Before long, the bus started moving towards the Western Suburb Zoo.
The thing Lin Yu had been worried about didn’t even get a chance to happen.
It had been a long time since he’d personally experienced the energy of elementary school students.
Especially kids around ten years old—they were just… well…
They were like falling into a pit of frogs!
"Teacher, can we drink the water in front of the seats?"
Tang Yimian: "Yes, those are prepared for you."
"Teacher, can we go to the bathroom on the way?"
Fang Xinran: "It’s only half an hour, we’ll be there soon. Didn’t you go when we organized the bathroom break earlier?"
"Teacher, Zhang Zihan took my chips!"
Tang Yimian: "No grabbing things. Give the chips back to Liu Zihan. And no eating on the bus—only drinking water is allowed."
"Teacher, can I watch my tablet for a bit?"
Fang Xinran: "No, put the tablet away. We’ll play some music for you later."
"Teacher, can I use my smartwatch on the bus?"
Tang Yimian: "Heh, better not."
"Teacher…"
"Teacher…"
"…"
Lin Yu had thought that, having been reborn in this life, he was past the age of impatience and could calmly handle anything.
However.
After just a few minutes on the bus.
His fists clenched an average of 6.8 times per minute.
It was like having a fishbone stuck in his throat, thorns at his back, needles under his seat…
At this point, he didn’t just understand Teacher Tang—he worshipped her!
What kind of mental fortitude did it take to face one bizarre question after another with a smile every single time?
Fortunately.
The chaos didn’t last too long. Once the music started playing, the kids gradually quieted down.
"When difficulties come your way~ raise your left hand high~"
"The left hand stands for direction~ it won’t bow to the fight~"
"…"
In an instant.
The bus was filled with the sound of children singing in unison.
Boys and girls alike, without a trace of shyness or hesitation.
Everyone was belting it out with gusto.
Lin Yu watched the scene…
Kids these days really were different from when he was young.
They lacked some of the strict discipline of "a stern teacher produces outstanding students,"
But they had more of that bold, confident, free-spirited energy.
"When you face a setback~ raise your right hand high~"
"The right hand stands for hope~ it won’t fret over strife~"
Lin Yu turned to his side: "???"
Maomao, hands braced on the seat, immediately looked back at him:
"Was I not supposed to sing?"
"Big Sister Tang said everyone should sing loudly."
"I thought we were all supposed to join in."
Maomao blinked innocently, just like the elementary schoolers, without a shred of embarrassment.
Sigh.
In that moment.
Lin Yu truly felt old.
No matter how many times he was reborn, he could never match Maomao’s pure, unfiltered enthusiasm.
Lin Yu replied:
"Of course you should sing along."
"I’m just surprised you sound so good."
Maomao: "Thanks. Then why aren’t you singing?"
Lin Yu: "This song isn’t really my style."
A gleam flashed in Maomao’s eyes: "Yu… do you not know the lyrics?"
Now.
A competitive spark lit up Maomao’s face.
Like she’d finally found a question she knew the answer to—but Lin Yu didn’t.
Tch.
Now his temper was flaring.
He wasn’t the combative type, but he refused to be looked down on by a baby-faced kid!
Lin Yu’s face reddened:
"When your hand holds mine tight~ we’ll feel our strength unite~"
"…"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your heavenly voice leaves the outer sect disciple stunned!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
Maomao smirked:
"Yu, you sing really well."
Lin Yu: "…"
Damn you, Maomao!
If the system knew that his first display of divine power after gaining his abilities…
Had been wasted on a nursery rhyme.
It might just revoke his skills out of sheer embarrassment and let them rot in the archives.
As he hummed along.
The little boy sitting in front of Maomao suddenly knelt on his seat and poked his head over:
"Which class are you in? I’ve never seen you before."
"Why are you wearing a teacher’s red vest? It’s way too big for you."
Lin Yu: "Pfft—"
Maomao: "…"
Seeing Maomao shrink down in silence.
The boy grew even more eager, reaching out his hand:
"Have you seen this? My mom bought me this smartwatch."
"It can play music and send messages to my mom."
"Wanna see?"
"But if you want to play with it, you have to tell me which class you’re in and your name."
Lin Yu was stunned.
Kids these days were something else. Seriously next-level.
Lin Yu, never one to pass up a chance to stir the pot, chimed in:
"Hey, kid, he’s asking you a question. Cat got your tongue?"
Maomao sighed and pulled out her phone, looking up at the boy:
"What’s your name?"
The boy’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the phone:
"Whoa, you have a phone?!"
"I’m Tan Haoxuan, Class 1, Grade 4."
Maomao quickly tapped away on her phone.
Lin Yu: "???"
No way.
This girl was taking overkill to new heights!
Using the Thirty-Six Heavenly Tactics… on a child?!
"Buzz, buzz!"
In less than half a minute.
The boy’s watch lit up, and he proudly announced:
"Look! My mom sent me a message… cool, right?"
But after reading the message, his head instantly vanished behind the seat.
Lin Yu couldn’t resist asking: "What did you send?"
Maomao replied calmly: "Nothing complicated. Just a message in his mom’s tone: 'Your teacher just told me you’re misbehaving on the bus?'"
Simple, yet brutally effective.
The half-hour bus ride.
Tang Yimian and Fang Xinran spent twenty of those minutes maintaining order.
Only in the last ten minutes.
Did they finally sit down to rest—one at the front, one at the back.
Tang Yimian, of course, came to the last row and sat beside Lin Yu and Maomao.
Lin Yu: "Senior, being an elementary school teacher is no joke. I really admire you."
Tang Yimian waved it off:
"Junior Lin Yu, you have no idea. This isn’t even the hard part. Once we get off the bus, the real battle begins. Sigh… enjoy this last moment of peace before the war."
Lin Yu reassured her:
"Don’t worry, Senior."
"Maomao and I will help you keep an eye on them."
"Not a single student will be left behind."
"You can…"
Before he could finish.
Soft, even breathing came from beside him.
She was asleep. Peacefully.
Lin Yu: "…"
Maomao: "Such an impressive skill!"
…
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
