Watching Chi Qingchi hesitate,
Lin Yu secretly felt a surge of satisfaction.
Trying to butter him up?
As if it were that easy!
Feigning displeasure, he said,
"What's this? Afraid of dirtying your clothes? Just wait outside then."
"Anyway, I wasn’t planning on having anyone help."
"Little silly Chi, you’d better not have anything to ask of me later!"
Chi Qingchi’s eyes widened: "!!!"
Could Lin Yu read minds?
Or had he already figured out she needed his help?
His words sounded almost deliberately aimed at her.
If she refused to chop the scallions now, how could she bring up her request later?
The upcoming comic convention was short on male cosplayers, and as the "event coordinator," she needed to find someone.
Thinking of the missing anime character, Chi Qingchi’s first thought was Lin Yu.
It wasn’t that she didn’t know other guys.
But for cosplay, the resemblance between the person and the character was crucial.
Once she matched the role to Lin Yu,
no other guy could even compare in her mind.
Fine, scallions it was!
She couldn’t let her chance to ask for help be ruined before she even opened her mouth.
"Who said I was afraid? Of course not!"
"Lin Yu, leave the scallions to me."
"Should I chop them finely or into sections?"
As she spoke, she sidled up to Lin Yu,
rolling up her sleeves as if ready to get to work.
Not bad.
Her attitude when asking for a favor was quite satisfying to Lin Yu.
He dipped his finger in flour and playfully dabbed it on her nose, teasing,
"Alright, I could tell you were up to something the moment you walked in."
"Out with it—what do you need my help with?"
Lin Yu’s perceptiveness didn’t surprise Chi Qingchi.
With her flour-dusted nose, she grinned and said,
"Hehe, I knew I couldn’t hide anything from you, Lin Yu."
"It’s just a teeny-tiny favor I’m hoping you’ll do for me."
Lin Yu took the bait:
"Then tell me, what’s this ‘teeny-tiny’ favor of yours?"
Chi Qingchi pulled out her phone, scrolled through it, and pulled up an image of an anime character.
"Lin Yu, do you recognize him?"
Lin Yu took a closer look:
"Tokyo Ghoul’s... Kaneki Ken?"
Chi Qingchi lit up with excitement:
"Yes, yes! I knew you’d have watched this, Lin Yu!"
"You really have seen everything, huh?"
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow:
"‘Seen everything’... is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Chi Qingchi giggled:
"For now, it is! Anyway, look at this picture—notice anything?"
Lin Yu deadpanned:
"That he’s paler than you?"
Chi Qingchi waved her hands:
"That’s not the point! The point is... he looks just like you, doesn’t he?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Well, if he dyed his hair white... it wouldn’t be too far off.
Chi Qingchi’s way of buttering someone up was far smoother than her sister’s.
Even though he knew it was flattery,
it still felt pretty good to hear.
But then again...
She wanted him to cosplay Kaneki Ken?
At a crowded comic convention? That was downright embarrassing.
So far, he’d skipped many urgent or daily tasks simply because they didn’t suit him.
He could always revisit them later—they weren’t critical to his plans anyway.
But this convention-related request might mean a lot to the little otaku girl.
He’d already been reborn once—why cling to dignity now?
Hadn’t he done plenty of embarrassing things lately?
What was one more?
"Hey, hey, hold off on the compliments."
"Something tells me you’re scheming. Spit it out—what’s the favor?"
"If you don’t say it soon, I’ll really make you chop those scallions!"
Lin Yu pretended not to know, prompting her.
Chi Qingchi held up her phone and said sweetly,
"Lin Yu, here’s the thing..."
"Next Tuesday, there’s a comic convention. I’m the event coordinator for Pingchuan University’s anime club."
"We want to do a Kaneki Ken cosplay, and you’re our top pick!"
"Could you free up your Tuesday for us?"
"I’ll owe you a million favors—anything you need, just say the word!"
"Pleaaase..."
Tch.
"Top pick"?
The way Chi Qingchi sweet-talked him was almost like his own tactics.
Whether he agreed or not, she’d already laid on the praise thick.
As if rejecting her would mean losing the "perfect candidate" for the role.
Ah, well.
For that last promise alone, it was worth saying yes.
"Tuesday... I am free, but what about the costume and accessories..."
Of course, Lin Yu didn’t actually care about that.
He just didn’t want to make it too easy for her.
"We’ll handle it all!"
"I brought a measuring tape—let me get your measurements now."
"There’s a shop at Spring Plaza—our club can buy everything today!"
"The anime club’s got plenty of funding, you know~"
"Lin Yu, let’s consider this settled, okay? Thank you, thank you!"
Chi Qingchi quickly sealed the deal,
afraid Lin Yu might have second thoughts if she hesitated.
...
Before long.
The restaurant gradually grew livelier.
Aunt Qimeng, Chi Qingshui, and Ye Mengfu arrived one after another.
Lin Yu greeted them warmly:
"No one needs to help—just take your seats and wait."
"This breakfast was specially prepared for..."
"You all!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! A breakfast and affectionate greeting prepared especially for your cultivation partners sends their love surging!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move…]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move…]
A simple sentence.
Yet it swept through the three cultivation partners present.
Aunt Qimeng managed her expression fairly well.
In contrast, Chi Qingshui and Ye Mengfu wore their youthful nervousness plainly on their faces.
Such wonderful days were becoming more and more delightful!
After a few more minutes,
the restaurant grew several times livelier.
Tang Yimian, Xia Yiwei, and Maomao, having finished freshening up, also arrived.
Though they had all lived together in the same apartment for quite some time,
mornings as bustling as this were rare.
The women didn’t exchange words,
yet they could faintly sense
that only Lin Yu had the "charisma"
to gather so many at once.
Lin Yu had indeed said no help was needed,
but Aunt Qimeng still stepped forward, dutifully picking up a stack of bowls:
"Xiao Yu, let me help you."
"After we eat, don’t worry about cleaning up—I’ll take care of it."
As she spoke,
Aunt Qimeng glanced at Lin Yu.
Just one glance.
Yet Lin Yu immediately noticed something unusual.
This look from Aunt Qimeng…
Meant something was up!
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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?"
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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?"
