A densely packed spreadsheet appeared on the screen.
The tiny text and data were too cluttered for Lin Yu to read clearly, but the title stood out unmistakably.
It was Mo Shangying’s medical examination report!
As the document opened, the pages automatically scrolled, displaying one after another.
Lin Yu had seen plenty of medical reports before, but a 40-page one? That was a first.
What kind of tests were these?
A full 360-degree, no-blind-spot body scan?
How absurd!
"Little Yu, for the sake of our mutual health," Mo Shangying began, "it’s necessary to conduct a physical checkup before our one-time collaboration."
"This is my report from last week. If you don’t feel like reading it, I can summarize it for you."
"Aside from cold extremities and a weak spleen and stomach, I’m in perfect health."
"I just booked you an appointment at the same hospital. You can go anytime two days before Thursday—just bring your ID."
"The bill’s already covered. All you need to do is show up."
Professional. Damn professional.
A girl who could casually bypass cybersecurity clearly took safety seriously.
But if she was so worried about diseases, why not just take the most straightforward, time-saving approach like everyone else?
Lin Yu couldn’t help but ask, "Ying’er, let me ask—"
"If you’re this cautious, why still…?"
"Most people would just carry an umbrella to avoid getting sick from the rain, right?"
"But your approach is to figure out how to not get sick after getting drenched?"
Mo Shangying, despite being a complete novice, flashed a grin worthy of a seasoned veteran.
"Little Yu, be honest with me—why is your mindset so different from most men?"
"I’ve researched this extensively, even tracing it back to primal instincts—male conquest and territorial behavior."
"Isn’t this what you’d prefer?"
"My thinking is simple: Who would want their first—and possibly only—experience to be with an umbrella?"
Her offhand remark struck a nerve.
As a true veteran, Lin Yu’s first instinct was always safe driving—protecting himself at all costs.
But being schooled by this "pseudo-theory expert" somehow stirred something primal in him.
Noticing Mo Shangying’s scrutinizing gaze, Lin Yu quickly deflected.
"Fair point. But Ying’er, how much did this ultra-detailed checkup even cost?"
Mo Shangying replied casually, "Just an annual thing. I wanted it thorough—18,800."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Holy hell.
18,800 for a checkup?
Were they inspecting every single cell?
No wonder.
In his past life, he’d missed out on this hidden sugar mama right beside him.
And now, in this life… their relationship was accelerating way too fast.
Lin Yu snapped back to reality. "Wait, what about my checkup?"
Mo Shangying spun her chair. "Oh, yours was 238."
Lin Yu blinked. "...238 yuan?"
She nodded. "Yep. Just blood, urine, and the basic STD panel. No need to waste money."
Lin Yu: "..."
Reasonable.
Practical.
Coldly efficient.
As someone who played the field, he knew exactly how crucial those tests were.
Not just a sugar mama—a frugal one at that.
First Chi Qingchi, now Mo Shangying.
These two had thoroughly shattered his stereotypes about certain types of women today.
Once they’d settled their agreement, Mo Shangying suddenly remembered.
"Oh, Little Yu—what was it you originally came here for?"
Her chaotic energy had thrown him so off-balance he’d nearly forgotten his actual errand.
Lin Yu explained that Aunt Qimeng was cooking downstairs and had invited her to join.
Mo Shangying agreed readily.
"Qi Meng’s too sweet. Designing her flower shop’s webpage took like 15 minutes."
"Let me finalize my World Cup bets, then we’ll head down."
Lin Yu perked up. "World Cup? What’s that about?"
Mo Shangying stared at him like he’d crawled out of a cave.
"Little Yu, you’re in college. How are you this clueless?"
"When people say ‘World Cup,’ they mean football. Obviously."
It clicked.
Summer 2014—the year of the FIFA World Cup.
Lin Yu wasn’t a football fan. The only match he’d ever watched fully was eight years later, when Messi finally completed his legacy.
He’d been dragged to a bar by coworkers, freezing his ass off until dawn.
His football knowledge began and ended with names like Messi, Ronaldo, Mbappé, and Neymar.
But 2014…
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Right!
This was 2014!
The year of insane upsets and historic heartbreaks.
You didn’t need to understand football—just having friends who did meant certain topics were unavoidable.
Like:
That one Asian team bulldozing into the semifinals via questionable refereeing;
Zidane’s headbutt;
Germany humiliating Brazil on their home turf;
Messi’s longing gaze at the trophy;
The birth of France’s speed demon;
Neymar’s dramatic flops;
And Lukaku’s tragic misses…
Honestly, he owed his football-obsessed coworkers for drilling these moments into his brain.
"Ying’er, what stage is the World Cup at now?"
"Who’s playing next, and when?" Lin Yu pressed urgently.
Mo Shangying leisurely pulled up a betting site.
"Now you care? Bit late for that."
"Semifinals are tonight—well, technically 4 AM tomorrow."
Lin Yu’s eye twitched.
"Semifinals… Germany vs. Brazil?"
Mo Shangying looked surprised.
"Exactly. See, you do know stuff."
"Shame my favorite, Neymar, got wrecked last match and can’t play."
"Ugh, I only guessed one quarterfinal right. Lost a fortune."
"No idea if Brazil can hold their own against Germany tonight."
"Can’t decide which team to bet on…"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
No amount of armor could save Brazil now.
In his limited football memory, this match stood out—Germany’s 7-1 annihilation of Brazil.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
