Guan Bao widened his eyes: "???"
"404? How is that possible!"
"Is your phone's internet too slow to even load it?"
Guan Bao pulled out his "main phone" from his pocket and began operating it right in front of Lin Yu.
"Running a website—the most crucial thing is securing the backend."
"Our network administrator is a seasoned professional with years of experience from a top internet company."
"So our website should... Huh? What the hell!"
Before he could finish boasting,
his phone displayed the exact same error page as Lin Yu's.
He refreshed the webpage repeatedly, but nothing changed.
"Lin Yu, take a seat for now. I need to step out and make a call."
Guan Bao rushed out of the art studio in a frenzy, frantically scrolling through his contacts.
Jiang Yangmei, who was in the middle of painting,
noticed the only man moving around freely in the room.
She immediately shot him a venomous glare.
For the past two weeks,
this was the first time Guan Bao had taken her out on a solo date.
Either he was busy with work, dragging her along to meet someone, or suddenly dropping by at night for a quick "visit."
Even on this rare solo outing, Jiang Yangmei felt no trace of sweetness.
She might as well have rotted at home instead of coming out with him!
Just how busy could he possibly be every single day?
Jiang Yangmei even began to suspect—were the calls Guan Bao took away from her really from his company?
This time,
she truly misjudged Brother Bao.
Lin Yu could vouch for that!
But...
only this once.
Lin Yu picked up his phone and started scrolling through Brother Bao’s alternate account’s chat history.
Ignorance was bliss—the world was full of wonders.
Guan Bao must have a terrible memory.
On his secondary WeChat account, he had given everyone special nicknames.
「Tang Ya (Fashion TPTY Salesgirl)」
「Zhao (The Gullible Wife)」
「Bai (The Young Married Teacher)」
「Zhao (Xiao Mei’s Ex-Colleague)」
「Zhang (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, "Bun")」
「Sun (Housekeeper, Devoured on April 5)」
「...」
The old artist was ruthless!
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire the expertise.
Scrolling through the nicknames and profile pictures felt like browsing categories on a certain website.
Busy to this extent, yet still daring to set his sights on Xiao Fufu?
Today, the "ordinary college student" lurking in the shadows would teach this seasoned artist a proper lesson!
Out of over twenty people, only a handful were marked as "devoured" or "ex-girlfriends."
His skills still needed refinement!
The most recent chat record was from when the starlight show was playing.
Day in and day out, he seemed even busier than Lin Yu.
But now,
the website issue was enough to give him a headache.
Boasting about 30,000 registered members? More like inflated by nearly ten times.
Most of the so-called "original" illustrations uploaded were actually sourced from foreign platforms.
Guan Bao’s so-called "business"...
was just a copyright-infringing pirated site!
In the quiet art studio,
the distant wails of the old artist could faintly be heard outside.
"What do you mean the backend’s locked? Speak in terms I can understand—now’s not the time for jargon!"
"..."
"Malicious attack? Who’d bother attacking us? Is this just a bug you can’t fix?"
"..."
"Fine, fine, I won’t argue. Just tell me how long it’ll take to fix."
"..."
"Time! I just want a timeframe—no technicalities. Two hours, tops? I’ve got clients to meet! If the site’s down, what am I supposed to show them?"
"..."
"If I had to find someone else to fix it, why would I hire you? What kind of attitude is that? Hey? HEY!"
"..."
It was clear—
Guan Bao was genuinely furious.
His shouting was so loud that people in the studio frowned and turned to look.
A staff member had to step in and politely remind him:
"Sir, if you need to make a call, please use the lounge area in the lobby. It’s straight down this way."
"There’s a live painting session inside—we’d appreciate it if you could keep the noise down. Thank you for your cooperation."
Jiang Yangmei, gripping her paintbrush, glared even more irritably toward the entrance.
This was a public space—making such a scene was beyond embarrassing!
Then,
her gaze shifted to Ye Mengfu in front of her.
The commotion outside hadn’t affected her in the slightest.
She didn’t even glance back to see what the fuss was about.
Ye Mengfu remained immersed in her own world, swiftly and intently finishing her painting.
Jiang Yangmei’s expression twisted with envy.
Back in school, the two had been inseparable.
At first,
Jiang Yangmei had only felt admiration for Ye Mengfu’s innate talent.
But as time went on,
the inferiority complex from constant comparison consumed her.
How could a girl with almost zero social skills, who didn’t even know how to navigate relationships, effortlessly outshine her?
Jiang Yangmei took deep breaths, forcing herself back into a painting mindset.
Even if this was just a small exhibition event,
it was still a "battlefield" where the two of them would compete.
She wanted Ye Mengfu to know—
even without underhanded tactics, she was still the better one!
...
The event’s painting requirement was simple: illustrate a comic character.
The figures from Jimmy Liao’s picture books had clean lines and were easy to draw.
Before long,
people began submitting their finished works to the judges’ table one after another.
The moment a piece was handed in,
a panel of judges would score it on the spot.
Staff would tally the scores to ensure rankings could be announced as soon as the time limit ended.
Live events prioritized speed and efficiency.
After all,
making participants and their companions wait too long for a commemorative prize would kill the mood.
By the time both Ye Mengfu and Jiang Yangmei finished,
Brother Bao still hadn’t returned.
Lin Yu kept his phone in hand, waiting for the right moment to set his plan in motion.
Not that it mattered.
The real drama unfolding behind the scenes didn’t even star Brother Bao.
He was just borrowing the man’s "connections" for convenience.
They submitted their works around the same time.
As Jiang Yangmei and Ye Mengfu walked back to the seating area together,
Jiang Yangmei glanced at Ye Mengfu’s clothes and sneered:
"Even drawing something this simple, and you still got paint on your clothes."
Ye Mengfu looked down.
A red stain smudged the white kangaroo pocket.
Probably from flicking her brush during the final strokes.
The paint wasn’t dry yet—trying to clean it now would only spread the stain.
But the next moment,
Jiang Yangmei lost all interest in mocking Ye Mengfu.
"Ding! Ding!"
"Ding! Ding!"
"..."
A rapid series of WeChat notifications chimed from her phone.
Jiang Yangmei stepped away and pulled out her phone to check.
Huh?
Who created a group chat at a time like this?
And this name—
「One Big Happy Family (Guan Bao’s Private Edition)」?!
...
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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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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!
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?!
