No fewer than three sect sisters!
In the apartment, running into two female roommates sharing the space wasn’t particularly difficult.
The real challenge was checking the information panel.
Judging by how the panel appeared when interacting with Chen Qimeng…
Simply seeing someone didn’t trigger anything.
Physical contact was required for it to count as "interaction."
Tsk, tsk.
Based on memories from his past life, the current version of himself was a textbook example of a shy, awkward straight guy.
Timid, socially inept, and unable to hold a conversation with female classmates or roommates for more than two sentences before freezing up.
If he had to pinpoint the absolute peak of his past life’s decades-long existence—it was right now.
Who were the residents of this apartment?
A gentle, naive auntie;
Twin classmates;
A pet shop owner;
A mysterious, dropout hacker girl;
A severely socially anxious artist;
An elementary school Chinese teacher;
A community hospital nurse;
And an antique clock restorer!
It was practically a setup for a beauty pageant or a dating show—pick your ideal girl.
One guy and nine women living under the same roof—calling it a "sect" wasn’t far off.
Seriously.
How many times in life do you get to share a roof with nine women?
If this wasn’t the peak, what was?
Years later, when Lin Yu had matured and looked back on this time, he’d want to slap his younger self twice.
"Shy? Shy my ass."
"Awkward? Awkward my foot."
The shameless ones get to enjoy life first.
Fortunately.
Lin Yu had returned, armed with a lifetime’s worth of experience.
Aside from missions.
The system’s [Friendly Reminder] also highlighted two additional features:
[Sect Contribution] and [Spirit Stones].
With a -50 Sect Contribution score, there wasn’t much to test.
In the [Spirit Stones] interface, next to the number [25], there was a [Withdraw] option.
Beyond withdrawals, the other uses of Spirit Stones remained unclear for now.
With such a small amount, they probably couldn’t achieve much.
But earning 20 Spirit Stones from a casual interaction meant the acquisition method wasn’t difficult.
Might as well test the exchange rate first.
Ding…
After selecting [Withdraw All], his phone buzzed within seconds with a notification.
XX Bank:
[Account 4679 received a deposit of 250 RMB at 7:20 AM on July 5. Current balance: 562.92 RMB.]
A 1:10 exchange rate.
One Spirit Stone equaled ten yuan.
Meaning that little interaction with Auntie Qimeng had just earned him 200 yuan.
Not a huge rate, but the ease of acquisition made up for it—put in the effort, and rewards would follow.
At this rate, with so many girls in the apartment, spending time interacting with them daily could easily net him thousands.
A monthly income of over 100,000 RMB!
Who needed a job?
Who needed to start a business?
Why bother with the grind?
...
After breakfast.
Lin Yu and Chen Qimeng stepped out onto the first-floor balcony.
Sunshine bathed the fragrant spiritual plants.
Following Chen Qimeng’s instructions, Lin Yu carefully watered each flower type with the appropriate amount, holding a spray bottle.
Chen Qimeng was truly impressive.
Not only did she manage a flower shop, but she also personally cultivated these plants.
Lin Yu could barely remember their names, yet she memorized every detail of their care.
By the seventh pot.
The bedroom window near the balcony slid open.
A small head with messy, flaxen hair peeked out.
"Good morning, Auntie Qimeng! Morning, Xiao Lin!"
"Eh? Xiao Lin, you’re back! Ice cream…"
The girl bit her lip, her little fangs glinting, hesitating mid-sentence.
Her delicate face was unbearably cute.
Chi Qingchi!
The girl who’d called Lin Yu back that morning.
She and her older sister, Chi Qingshui, were Lin Yu’s classmates at Pingchuan University’s Film School, both majoring in Broadcasting and Directing.
While they might not have been the school’s top beauties, the twin sisters were undeniably the most famous pair in their department.
People often said twins shared similar personalities.
But Chi Qingshui and Chi Qingchi were polar opposites beyond their looks.
The older sister was a cold, top-ranked academic overachiever.
The younger sister was a gluttonous, mischievous anime-loving goofball.
Who the hell eats ice cream at seven in the morning?
And she’d even tricked Lin Yu into coming back with a lie!
Auntie Qimeng hadn’t even noticed he’d pulled an all-nighter at the internet café.
What a little schemer!
The old Lin Yu would’ve snapped, "Buy it yourself, stop bothering me!"
But now?
A sect sister with clear demands was a golden opportunity.
Complete a few missions, reap the rewards—easy profit.
Chen Qimeng waved back. "Morning, Xiao Chi."
Lin Yu followed suit. "Morning, Chi Qingchi. Where’s your sister? Still asleep?"
Chi Qingchi blinked rapidly, confusion plastered across her face.
Huh?
What was up with Lin Yu today?
Ever since moving into the apartment, he’d only ever referred to the twins as "Classmate Chi."
Their conversations had always been limited to him awkwardly responding in monosyllables.
He never initiated topics.
Yet today, he was not only asking about her sister but also helping Auntie Qimeng water the plants?
Since when was he this proactive?
This cheerful, easygoing vibe—it was like he was a different person.
Did an all-nighter fry his brain?
"Oh… Sis went back to Hebei. She’ll be back the day after tomorrow."
Chi Qingchi’s voice was soft as she answered.
After replying, she became even more convinced—all-nighters were dangerous.
Lin Yu already knew about her sister’s trip yesterday.
Yet today, he’d asked again like he’d forgotten, in such a normal tone too.
Lin Yu wasn’t suffering from amnesia.
He just couldn’t recall every detail from a random day over a decade ago.
Chi Qingchi’s response jogged his memory.
That summer when Auntie Qimeng passed away.
Chi Qingchi had indeed stayed behind in the apartment.
Something about preparing content for a video platform’s summer festival.
Non-otakus couldn’t possibly understand the little shut-in’s world.
Ding!
[Through heartfelt communication and warm greetings with a sect sister, you’ve won the Acting Sect Leader’s approval!]
[Reward: 10 Spirit Stones.]
Hearing the system’s chime, Lin Yu glanced at Chen Qimeng.
She was watching him with a warm, approving smile.
How could she not be pleased?
Ever since bringing Lin Yu from their hometown to Pingchuan and living together,
then gradually welcoming so many female tenants into the apartment, Lin Yu had barely interacted with any of them.
He only ever responded curtly when spoken to first.
The tenants had privately mentioned to her more than once that Lin Yu seemed too withdrawn—he needed proper guidance, or his social skills would suffer in the long run.
Now, seeing him chat so naturally and cheerfully with his female classmate,
Chen Qimeng felt a swell of pride, as if her little Yu had finally grown up.
What Auntie Qimeng and the others didn’t realize was that Lin Yu wasn’t aloof or antisocial.
He was just painfully awkward, a closet pervert whose fragile male ego refused to let him express himself.
Chen Qimeng moved closer to the window, offering a thoughtful reminder:
"Qingchi, breakfast is ready in the dining room. Go freshen up and eat—there’s red bean porridge and egg pancakes."
Chi Qingchi clenched her small fists and raised them overhead excitedly:
"Auntie Chen Qi, you’re the best! I’ll change and eat right away!"
Chen Qimeng blinked in mild confusion.
Even after all this time, she still couldn’t quite get used to the coded lingo of the younger generation.
Before long,
the twelve pots of "spiritual plants" were finally watered.
Right on cue, the system’s notification chimed again.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily Mission "Tending the Sect’s Spiritual Plants" completed successfully. Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 20 Spirit Stones!]
[As this is your first time completing a daily mission, an additional reward has been granted: one free draw from the System Mall!]
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