly within it.
At the same time,
his arms encircled her.
The moment she fell into his embrace,
the cold vanished instantly.
Warmth spread from her body straight to her heart.
Lin Yu: "Xiao Fu, are you an idiot?"
Ye Mengfu: "N-no, I’m not..."
Lin Yu whispered by her ear:
"The weather’s too bad for shopping now."
"Let’s find somewhere warm to chat... just the two of us. Okay?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Wasn’t this the kind of scene often seen in romance comics?
Young lovers caught in the rain.
And then...
A dimly lit room, white sheets, white blankets, white pillows...
Just a few soft strokes of the pen could capture the atmosphere of that little space.
Was this really about to happen to her?
And with Lin Yu, of all people...
Ye Mengfu peeked up at him.
Instantly, she met Lin Yu’s intense gaze.
Ye Mengfu: "Mm..."
The overcast sky,
as if responding to her answer,
parted slightly.
In a daze,
a golden beam of sunlight broke through,
illuminating the young couple.
...
5:30 a.m.
Lin Yu’s bedroom.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—secretly rendezvousing with your soul cultivation partner in a dream, engaging in sweet spiritual cultivation!]
[Reward: 100 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—your dream encounter left the acting sect leader lost in romantic fantasies!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu sat up in bed, his mind unusually clear.
He couldn’t help muttering:
"That’s it?"
"Both of you were so well-behaved even in dreams?"
"At least be a little bolder, a little wilder with me!"
After just a few hours of sleep,
Lin Yu made a startling discovery.
The upgraded Dreamwalk Technique now had a "shared dream" effect.
He could actively participate in the dream worlds of Chen Qimeng and Ye Mengfu.
However, at his current level, he couldn’t control the dreamscapes.
Whatever world they conjured, he simply appeared in it.
What amazed him was this:
The versions of him in their dreams were projections of his true consciousness.
His actions were entirely his own.
This was true dreamwalking!
Or rather, walking into dual "dreams."
The sheer exhilaration of the experience filled Lin Yu with immense anticipation for the Dreamwalk Technique’s potential.
If this was just the intermediate level, what about advanced?
And beyond that—was there a max level?
If he could enter the dreams of all his sect companions, freely shaping the dreamscapes without waking them...
Wouldn’t that make him omnipotent?
He’d truly become a "god" of the dream world!
...
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
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!
