Leaving Aunt Qimeng's shop, it was already close to dusk.
To avoid burdening her with the pressure of cooking dinner, Lin Yu decided to grab a quick bowl of noodles outside.
He also didn���t forget to pack a portion for Chi Qingchi.
The little homebody incapable of taking care of herself was still waiting at home to be fed—he couldn’t leave her out.
While eating, Lin Yu withdrew 360 spiritual stones accumulated in the system, converting them into cash once again.
His balance rose to [10,001 yuan], officially making him part of the “ten-thousand-yuan club.”
Rather than hurrying back home, he took a stroll through the commercial street and found a shop that sold art supplies.
"Boss, do you have this type of drawing paper?"
Lin Yu unfolded the artwork he'd taken from Ye Mengfu's room earlier the afternoon and showed it to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper took a quick glance and confidently pulled out a pack.
"8K sketch paper, 10 yuan per pack. Each pack contains 50 sheets. How many packs would you like, young man?"
Lin Yu compared the size and noted that it was indeed a perfect match.
He had assumed that specialty drawing paper used by budding artists would come with a hefty price tag, but apparently, his amateurish prejudice wasn’t justified—it wasn’t as expensive as he'd imagined.
"Boss, give me ten packs. Do you accept online payment?"
"No problem, let me get you a bag."
Lin Yu hadn’t forgotten about Ye Mengfu’s [daily task].
Taking the drawing paper back to her would earn him some additional sect contribution points.
Besides, after barging into her room at noon, Lin Yu had behaved somewhat shamelessly.
Buying something she needed could help smooth things over.
He wasn’t worried that Ye Mengfu would refuse it.
Worst case, he could employ some "old tricks" and assert himself—she’d surely accept it under pressure.
If Lin Yu’s judgment was correct, he’d be able to deliver the paper successfully around dawn tomorrow.
Hopefully, the daily task wouldn’t expire too soon and would last until that hour.
From what Mo Shangying had mentioned about "a friend to watch the game with," it seemed likely she was referring to Ye Mengfu.
It was somewhat surprising that the two girls could get along well enough to enjoy each other’s company.
On his way out after making his purchase, Lin Yu noticed a row of cartoon stickers hanging by the shop's entrance.
Among them, one particularly caught his attention—it was at the very bottom.
“Isn’t this Nash Rabbit?”
Lin Yu crouched down to take a closer look.
At this moment in 2014, the animated series "That Year, That Rabbit" hadn’t been produced yet.
It existed only as an online comic by “Moeyo Comic Factory,” which had recently gained modest fame and started releasing some themed merchandise.
The sticker Lin Yu held featured the protagonist, the Rabbit, from "That Year, That Rabbit." Its quirky expression and amusing pose were quite endearing.
He was drawn to the sticker because it reminded him of the "Apology Rabbit" and "Mercy Rabbit" images he had.
Such things that appealed to young girls might not necessarily earn him bonus points if gifted, but at least they wouldn’t result in negative points.
Lin Yu picked up the stickers on a whim and took them home alongside the drawing paper.
…
When Lin Yu returned to the apartment, none of his housemates were in the shared living area.
The idea of trying his luck and completing a task was promptly extinguished.
After all, it was only the first day since his rebirth.
Lin Yu wasn’t in any rush—he had plenty of wonderful moments ahead.
On WeChat, he and Mo Shangying finalized their plans for watching the football match.
The semi-final between Germany and Brazil was scheduled for 4:00 a.m.
The two agreed to meet at his room half an hour earlier to get ready.
To avoid disturbing the neighbors, Lin Yu informed Mo Shangying that he would leave the door unlocked.
Otherwise, knocking at the door at three or four in the morning would surely annoy the nearby roommates.
Aunt Qimeng happened to live right next door to Lin Yu.
Once they agreed on the plan, Lin Yu decided not to linger in the apartment. Instead, he returned to his room early to catch up on sleep.
Having just pulled an all-nighter at the internet café the previous day, and with plans to watch the game in the middle of the night, even the stamina of a young man couldn’t handle such abuse.
Survival comes first.
To make sure he didn’t miss the game, Lin Yu even set an alarm for 3:15 AM.
This at least ensured that he would wake up before the two women arrived, allowing him enough time to freshen up.
...
He had thought it would be a quiet and peaceful night.
However...
At 2:00 AM—
[Ding!]
[Masterful move detected! Host’s natural allure is so irresistible that two senior members of your sect have been drawn to your room to admire the night together!]
[Reward: 40 Spiritual Stones]
Lin Yu, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly had his brain forcibly activated.
Unbelievable!
He wasn’t awakened by his alarm but by the system notification instead?
Could it already be 3:30 AM? Did he end up missing his alarm in his sleep?
Fumbling around in the dark, Lin Yu grabbed his phone from beside the pillow. He pressed the screen to turn it on and squinted to check the time.
Lin Yu: “...”
2:02 AM!
They were an hour and a half early!
If they were coming early, couldn’t they at least give him a heads-up? What was happening here?
Lin Yu’s hearing, enhanced by medicinal treatments, didn’t miss the faint whispers by the door.
Lin Yu lived in the largest suite in the building, and anyone entering his bedroom would first have to pass through the small living room.
At the moment, near the door—
Mo Shangying held her phone up, using its dim screen light as a guide while stealthily pulling Ye Mengfu through the entrance.
Normally, phone flashlights are bright, but Mo Shangying hadn’t turned on the flashlight.
Instead, she was relying on the faint light emitted from her unlocked screen, barely enough to see half a meter ahead.
“Come on, Mengfu, get in here already.”
“It’s fine; I’m here with you. What’s there to be scared of?”
Mo Shangying hooked her arm around Ye Mengfu’s elbow, half-coaxing and half-pushing her into Lin Yu's room.
Ye Mengfu, speaking in a trembling voice that was slightly louder than a whisper, nervously suggested:
“Why... why don’t we turn on the lights?”
After gently closing the door, Mo Shangying quickly hushed her:
“Shh...”
“The phone screen’s light is enough. Turning on the lights would let Lin Yu know we’re here!”
“This brat was acting so smug earlier today. I’m going to flip his blanket and scare him—let’s see if he dares to mess with me again after this,!”
Ye Mengfu continuously shook her head, struggling to pull her hand free.
In her heart, she had already concluded the nature of Mo Shangying and Lin Yu's relationship.
Hearing what Mo Shangying just said, she could only think:
Their couples’ quirky bonding activities are none of my business—please don’t drag me into this!
Today had already been awkward enough; tonight couldn’t get any worse!
“Mengfu, stay here for now. Once I give you the signal, then come into the bedroom,” Mo Shangying instructed without forcing her close friend to join the mischief.
She understood Ye Mengfu’s personality very well.
This was someone who wouldn’t even talk to boys, let alone dare to participate in the audacious act of blanket-flipping!
Mo Shangying, on the other hand, was a different breed entirely.
She wasn’t one to shy away from bold actions—she had caught wild hawks before!
Inside the room:
Lin Yu: “...”
Is there no decency left in the world? Does no one care about the rules anymore?!
Sneaking into her male roommate's room in the dead of night to pull off his blanket?
Is that something a normal person would even think of?
What kind of mindset is this?
Only someone like Mo Shangying, with her extraordinary logic, could come up with such a wild idea.
If she wants to play games...
Lin Yu has no reason to back down.
It’s time to give this young little hacker a hands-on lesson about the dark side of society!
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!
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?"
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.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
