After Lin Yu finished speaking,
Tang Yimian showed no surprise at all.
Instead, she nodded repeatedly with a smile:
"Maomao can come with us, no problem."
"She actually approached me to discuss it privately before returning to her room earlier."
"What a thoughtful and polite girl—so adorable!"
Lin Yu: "???"
Maomao had sought her out privately after learning they’d be traveling with her senior?
So her emotional intelligence was always on point… except when dealing with him?
At least it saved Lin Yu the trouble of explaining.
"Senior, Maomao and I will be waiting for you at the gate on time."
"I’ve prepared everything on the checklist you sent me."
"For this three-hour trip to the West Suburb Zoo, I’ll cooperate fully."
"Don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything I can do."
Tang Yimian clenched her fists excitedly in front of her chest:
"Thank you, Junior Lin Yu! I hope you’ll enjoy it too. I’ll go pack my bag now!"
……
8:45 AM.
The trio arrived punctually at the entrance of Pingchuan Tenth Primary School.
At that moment,
by the door of a 55-seater bus,
a girl in a blue-and-white tracksuit was directing the arriving students to board and find their seats according to their numbered tags.
During the taxi ride, Lin Yu and Tang Yimian had "talked" the entire way.
Of course,
it mostly consisted of her endlessly detailing the specifics of today’s summer camp outing.
But thanks to Tang Yimian’s meticulous explanations,
Lin Yu, an outsider, now had a thorough grasp of the situation.
The participants were students from two of Tang Yimian’s third- and fourth-grade classes who had voluntarily signed up.
With 45 children in total, one bus was enough.
For two experienced teachers, managing a bus full of kids wouldn’t be too difficult.
The problem was, Tang Yimian was a young teacher.
And her partner was a rookie who had just graduated a month ago.
No wonder Tang Yimian was so nervous.
After getting out of the taxi, Tang Yimian handed Lin Yu and Maomao red vests printed with "Tenth Primary School."
Lin Yu’s fit perfectly.
As for Maomao’s…
Lin Yu: "Pfft!"
Maomao looked down at the vest that barely reached above her knees: "…"
Paired with her striking hair color,
she looked like some aloof delinquent girl… crouching on the ground!
Too ridiculous!
Tang Yimian frowned apologetically:
"Sorry, Maomao. Since I only found out you were coming last minute, I didn’t have a vest prepared for you. This is the only spare we have. Mine is the yellow one for teachers, so I can’t swap with you. I’m really sorry…"
And so it began—
Elder Tang’s endless stream of apologies!
Lin Yu quickly pulled Maomao forward and said,
"It’s fine! She looks adorable, doesn’t she?"
"Besides, it’s Maomao’s fault for suddenly insisting on joining."
Maomao immediately bowed formally:
"I should be the one apologizing, Sister Tang. I’ve caused you trouble."
Tang Yimian waved her hands frantically, straightening Maomao up:
"No, no! You’re my younger sister—no need to apologize. Taking care of you is my responsibility…"
Just then,
the sporty teacher who had been organizing the students approached them.
She wore a neat high ponytail and had a sharp, slender face.
Her most distinctive feature was a tiny beauty mark above her left eye.
The sporty teacher stopped in front of them and… smiled.
Just smiled.
Maomao: "…"
Lin Yu: "…"
That’s it?
No words?
She looked like she was about to greet them,
but then just stood there silently!
Lin Yu’s instincts screamed—
This woman… is trouble.
To break the awkwardness, Lin Yu introduced himself first:
"Hello, teacher. I’m Lin Yu, and this is my friend Maomao."
"On the way here, Senior kept referring to you as ‘Xinran.’ May I know your full name?"
The sporty teacher shook his hand with a smile:
"My surname is Fan (first tone). Fan Xinran."
Lin Yu: "???"
Instantly,
his brain went into overdrive.
Fan? As in "flip"? Or "sail"?
Was this some obscure surname?
Or…
"Teacher, do you mean ‘Fan’ with a first tone, or is your surname ‘Fan’?"
Lin Yu tested carefully.
Tang Yimian opened her mouth to explain, but the sporty teacher added:
"Fan as in ‘fan xian.’"
Lin Yu: "…"
Now he was sure—it was her accent!
Fan… Xian…
"Oh!!"
"Fang as in ‘direction’? Fang Xinran, Teacher Fang?"
Lin Yu had an epiphany.
Fang Xinran finally nodded:
"Zhen shi (That’s correct)."
Lin Yu: "…"
He had no idea where this accent came from.
Her enunciation was crisp, yet her pronunciation was so off.
"Jie, I just realized on the way here that I left my hat in the dorm."
Tang Yimian gently took off her cap and placed it on Fang Xinran’s head:
"It’s fine. This is just a summer outing—no need to be too formal. Wear mine."
Fang Xinran didn’t refuse. After adjusting the cap, she glanced at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu chimed in:
"Forgetting things happens to everyone. I do it all the time."
Immediately,
Fang Xinran said in an eerily calm tone:
"Among Alzheimer’s patients… five percent are young people."
Maomao: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Fang Xinran: "Luckily, I’m not one of them."
Maomao: "…"
Lin Yu: "???"
Wait… sis?
Are you for real right now?
That one sentence nearly sent Lin Yu into an existential crisis.
For a second, he thought he’d accidentally touched on a sensitive topic.
Before he could recover,
Fang Xinran suddenly slumped, as if all energy had drained from her:
"That joke… was very… very lame, wasn’t it…"
Her expression wasn’t acting—
The sheer dejection radiating from her was palpable.
It was like her entire being had dimmed.
"Haha, witty! A dry sense of humor—took me a second to get it."
Lin Yu hurriedly played along to avoid further awkwardness.
"Really?!"
"Lin Yu, you actually found my joke funny?"
Fang Xinran did a complete 180, lighting up instantly.
Lin Yu: "Of course… I did!"
He really should’ve studied exorcism.
His ability to "revive" people’s spirits was top-tier.
Tang Yimian seized the opportunity:
"Should we board the bus first? We should do a headcount."
"The ride will take about half an hour—we can chat more on the way."
Lin Yu suddenly felt his ears were in for a rough time…
Between a chatterbox senior and a deadpan jokester,
this bus ride was going to be a long one.
……
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
