Before Lin Yu could speak,
Huang Feirong stood up first:
"Hey, Econ majors, meet the legendary Brother Yu."
"My sworn brother. Today, none of you are leaving here alive!"
Lin Yu: "..."
What kind of nonsense is this?
"None of you are leaving alive"?
Are they asking to get wrecked?
Before entering this dream, no one mentioned there'd be such drama!
Seriously... he didn’t even bring a knife today!
Thanks to the pixelated beauties from the Econ department, Lin Yu finally understood his relationship with Huang Feirong.
Sworn... haha, damn, brother?
What an old-school way to flirt.
Might as well become pen pals at this point!
After Huang Feirong finished speaking, she still ended up ambiguously clinging to her "sworn brother's" arm.
Judging by her punchable expression, Lin Yu instantly got it.
She wanted her "brother" to talk tough and back her up.
To be fair, the NPCs on the other side were surprisingly reasonable.
They could’ve just ganged up on her but insisted on settling it with a game.
Well, since they were here...
Lin Yu suppressed his cringe and growled at the pixelated ladies across from him:
"You think you can challenge me?"
"One-on-one or all at once?"
Lin Yu curled his toes in embarrassment but kept a cold face.
Happy now?
Can we skip this awkward scene already?
Unexpectedly.
The level of cringe in Huang Feirong’s mental world far exceeded Lin Yu’s expectations.
"Hahaha!"
"Ahahahaha!"
"..."
After Lin Yu’s tough talk, the opposing side burst into laughter.
Then, the heavyweight girl in the C-spot pointed at Lin Yu and sneered:
"Uncle, don’t test my patience with your attitude. You’re not even close."
Lin Yu: "..."
The edgy, cringey lines didn’t faze him.
But that one word—Uncle?!
Even before his rebirth, back in his thirties, young people called him "uncle."
Now, after being reborn, he’s still an uncle?
Didn’t that mean his rebirth was pointless?!
Did he really look that old?
Damn!
These Econ department btches!
"Enough talk, you scared to dance or what?"
Huang Feirong cut in, swiftly moving past the awkwardness.
The opposing team sat down faster than Lin Yu could blink.
Only the dream world’s host could pull that off.
Plot progression? Just a thought away.
"Girls, let’s warm up with 'Funeral of Roses' first. Then we’ll crush these noobs."
At the C-spot girl’s command, everyone responded in unison.
The song didn’t matter—it was all about his "keyboard domination" anyway.
"Brother Yu, use my account?"
"Hehe, leave them a humiliating defeat for me!"
Huang Feirong gave up her seat, and Lin Yu naturally took over, logging into the game.
Hearing the C-spot girl call "Funeral of Roses" a warm-up, Lin Yu figured it couldn’t be that hard—maybe three or four stars max.
He couldn’t remember the exact difficulty, and asking Huang Feirong was risky. If her subconscious caught on, the dream world might collapse.
But when the game loaded, Lin Yu froze.
One... one star?!
All that hype for a one-star song?
Throw some rice on the keyboard and even a chicken could play this!
Yet, Huang Feirong leaned in and whispered:
"Brother Yu, this song’s super hard."
"If you win, I’ll reward you big time!"
Lin Yu: "..."
One star. Super hard?
Maybe they should switch games.
No need to challenge the impossible.
But one thing did pique his interest.
"Reward me? How?"
Lin Yu tested the waters.
He wanted to flirt but worried Huang Feirong’s younger self might not handle it.
Huang Feirong replied seriously:
"As long as it’s not that 'let’s go to bed' thing you always say, name your reward!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
His worries were completely unnecessary!
So in Huang Feirong’s mind, he was a total horndog?
Always talking about going to bed?
Fine.
Since that was the case...
A simple request wouldn’t break the dream world.
Lin Yu: "If I win... give me a kiss!"
Huang Feirong: "Brother Yu, we’re siblings..."
Lin Yu: "You—"
Huang Feirong: "Then ten kisses it is!"
Lin Yu: "..."
He’d underestimated her.
At this point, he suspected even wilder demands would get a yes.
But when the game started and he put on the headphones...
Lin Yu realized the real problem.
Dream world games didn’t follow reality.
The difficulty depended entirely on Huang Feirong’s mood.
Before the song even began, a rapid barrage of red notes flashed across the screen.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What the hell?!
This is one star?!
Faster than the ten-star "Narcissus" he’d played before!
Normal one-star songs start with one or two arrows.
"Funeral of Roses" opened with five at once!
Only now did Lin Yu grasp the true challenge ahead.
But even so...
"Tap tap tap tap—smack!"
Before the Keyboard God, no challenge stood a chance.
Golden "PERFECT" flooded the screen.
From the first beat, the six-player dance room belonged to the true master.
Classic mode? Just arrows, spacebar, and...
A fangirl’s relentless cheering!
"Brother Yu, unstoppable!"
"Brother Yu, annihilate them!"
"Brother Yu, forever glorious!"
"..."
At first, it didn’t faze him.
But Huang Feirong’s chants actually stroked his ego.
Because behind him, more girls had gathered.
Gasps of admiration followed.
"His APM and reflexes are insane! How is he keeping up on a numpad?!"
"Which school is this hottie from?"
"Pingchuan University. I even have his QQ!"
"Ooooh, 'I have his QQ~' Look at you, flaunting. I have Teacher He’s QQ too—do I brag?"
"..."
Soon, the heavyweight girl couldn’t take it.
She hissed to her friends:
"He’s hacking! Definitely hacking!"
"Go check his screen!"
Huang Feirong smugly stood up and trash-talked back:
"Hah! Come kneel before the king!"
"Tell your moms your bruised knees aren’t from boyfriends—just from witnessing a god!"
"Ahahaha!"
...
(First update today! 270 more "power-ups" until the next bonus chapter. Take a minute to show some love—back to writing!)
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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...
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?"
