Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Brother Yu?
She even doubted her own ears—had she misheard?
Hadn’t Lv Rou always called Lin Yu by his full name?
Why the sudden, overly intimate nickname?
The game!
It must be Lv Rou playing tricks for the sake of the game.
Seeing Chi Qingshui’s stunned expression,
Lv Rou quickly added:
"What would you like to drink, Qingshui? My treat."
Chi Qingshui snapped out of it and was about to refuse,
but Lin Yu leaned in and whispered abruptly:
"Can you have ice on the sixth day?"
Chi Qingshui’s eye twitched: "!!!"
Lin Yu…
remembered her cycle?
For a moment,
the words of refusal died in her throat.
At the very least, if she drank with them, Lv Rou’s gesture wouldn’t seem like it was solely for Lin Yu.
Chi Qingshui nodded. "Rou Rou, get me an iced orange juice, please. I’ll transfer you the money. Thanks."
Lin Yu: "Iced cola, thanks."
Watching the two girls walk away,
Chi Qingshui’s heart grew even cloudier.
Truthfully,
after stepping out earlier, she had tried several ways to salvage the situation.
First,
she dug through old photos.
But she gave up after just a few minutes.
Rainy days and shopping—they just didn’t go together!
Who would even have such photos saved?
Second,
she tried taking new photos herself.
She snapped shots from several windows in the Wanda Plaza,
trying to capture generic scenery without obvious landmarks.
After taking over a dozen, she abandoned this approach too.
The surrounding commercial architecture didn’t resemble casual shopping spots at all.
One misstep, and she’d be pinned down to Wanda Plaza.
Third,
the riskiest option:
asking someone else to take photos.
Chi Qingshui’s first thought was her younger sister, Little Chi.
At the time, Little Chi was out at a club event.
But explaining without being too obvious was tricky.
If Lin Yu could confide in "Big Chi," his classmate and roommate,
why couldn’t "Little Chi," also his classmate and roommate, be a confidante?
What if they talked about it later?
Lin Yu might not know "Dreaming in the Rain" was her, but Little Chi would.
So Big Chi could only message Little Chi under the guise of a random check-in,
asking her to snap some photos of her surroundings to confirm her location.
No matter how the photos turned out,
Chi Qingshui silently resolved not to push for more, lest her sister grow suspicious.
From the moment she sent that impulsive message until now…
Little Chi hadn’t replied!
Chi Qingshui was fuming.
Beyond Little Chi,
she even considered asking her mom.
She sweetly messaged her, saying it was raining in Pingchuan and asking about the weather back home.
Her mom obliged, sending a photo of the view outside…
Bright sunshine!
So,
after dragging things out for so long, Chi Qingshui returned utterly defeated.
And then, upon hearing the dreaded "Brother Yu,"
her mood sank even further.
……
Ten minutes later,
the movie finally began.
Though not the final release version, the main storyline remained largely unchanged.
Told through flashbacks, the film followed the male lead, Chen Xun’s memories,
interweaving his love story with the female lead, Fang Hui.
The first half focused on their high school days.
Since most of the audience were college students,
many of them couples, ambiguous pairs, or classmates harboring crushes…
the lighthearted scenes drew frequent reactions—gasps, laughter, and murmurs of "Aww."
The most "froggy" moment came during a scene in the school infirmary.
Fang Hui, after Chen Xun secretly wrote "Fang Hui likes Chen Xun" on the blackboard,
became the class joke and cried all morning, ending up in the infirmary with low blood sugar.
[Infirmary scene.]
Chen Xun: "Do you like me or not? Just answer yes or no."
Fang Hui: "…"
Chen Xun: "Yes or no?"
Fang Hui avoids eye contact: "…"
The medic, unintentionally playing wingman: "Student, Class 1, Grade 1—are you Fang Hui?"
Chen Xun (whispering insistently): "Yes or no?"
Fang Hui: "…"
Medic (urging): "Well? Are you or not?"
Chen Xun (still whispering): "Yes or no?"
Fang Hui: "Yes."
With that one word,
the film’s palette shifted from cool tones to warm hues.
The audience’s "Awws" crescendoed.
The selected viewers were highly engaged, making the first half’s atmosphere lively.
The "succubus duo," having been lectured by Lin Yu earlier,
didn’t disturb him at all during the movie.
The two girls were remarkably carefree—
even after what happened, they were still engrossed in the film.
When the story reached their college years, the cheerful vibe faded,
replaced by anguished melodrama.
After Chen Xun and Fang Hui broke up,
Fang Hui, in a fit of spite, threw herself away,
giving her "first time" to a scumbag from Chen Xun’s dorm.
The tragic tone peaked here,
casting a heavy pall over the theater.
Chi Qingshui clenched her paper cup.
For some reason, this plotline left her feeling suffocated.
Wasn’t the real scumbag Chen Xun?
He couldn’t say no to outgoing girls, neglecting the quiet, reserved Fang Hui.
Years of affection, tossed aside in an instant.
He even moved in with a new flame almost immediately.
Only when Fang Hui had an unplanned pregnancy and went for an abortion did he reappear, sharing in her pain.
If he hadn’t emotionally cheated from the start…
"Scumbag!"
Chi Qingshui couldn’t help muttering.
Lin Yu caught every word.
Seizing the chance, he asked:
"Are you talking about the male lead, Chen Xun, or that lucky bastard?"
Chi Qingshui hadn’t expected Lin Yu to hear.
Caught off guard, she flustered slightly.
But her answer was brutally honest:
"Both."
Lin Yu nodded approvingly, then asked with faux innocence:
"Oh~"
"Playing devil’s advocate—was Fang Hui completely blameless?"
Chi Qingshui hesitated but answered calmly, without rising to the bait:
"Her only mistake was being reckless with herself. That’s the only thing she did wrong."
Lin Yu’s eyes lit up.
Leaning closer, he pressed:
"So, Big Chi, you also think a girl’s first time should be with the boyfriend she loves, right?"
Chi Qingshui looked at Lin Yu: "!!!"
Was his question really this bold?
Given the movie’s context, it made sense.
But… "the boyfriend she loves"?
Her gaze at Lin Yu shifted subtly,
as if the question was probing her soul.
Chi Qingshui: "I think…"
Lin Yu: "Just answer yes or no."
Chi Qingshui: "…"
Lin Yu: "Yes or no?"
Chi Qingshui: "…"
Lin Yu: "Yes, or no?"
Chi Qingshui: "Yes."
In an instant,
the space around Chi Qingshui seemed draped in a warm, golden glow.
The brightest light fell precisely upon the seats where she and Lin Yu sat.
...
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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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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?"
