Around ten in the morning.
Pingchuan City Convention and Exhibition Center.
A light drizzle began to patter from the sky.
Lin Yu, who had anticipated the rain, held an umbrella as he walked Ye Mengfu across the intersection.
There was still half an hour before the exhibition hall opened, but the lobby was already filled with quite a few visitors.
Most of the attendees were young.
Some even carried sketchboards, looking every bit the professionals.
As they stepped into the waiting area,
Ye Mengfu immediately pulled out a tissue and began wiping the raindrops off Lin Yu’s backpack.
After finishing, she didn’t forget to dry the folded umbrella as well, making sure it was completely clean before tucking it into the side pocket.
"You’re so thoughtful, little Fufu. Thanks," Lin Yu said, thoroughly enjoying the pampering.
Ye Mengfu shook her head and murmured softly,
"We… don’t say thank you."
Lin Yu paused, then chuckled.
"Right, my bad. No need for thanks!"
Ye Mengfu clutched the used tissue and glanced around.
Spotting a trash bin in the distance, she trotted over to toss it away.
[Ding!]
[Time-limited mission activated: Crisis approaches! The Saint and the Joyous Sect’s Talisman Enchanter are wandering the mortal world when they unexpectedly cross paths with the enchanter’s old foe, "Mountain Phantom." Protect your Dao Companion within the time limit and help the Talisman Enchanter overcome her inner demons, urging her to strike back!]
[Time limit: Three hours.]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 500 Spirit Stones, 1 free system shop draw.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Ye Mengfu’s old enemy, "Mountain Phantom"?
To think they’d run into someone she knew… here of all places!
At a comic convention, the only "acquaintances" one might bump into
were either colleagues or classmates.
Beyond that, it was hard to imagine anyone else in Ye Mengfu’s simple social circle who could qualify as an "old enemy."
Whoever it was, Lin Yu knew Ye Mengfu would be the one at a disadvantage.
Her gentle nature meant she’d never confront anyone directly.
If someone bullied her…
She’d just endure it silently.
This was something Lin Yu understood all too well.
And because he knew, it pissed him off.
Who the hell dared to mess with his little Fufu besides him?
Lin Yu quickened his pace, keeping a safe distance behind Ye Mengfu.
Just as Ye Mengfu tossed the crumpled tissue into the bin,
a girl’s voice called out from a bench diagonally across the way:
"Ye Mengfu?"
Ye Mengfu turned, following the sound.
Lin Yu, not far behind, also shifted his gaze.
So this was the "Mountain Phantom"?
A girl, no less!
She looked about the same age as Ye Mengfu.
But her makeup…
A thick layer of foundation caked her face like spackle,
starkly mismatched with the skin tone of her arms.
She wore a bold black low-waisted puff dress,
giving off an odd vibe—somewhere between childish and provocative.
In short, four words summed her up:
Cheap and tacky.
What caught Lin Yu’s attention more was the man sitting beside her.
It was impossible to refer to him as a "boy."
Round face, round body, a tiny ponytail, and a thin mustache.
Topped off with a beret.
Had Lin Yu seen this guy alone, he’d have praised:
"Now that’s an artist!"
But appearing alongside a girl who knew Ye Mengfu?
More like:
"Now that’s a pretentious artist."
The two together? Their motives were definitely pure—true love, no doubt.
Ye Mengfu’s reaction to the girl wasn’t the same as when she saw a stranger.
In the past, she would always avert her gaze first in social situations.
Then answer the other person's questions in a soft voice.
But this time.
When the girl called her name, she didn’t look away.
Her delicate, captivating eyes stared at the other person, lost in thought for a long moment.
She froze for a while.
Until the other girl stood up and walked toward her.
Only then did Ye Mengfu finally break eye contact, nervously slipping her hands into her kangaroo pocket.
"It really is you, Ye Mengfu."
"I never thought I’d run into you here. How have you been lately?"
"We haven’t been in touch since graduation. Still painting, right?"
"Otherwise, why would you come to a Jimmy Liao exhibition?"
The girl greeted her warmly, even extending her hand for a handshake with practiced politeness.
From the smug curve of her lips, Lin Yu could tell—
This wasn’t just a friendly reunion between old classmates.
Every little gesture, every subtle expression on the girl’s face
was dripping with condescension.
Though he didn’t know what had happened between her and little Fufu,
even without the system’s prompt, Lin Yu could clearly sense it—
Ye Mengfu did not like this girl.
Not the usual social anxiety, but a deep-rooted unwillingness to engage.
Sigh.
But Ye Mengfu was still Ye Mengfu.
Despite her resentment, despite whatever "old grudges" lingered,
when the other girl offered her hand, she still obediently shook it.
"Jiang Yangmei… hello."
Lin Yu heard the chill in little Fufu’s voice loud and clear.
So.
Even this socially anxious girl could sound icy toward someone.
Jiang Yangmei, however, didn’t seem bothered.
After the handshake, she continued cheerfully:
"Still as quiet as ever. You still haven’t forgiven me for what happened at graduation, have you?"
"Back in school, you always called me Xiaomei."
"Now it just sounds so distant."
The ponytailed guy had been eyeing Ye Mengfu ever since Jiang Yangmei started talking.
Seeing his girlfriend run into a "pretty acquaintance,"
he eagerly stepped forward, mimicking Jiang Yangmei’s gesture and extending his hand:
"A classmate of Xiaomei’s? Hi, I’m her boyfriend."
"Guan Bao. Guan as in ‘glimpse,’ Bao as in ‘leopard.’"
Talking to Jiang Yangmei alone, Ye Mengfu’s social anxiety wasn’t as obvious.
But the sudden appearance of her classmate’s boyfriend made her heart leap, leaving her flustered and unsure.
How could she possibly shake hands with a strange man?
At the critical moment—
A tall figure cast a protective shadow over Ye Mengfu…
"Hello, she’s Ye Mengfu. I’m her boyfriend, Lin Yu."
"Lin as in ‘forest,’ Yu as in ‘feather.’"
Lin Yu stepped in first, gripping Guan Bao’s hand.
Then he smoothly guided little Fufu to his other side, putting distance between her and the others.
An uncomfortable social situation? No way he’d let her face it alone.
Otherwise, what was the point of having Lin Yu around?
Guan Bao: "???"
Jiang Yangmei: "???"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s timely appearance fills his beloved with relief in her moment of distress!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
...
(Second update for today. More coming soon—stay tuned!)
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.”
