The reply contained only a single word.
A word where "woman" came before "man."
Seeing it laid out so plainly—
How utterly exhilarating!
No wonder this was counted among life's four greatest joys.
Suppressing the thrill in his heart, Lin Yu maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and continued:
"That's wonderful. I knew we... were on the same wavelength."
"Let's eat first. You eat so little, no wonder you're so slim."
"I'll check my phone to see if there are any good spots nearby where we can... rest."
"It's my first time here, and my first time booking online, so it might take a little while."
"Little Fufu, just relax and eat. No need to rush."
Lin Yu's "first-time formula" made yet another appearance—who knew how many times he'd trotted it out by now.
Having survived the most nerve-wracking part of the exchange, Ye Mengfu felt her ability to speak returning.
Hearing Lin Yu preparing to book a room, she quickly grabbed his hand and stammered:
"The tickets... the meal... you paid for everything."
"This time... could I... be the one to pay?"
Ye Mengfu's slender arm exerted almost all its strength in that tug.
Yes, they were a couple.
And yes, Lin Yu was very well-off.
But if he covered every single expense during their dates,
Ye Mengfu couldn't help feeling an overwhelming sense of indebtedness.
She wasn’t some unemployed drifter who couldn’t support herself.
On the contrary—
She’d even managed to save up a tidy sum this past year.
Seeing the determination in Little Fufu’s eyes and the way her fingers were already swiping across her phone screen,
Lin Yu knew he wouldn’t win this battle.
His socially anxious little artist had her own brand of stubbornness.
As Ye Mengfu tapped away at her phone, she murmured under her breath:
"Open the app first... nearby hotels..."
"Then search..."
Every step was accompanied by a soft repetition.
Clearly,
These were all tips she’d memorized from online guides!
Afraid of forgetting, she’d even rehearsed them.
Earlier, Lin Yu had worried that being too forward might upset her.
But now it seemed
Little Fufu had already braced herself for this long before stepping out today.
Her lack of defenses made things so much easier for him.
Leaning closer, Lin Yu eyed the three hotels she’d shortlisted and couldn’t resist teasing her:
"Little Fufu, you seem... pretty experienced at this, huh?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
The words struck like a bolt of lightning.
Flustered, she rushed to explain:
"N-no... that’s not it..."
"I... I’ve never booked before either."
"Really!"
Seemed experienced?
Even the most innocent person would catch the insinuation.
She could tolerate misunderstandings from anyone else—just not from Lin Yu.
Watching Ye Mengfu’s breath quicken in her panic,
Lin Yu gently kissed her cheek:
"Don’t be so tense, I was just teasing."
"Of course I know you looked all this up online beforehand."
Ye Mengfu nodded rapidly in agreement—
Only to immediately bury her face in her hands the moment she realized what she’d just confirmed.
This was practically an admission
That she’d already planned for this...
The blush creeping across her cheeks only made her all the more endearing.
Lin Yu didn’t press further on her shyness.
Instead, he took her phone and scanned the three hotel options.
All were within two kilometers,
The closest just 300 meters away—an easy walk.
As a chain budget hotel, the room types and prices didn’t vary much.
As long as it was clean and nearby,
The rest hardly mattered.
"Little Fufu, how about we pick this one?"
"The three-hour and five-hour rates are only twenty yuan apart."
"I’d like to... book the five-hour one. What do you think?"
Still hiding her face, Ye Mengfu replied in a whisper:
"Okay... I’ll book it now."
Though Lin Yu had only mentioned the duration,
For some reason, his words sent her imagination spiraling.
......
After leaving the restaurant in the mall,
The two walked side by side under an umbrella, strolling through the light rain until they reached the hotel lobby.
The ID Lin Yu had reminded her to bring now proved its worth.
During check-in,
Ye Mengfu lingered several meters back,
Gripping her backpack straps, too timid to even glance at the front desk staff.
Once the registration was complete,
She glued herself to Lin Yu’s side, clutching his hand tightly.
The unfamiliar environment left her craving reassurance.
Even though she’d once stayed in a hotel room with Ying’er before,
The two experiences couldn’t have been more different.
Only after entering the room, locking the door, and fastening the security chain
Did Ye Mengfu finally exhale, as if stepping into a sanctuary.
"Let’s put your bag here. I think... we should swap the sheets and covers for disposable ones."
Lin Yu stayed true to his "germaphobe persona," committed to the bit.
Ye Mengfu gave a soft "Mmm"
Before quietly moving to the table and unzipping her backpack.
From it, she produced sealed packages of disposable sheets, duvet covers, pillowcases...
Even a set of disposable towels!
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"
Biting her lip, Ye Mengfu kept her flushed face turned away.
She’d prepared all these to respect Lin Yu’s habits.
Yet now,
She wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Not bringing them would’ve seemed thoughtless, like she’d forgotten his preferences.
But bringing them...
Would he read too much into it?
How stupid of her!
Who brings so much bedding on a first date?
Would Lin Yu think less of her now?
Just as her mind spiraled in regret,
Lin Yu wrapped his arms around her waist from behind:
"Little Fufu, I want to say thank you, but ‘thank you’ feels unnecessary between us."
"So just this once—thank you. Thank you for remembering my habits."
"Secretly... I brought the same things!"
At this,
Ye Mengfu instantly relaxed.
So Lin Yu had prepared them too.
Once again, they’d thought alike...
Yet before her relief could settle,
Lin Yu blindsided her with another question:
"Little Fufu, you brought all this."
"Then... did you pack pajamas too?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
That hit the bullseye.
After the incident at his place where her outerwear had been deemed "impolite,"
Now that she’d come prepared with everything else...
The answer was obvious.
Ye Mengfu: "Y-yes... I did."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
