About ten minutes later.
Inside the internet café.
"Find that magical coat~ From now on, only I can rely on his embrace~"
"He’s as tempting as cake, everyone wants a bite~ The dazed Cupid’s got a fever~"
"Every minute~ every second~ on Earth, another romance bites the dust~"
"Pride’s stirring~ ready to roar~ Bring it on, sisters, we won’t fall~"
"……"
At this moment, Lin Yu had truly become the cake everyone wanted a bite of, with no fewer than a dozen sisters gathered behind him. Even the management department girls who had been taunting earlier had now joined the chorus of fangirling.
"He’s really not cheating! This is all Brother Yu’s real skill!"
"It’s not that we’re weak, it’s just… he’s too strong!"
"First time seeing a pure hand-speed god in real life. Did Huang Feirong hit the jackpot? How’d she land such an amazing brother?"
"Little Jia, why are you taking off your coat?"
"I’m wearing purple underneath—don’t all brothers think purple’s the most charming?"
"Hey! He’s still hitting perfect combos, this is insane, I can’t even~"
"I’m seriously impressed by Yu. I wish I had a godbrother like this to grind my account every day!"
"……"
When one girl showers you with exaggerated praise behind your back, it’s just awkward.
But when it’s a whole group of girls…
Well, then it’s just… hahaha!
What a great era this is.
Say you want some quiet, and someone’s bound to ask, "Who’s Jingjing?"
Be good at games, and you’ll still get attention, hailed as a "pro."
A decade later?
Be good at games, and people will just call you "that internet café dude."
Say you want quiet? They’ll tell you they’re feeling anything but.
[Ding!]
[God-tier play! The Saint’s profound skills leave the Disciplinary Hall Elder in awe, deepening their bond!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Finally, it appears.
Huang Feirong is the "Disciplinary Hall Elder"?
Talk about compensating for what you lack—isn’t she the one who needs to quit her gaming addiction the most?!
……
After finishing another round of "Trainee Cupid," Lin Yu flexed his fingers and wrists, pausing his showboating.
Damn, this rhythm game’s brutal.
No matter which song you pick, the tempo’s ridiculously fast.
Fine, the game doesn’t have to be realistic—whatever.
But why’s the keyboard gotta be so damn realistic?!
This wobbly space bar like a seesaw, arrow keys harder than concrete—pure torture!
Lin Yu swiveled his chair around, looking smugly at the heavyweight girl behind him:
"Convinced yet?"
Though her expression was hidden, her subtle fidgeting gave it away.
She crossed her arms and huffed:
"Hmph, bullying girls doesn’t count. I’m not convinced."
"Unless… you add me on QQ!"
"Add me, and I’ll admit you’re good. You dare?"
Lin Yu: "……"
His first thought wasn’t how cringey she was being.
Instead, regret washed over him.
Someone like him…
Should’ve been reborn in this era!
It’s this easy to impress?
Born at the wrong time, talents wasted!
Two seconds later, that regret peaked again.
Lin Yu’s vision went dark as Huang Feirong lunged at his seat, gripping the armrests and showering him with frantic, over-the-top adoration.
He suddenly felt like an egg dropped into his mouth, only to be spotted by his gluttonous sixth brother.
His hands and feet tensed up tightly, then went limp again.
For a moment.
He couldn’t tell.
Was this Huang Feirong rewarding him, or was she rewarding herself?
The next second.
The internet café erupted into a frenzy of rowdy cheers:
"Woooh!!"
"Wow!"
"Aah!"
"Let her give birth! Let her give birth!"
"Let her give birth! Let her give birth!"
"……"
Lin Yu: "???"
Damn it.
The king of dirty jokes is derailing the scene!
Shouldn’t the standard chants be "Kiss her!" or "Get together!"?
What the hell is this "Let her give birth" nonsense?
Then.
Things got even crazier…
"Give birth to your mom!"
"Screw all the men in your damn families!"
A piercing voice instantly silenced the entire room.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Huang Feirong: "!!!"
The crowd quickly scattered to the sides.
At the other end of the internet café’s aisle.
Shen Buyao, the antique-loving older sister in her moonlit white dress, was brandishing a fruit knife, glaring daggers at the "cheating couple."
Holy crap!
A freaking "knife-wielding" plot twist?
This was not a good sign.
Didn’t this subconsciously lock Lin Yu and Shen Buyao together?
If so.
In reality, winning over the queen of dirty jokes would become way harder.
Lin Yu stayed seated, not bothering to stand.
Because Huang Feirong had already panicked and blurted out first:
"Y-Yao Yao? What are you doing here?"
"Calm down, let me explain…"
"I’m just his sister~ He says I’ve got charm~"
"……"
After singing horribly off-key, Huang Feirong ducked behind Lin Yu’s chair.
Then.
In a move he never saw coming, she suddenly pushed him—chair and all—straight toward Shen Buyao.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Traitor!
She actually used him as a human projectile!
The next moment.
Antique Sister Shen…
Raised the knife, swung it down, raised it, swung it down, raised it, swung it down…
Without even blinking once!
……
Lin Yu’s bedroom.
He jolted upright in bed, instinctively mimicking a sword-blocking stance.
"Haah… hah…"
That dream was way too damn real!
The phantom pain was unreal!
This was the first time he’d been forced awake mid-dream because of sheer agony.
The battlefield of love was terrifying—he had no intention of becoming the next "School Days" protagonist.
This dream encounter with the queen of dirty jokes served as a stark warning.
He needed to carefully manage the relationships between his "comrades."
What happened in dreams must never spill into reality!
"A few spins and we become~ deep imprints~"
"Left in the hearts of those who loved~ warming them up~"
"……"
Just as he was catching his breath.
His phone rang.
Who the hell was calling him in the middle of the night?
He fumbled under his pillow and grabbed the phone.
Caller ID…
Huang Feirong!
Hah?
The queen of dirty jokes must’ve just woken up from the same dream.
Was she calling out of guilt for selling him out in the dream?
"Hey, Feirong-jie, why’re you calling so late?"
He feigned a groggy voice, playing dumb.
On the other end.
Huang Feirong dropped a bombshell:
"Hey, Yu, you might not believe this, but I just had a dream about you."
Lin Yu: "……"
He knew!
Why wouldn’t he believe it?
Lin Yu: "Oh? Really? What did you dream about?"
Huang Feirong: "I dreamed we were in an internet café, and you wanted to... take advantage of me!"
Lin Yu: "???"
...
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