Lin Yu simply leaned against the headboard, resting his hands behind his head, content to listen to the conversation between the two.
At the same time, he wondered just how long it would take for the Queen of Dirty Jokes to notice his presence.
"Ugh!"
"I thought you two had already gone at it like rabbits in heat!"
"Nothing’s even happened yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"..."
"Alright, alright, you’re not in a hurry."
"Speaking of Dayu, he’s showering right now, so he can’t talk to you."
"As for how good he is, your dear wife will test him out for you first!"
"Hahaha, you’re making me drool just thinking about it!"
"..."
"Look at you, getting all worked up again."
"It’s not like I’m the one chasing after Dayu—he’s the one who can’t resist me."
"He tricked me into his room, saying his pet rabbit could do a handstand."
"And then he started getting handsy—ugh, he almost made me moan."
"..."
"Hahaha, what can you do besides rage helplessly?"
"Just focus on minding the shop. He’s coming out now~ I’m hanging up."
"..."
After saying that last line, Huang Feirong quickly switched to the QQ voice chat interface, grinning mischievously as she ended the call.
She then swiftly returned to the game screen and started typing in the chat box.
Even without looking, it was obvious she was trash-talking Sister Antique with wild abandon.
Less than thirty seconds later, a "shake" notification popped up on the QQ chat window.
After two aggressive shakes, another voice call came through.
"Ahahaha—"
The room echoed with the Queen of Dirty Jokes’ unrestrained laughter.
Naturally, she deliberately hung up again, just to stir the pot.
Almost immediately, Huang Feirong’s phone, lying on the bed, started ringing.
Only then did Lin Yu realize her phone had been right beside him the whole time.
Huang Feirong took off her headphones and smoothly rolled her computer chair over to the bed, looking completely at ease.
"Ahahaha—hic!"
That’s when she finally noticed Lin Yu, who had somehow appeared in the room without her realizing.
Judging by his expression, he’d been there for a while.
Huang Feirong stared at the ringing phone on the bed, unsure whether to pick it up.
Her mind racing, she blurted out:
"Dayu, how much of that did you hear?"
Lin Yu: "..."
How could she be so calm?
How could she casually gossip about him being horny and ready to "punish" her on the spot, then act like nothing happened?!
For the first time, Lin Yu realized—
When it came to mental fortitude, he was still an amateur.
Only after the call went unanswered did Lin Yu finally speak up, feigning curiosity:
"Feirong-jie, tell me—should I start with your hands or your feet?"
"Can you really moan from just a touch? Turn into a motion-sensor faucet?"
Huang Feirong whooshed as she snatched up her phone, slowly rolling her chair back toward the desk in retreat.
At the same time, she forced an awkward laugh:
"It was just a joke, Dayu—you know me."
"I’m what they call… all talk, no action."
Lin Yu planted his foot on the chair leg, pretending to be shocked:
"Feirong-jie, don’t say things like that—how would I know?"
"It’s not like we’ve ever played any piston games."
At that exact moment, Lin Yu’s phone rang.
The caller? None other than Shen Buyao!
Did she really not know what her best friend was like?
She’d taken the bait so obviously, even to the point of calling on WeChat video to confirm.
Talk about lust-addled judgment!
Then again…
Maybe she wasn’t that sharp to begin with.
Speaking of lacking smarts—
This video call reminded Lin Yu of Shen Jiuyi’s assessment of Yaoyao.
And speaking of Shen Jiuyi…
They still had a stargazing date tonight!
Beep—
The video call connected.
Lin Yu adjusted the camera angle to capture both himself and Huang Feirong.
"Damn you, Lin Yu, have you two… eaten yet?"
On screen, Shen Buyao was clearly still at the shop.
Even in this awful weather, she was still keeping it open.
This line of work really wasn’t easy.
Her tone made it obvious—food was not what she’d meant to ask about.
Lin Yu cut straight to the chase:
"Were you hoping to catch us in bed?"
Huang Feirong waved cheerfully, playing it cool:
"Too bad~ My darling hubby’s at Ghost Market Street right now."
"By the time you get back, I’ll already be showing!"
Lin Yu: "..."
He’d figured it out—
As long as there was a third person around, Huang Feirong’s trash-talking went nuclear.
Shen Buyao threw two mock punches at the screen:
"Ugh, shut up! Like I’d… I’d actually be scared of that?"
"I just wanted to see… if I could catch the live show!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Her stammering, awkward attempt at a joke had I’m totally bothered written all over it.
"Rongrong, get your ass back to Sister Qimeng’s room."
"I need to talk to this idiot Lin Yu alone—it’s serious."
Huang Feirong leaned in, pretending to nudge Lin Yu’s shoulder.
In reality, she didn’t even come close.
"What’s so secret? Can’t I listen?"
"Hehe, unless you two are planning to… talk naked?"
Huang Feirong licked her lips, continuing to mentally pressure Shen Buyao.
Seeing Shen Buyao ready to punch the camera again, Huang Feirong wisely stood up.
She logged out of her game and social accounts, reluctantly leaving Lin Yu’s room.
Before going, she reminded him not to delete her game progress—
The week’s forecast predicted rain five out of seven days.
Who knew? Maybe she’d be back tomorrow to mooch some gaming time.
…
Only after Huang Feirong left and Lin Yu closed the door did he pick up the phone again.
"Alright, no one else here now. We can get naughty."
Shen Buyao scoffed:
"Ugh, you’re impossible. I actually have something important to discuss. Unlike you, with your ulterior motives!"
Lin Yu cut in:
"Don’t slander me—my motives are pure. Just some sweet talk, a little romance."
If he’d been this blunt with the other girls in the apartment, his likability would’ve tanked.
But with the bold, no-nonsense Sister Antique—
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—flirtatious words leave your Dao Companion fantasizing!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Just as Lin Yu expected, the system gave the most direct feedback.
Cheerful, straightforward Sister Antique hated beating around the bush.
Saying exactly what he meant?
The best approach!
…
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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?
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
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
