In Shen Buyao's room, Lin Yu didn't chat with Wang Biao for too long.
Judging by Shen Buyao's expression, she clearly had something to say.
When Lin Yu put down his phone and looked over, she directly asked:
"Damn Lin Yu, what's your favorite color?"
Lin Yu widened his eyes in disbelief:
"Huh? Is this some kind of jargon or code I don’t understand?"
Shen Buyao tilted her head slightly:
"Nonsense! There’s no jargon or code here. It’s just a plain, ordinary question."
Lin Yu felt a little caught off guard.
It was like talking to an elementary school kid.
Still, he played along and answered: "Sky blue."
Shen Buyao: "I like white."
Lin Yu: "..."
Who asked you?
Shen Buyao continued: "What’s your favorite fruit?"
Lin Yu: "Grapes."
Shen Buyao: "I like blueberries."
Lin Yu: "I can tell. You’ve already eaten half of them after washing them."
Shen Buyao: "Then what’s your favorite song?"
Lin Yu: "Favorite song... Hmm..."
The question stumped him for a moment.
He didn’t have a fixed favorite singer or a song he particularly loved.
If it sounded good, regardless of the artist or genre, he’d add it to his playlist.
Lin Yu answered honestly:
"I don’t have a specific one, but I prefer ballads."
"I really liked the song you sang the other day, Actually, You Don’t Understand My Heart."
Shen Buyao immediately gave him a knowing look:
"Ohhh~ So you were eavesdropping on me singing while drinking!"
Lin Yu admitted without hesitation:
"I wasn’t eavesdropping. I listened openly."
Shen Buyao: "Tch~"
Lin Yu: "Sing it again for me?"
Shen Buyao: "In your dreams! You think I’ll sing just because you asked? I’d lose all my dignity!"
But the initiative had never been in Shen Buyao’s hands.
Lin Yu raised two fingers and declared:
"Decision made..."
"The second of the three things you promised me:"
"From now on, whenever I want to hear a song, you’ll sing for me."
A vein popped on Shen Buyao’s forehead:
"What the hell—"
"What kind of condition is this?"
"You think I’m some KTV hostess?"
"Sing on demand, and loud enough for you?"
Lin Yu emphasized:
"I won’t make you sing in public all the time."
"Let me add a condition..."
"This only applies when it’s just the two of us."
Shen Buyao’s expression shifted several times: "..."
Something felt off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
"Fine, since I already promised you."
Ahem, you better listen carefully!"
Lin Yu: "Ears are ready, ears are ready."
Despite her bold words, Shen Buyao felt awkward when it came time to actually sing.
Things like this might not have been embarrassing ten years ago.
Some things just feel more cringe the older you get.
And some things, the older you get, the bolder you become.
Clearing her throat, Shen Buyao leaned on her arm and softly sang:
"You say I’m like a cloud, elusive and unclear~ Actually, you don’t understand my heart~"
"You say I’m like a dream, distant yet near~ Actually, you don’t understand my heart~"
"You say I’m like a riddle, always hard to see~ Actually, I hide my true feelings with indifference~"
"..."
"(PS: Some people say this is just filler, but if you calm down and actually listen to each song while rereading the corresponding chapter, you’ll find something different.)"
Lin Yu listened intently.
He was genuinely surprised.
He had expected Shen Buyao to either half-heartedly mumble through it or brush him off with a laugh.
Instead, she sang seriously.
Was it really just because of that fortune-telling nonsense?
That whole "celestial loner" thing—did she actually believe it?
So much so that even Lin Yu found it surreal, as if he’d cast a spell on his antique sister.
Normally, if someone suddenly told you:
"Your birth chart matches perfectly with so-and-so; you two are destined to be together."
Would you just blindly follow them?
No way!
Yet seeing how drastically Shen Buyao had changed, it was hard to deny that something absurd had happened.
Even if he didn’t fully trust her, Lin Yu completely trusted the system’s judgment.
Hearing Shen Buyao sing the same song twice, Lin Yu sensed a shift in mood.
The first time,
it carried a lonely, detached elegance.
Like a hazy filter, Shen Buyao seemed as fleeting as a distant cloud.
But this time,
the glances she kept throwing his way
made her seem more like a girl tangled in bittersweet longing.
Sweet yet sour, sour yet bitter.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but think...
If the system kept this up, he might just pick up a few music skills and become a judge on The Voice of China.
...
Meanwhile, at dusk, in the male dormitory of Pingchuan University’s Film School.
Inside a four-person room with loft beds and study desks below,
three chairs were lined up, occupied by three shirtless guys sitting shoulder to shoulder.
Across from them,
sat a disheveled, scruffy, and pitiful-looking "class monitor," Shi Yanhai.
On the floor, at least twenty empty beer bottles lay scattered.
Shi Yanhai spoke with absolute certainty:
"Brothers, we’ve known each other for two years now."
"I swear I’ve never done anything shady to you!"
"I admit, once I got a little power, I might’ve shown off a bit in front of the girls."
"But let’s be real—what guy wouldn’t?"
"Given the chance, you’d probably outdo me."
Zhao Bin: "Stick to confessing your own sins. Don’t drag us into it!"
Gao Yumin: "Get to the point. Did you ever hit on Old Zhao’s crush?"
Gou Feng: "And how are you gonna treat us from now on?"
Ding!
Before Shi Yanhai could continue,
his phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
He grabbed it and glanced at the screen, then shut his eyes in despair.
"Damn it, bros, I’m done for!"
"Qingshui probably hates me now!"
The three exchanged glances and crowded around him,
half-concerned, half-amused:
"What did you do to her this time?"
"Spill it! You’ve been DMing her?"
"Yeah, at least let us help you figure it out!"
Shi Yanhai groaned weakly:
"Dog Brother said something about..."
"that bastard Lin Yu possibly living with Qingshui?"
"Let me be clear—I refuse to believe it!"
"So I thought, if I could get Qingshui’s address, I could check for myself."
"I sent her a message saying I bought some out-of-province strawberries and wanted to mail her some."
"But she replied..."
"Asking for a girl’s home address out of the blue is extremely rude."
"Damn it! I’m finished!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
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?"
