Sworn Brother, The Chosen Keyboard Warrior's Speed

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!"

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(First update today! 270 more "power-ups" until the next bonus chapter. Take a minute to show some love—back to writing!)