The Indescribable Dream and the Pragmatic Lao Wang

"Ah?"

"Oh..."

"What I said sounds like song lyrics, but it's not."

"It's just... some dreams that can't be described..."

"So!"

"It's really not what you said! I wouldn’t have any bad feelings just because you beat me!"

Maomao explained rather excitedly, her words firm and resolute.

Lin Yu, however: "..."

To prove she wasn’t petty, she ended up confessing to having a wet dream?

This move was on par with Sanmao, Nezha, or the Calabash Brothers...

What grown adult would do something like this?

Lin Yu seized the moment to ask:

"So, you had a wet dream with me as the male lead?"

Maomao stiffened, hesitating:

"Did... did I just say that?"

"How... how did you know?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Holding hands, an indescribable dream.

What else was anyone supposed to think?

Were they holding hands to debug network issues?

Lin Yu took two steps forward, closing the distance between them:

"On the gas stove?"

Maomao’s eyelid twitched: "Of course not!"

Lin Yu: "Then it was on the bed?"

Maomao lowered her head, speechless, and bolted toward the apartment.

Truly cat-like.

Always darting around, never staying still.

Lin Yu didn’t chase after her.

This was reality, not a dream.

He couldn’t push too hard—he had to be strategic.

Given Maomao’s life experience and her mental processing power,

this kind of unprecedented data stream was simply too much for her to handle.

She needed time to process it, step by step.

Of course,

there was another reason he didn’t follow her.

In his hand, he held humanity’s greatest invention of the new century:

A phone!

He opened OICQ...

or rather, its upgraded version, QQ.

Lin Yu pulled up Maomao’s chat window and started typing rapidly:

「Lin Yu: Why are you running away again? At your age, having dreams is totally normal! Why are you so shy at your big age?」

「Lin Yu: Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.」

「Lin Yu: So, could you mop the lobby floor, take out the trash on the first floor, water the plants on the balcony, and wipe down the glass in the storage room?」

In 2014, QQ wasn’t completely dead yet.

But with WeChat’s rapid rise, fewer and fewer people used QQ as their main messaging app.

Sending a message often went unanswered.

But when it came to Maomao, Lin Yu wasn’t worried.

The internet-savvy girl would definitely see it.

"Ding."

Sure enough.

Within a minute, Maomao replied.

「Maomao: Okay, sure.」

「Maomao: Is this blackmail?」

Lin Yu grinned, flashing his teeth.

Now she suddenly gets it?

She’s got it all figured out.

「Lin Yu: Do I seem like that kind of person?」

「Lin Yu: The little monster in your heart is just the result of excess energy.」

「Lin Yu: I’m giving you some physical labor to do—carry some bricks, and with your hands full, you won’t have any left to hold mine!」

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! Your novel suggestion leaves your junior disciple in awe, further deepening their admiration for you!]

[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]

「Maomao: Alright, then I misunderstood. I’ll go do it now.」

「Maomao: Remember to keep it a secret. Thanks.」

And she even thanked him!

Waking up in the morning, Lin Yu once again felt how great it was to have juniors in the sect.

Plenty of free time to focus on his own things.

All the tedious sect chores? Just hand them off to the juniors.

Not only do they do it, they do it willingly.

...

After leaving the apartment with his backpack,

following the agreed time with Big Lao Wang,

Lin Yu arrived at another two-story detached villa in the neighborhood.

Compared to the apartment, the floor space was naturally smaller.

But as an "entertainment center," it was more than enough.

When he reached the villa’s entrance, the door was already open.

Probably left ajar knowing Lin Yu was coming.

Before even stepping inside, he could hear lively chatter.

More than just two people—at least four or five voices.

Just as he’d guessed.

Walking into the first-floor hall, Lin Yu immediately spotted Wang Biao.

Beside him were three men and one woman, all around their thirties—clearly the "home renovation team."

He could tell because they’d brought a bunch of professional tools.

"Brother Biao, sorry to keep you waiting."

"I rushed over as soon as I got the call and freshened up."

Lin Yu greeted them warmly.

Wang Biao, seeing Lin Yu, enthusiastically stepped forward and clapped him on the shoulder:

"Hey, bro, you’re finally here."

"If you hadn’t shown up today, they wouldn’t have dared to start."

"Come on, the boss is here—let me introduce you..."

Wang Biao smoothly handled the introductions.

The group included the renovation company’s manager, designer, construction supervisor, and others.

For such a small job, they’d all shown up in full force—clearly out of respect for Wang Biao.

Lin Yu knew full well.

This wasn’t about his own face, but Wang Biao’s.

The reason for bringing Lin Yu here was simple.

For turning the villa into a party house—what style to choose, what equipment to install...

Though Lin Yu had casually left it to Wang Biao to decide,

Wang Biao was a straightforward guy who got things done.

Presenting multiple options and letting Lin Yu pick was the best approach.

The discussion went smoothly.

After Lin Yu shared his ideas and requirements, he left the budget to Wang Biao to handle.

If you’re asking someone for help, you’ve got to trust them fully.

Once the plan was settled, the renovation team’s manager took Lin Yu on a tour of each room.

They patiently explained the design for every space,

even showing Lin Yu the blueprints on a laptop.

Lin Yu hadn’t worked with any other companies,

but these people gave off a trustworthy vibe.

Again, the principle stood:

If you trust someone, don’t doubt them.

Since he’d asked Big Lao Wang for help, he owed him a favor—so he had to show full confidence.

After about an hour with the renovation team, Wang Biao pulled Lin Yu aside for a private chat.

"Yu, what do you think?"

"These folks are solid—I found you reliable people, so don’t worry. If anything goes wrong, you won’t even need to step in—I’ll handle it myself!"

Wang Biao said this while handing Lin Yu an elegantly crafted tin box.

Lin Yu had noticed several similar boxes earlier—probably pastries from the packaging.

"Brother Biao, you’re helping me out, and now you’re giving me gifts? How can I accept this?"

"I’ve got plans today, but next week, let’s pick a time that works for you—I owe you a meal."

Lin Yu waved his hands, too embarrassed to take it.

But Wang Biao shoved it into his hands, grumbling:

"Stop with the damn formalities—we’re brothers!"

Lin Yu: "..."

...

(Second update for today, more to come later~)