A small sticker pushed their intimacy level up to 18%!
Just one more round of small gifts, and they’d reach the next level.
Isn’t this better than tipping those borderline streamers?
"Xiao Fu, there’s something I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was afraid it might be too forward..."
Lin Yu frowned, looking troubled.
Having just received two gifts from him, Ye Mengfu naturally didn’t stop him from speaking.
She nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Lin Yu seized the moment, switching into his rational persona:
"Xiao Fu, you might not know this, but I’m a bit of a neat freak."
"You can probably tell from my room and study."
"If there’s dust or anything dirty, it really bothers me."
"In the bedroom, I always wear pajamas."
"Because sitting on the bed in outdoor clothes might bring in dust and bacteria."
"Those are... outdoor clothes you’re wearing, right?"
Any normal person hearing this would immediately think:
This is way too damn forward!
And if you really think about it, Lin Yu’s logic doesn’t hold up.
A neat freak? No outdoor clothes in the bedroom?
But didn’t you just waltz into Xiao Fu’s bedroom in your outdoor clothes and plop down like it was nothing?
Oh, so the neatness only applies to your own room?
Selective cleanliness, huh?
But these glaring inconsistencies didn’t matter.
What mattered was how the listener felt...
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Lin Yu’s series of actions after entering the study had firmly established his image.
Especially after the sticker incident, he’d subtly shifted from "just some guy" to "a friend."
And when it came to friends, Ye Mengfu was all heart—100% considerate of their feelings.
Sitting on a friend’s bed in outdoor clothes, only to later find out they had a cleanliness obsession...
Oh god!
Ye Mengfu was instantly hit with a wave of "I’m the worst."
Who was being forward here? She was the one being inappropriate!
And being called out by Lin Yu made it even more mortifying!
He must’ve been genuinely uncomfortable to bring it up, right?
Ye Mengfu wanted to vanish into the floor, her guilt overwhelming:
"I’m sorry..."
"I... I..."
"I’ll sit on the chair..."
Her nerves were so fried she could barely string words together.
She meant to tell Lin Yu she’d sit on the chair from now on.
But then it hit her—even if she switched to the chair, she’d already sat on the bed.
Lin Yu hadn’t expected his little speech to work so well on the artist.
Seizing the opportunity, he doubled down on the persona:
"It’s fine, it’s fine. Sitting with Shangying will help you relax."
"There’s only one chair, and it’s not comfortable. I’ll take it."
"Being in an unfamiliar room, sitting next to a friend makes you feel safer—I get it."
Ye Mengfu’s eyes instantly welled up.
Oh god.
Lin Yu was worried about her feeling unsafe.
Meanwhile, she’d been judging him with all kinds of assumptions from the moment she walked in.
This was too much—she was about to cry!
With the mood perfectly set, Lin Yu finally revealed his hand, hesitantly suggesting:
"Actually, there’s another way..."
"Shangying’s asleep right now, right?"
"You could take the sketchpad back to your room and, uh, ‘while you’re at it,’ change into pajamas."
"Of course, if it’s too much trouble, you don’t have to."
"I’m sure you’re a clean person, Xiao Fu. Your outdoor clothes are probably spotless!"
After all that buildup, he’d finally reached the main point.
This time, Lin Yu didn’t frame it as a demand—he gave her a "choice."
But let’s be real: there was no choice.
He expected Ye Mengfu to immediately agree and dash back to her room.
Instead...
Ye Mengfu fidgeted with her fingers, her voice dropping again:
"Don’t... don’t need to go back."
Lin Yu’s pupils shook: "???"
What?
Did he misread the situation?
Is changing into pajamas that hard?
Ye Mengfu took a shaky breath and finished:
"...Can change here."
Lin Yu: "???"
No need to go back? Can change here?
It took him a few seconds to process.
Holy hell.
So she’s wearing pajamas under her clothes?
What kind of "anti-heat planet" person does that?
Who are you guarding against so fiercely?!
Lin Yu put on an enlightened expression and quickly said:
"Ohhh~ I see."
"I’ll step out. You can change in the study."
"Just put your clothes... in this bag."
He grabbed a tote bag and handed it to Ye Mengfu.
This time, he switched back to a direct instruction—no room for debate.
Alone in the study, Ye Mengfu bit her finger nervously.
What was she even saying?
Lin Yu had clearly said she could go back to her room.
That would’ve been fine!
But her guilt and nerves made her blurt out that she could change right here.
Their relationship wasn’t at the level where she could strip down in his bedroom!
But the words were already out.
Backtracking now would be downright disrespectful to Lin Yu.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—the Joy Sect’s charm couldn’t even resist your belt-loosening request!]
[Reward: 40 Spirit Stones.]
In the bedroom, Lin Yu grinned like the damn Dragon King.
A little tracksuit? As if that could stop him.
Legs—come here!
...
Just before the 4 PM match started—
"Ow!"
Mo Shangying jolted awake with a yelp.
"Who pinched my arm?!"
Pouting, she turned to Ye Mengfu sitting by the bed.
Blinking, she stared curiously:
"Huh? Xiao Fufu, why’d you change clothes?"
"I thought you were wearing..."
Ye Mengfu sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly at a loss for words.
When she’d agreed to Lin Yu earlier, she’d only thought about his preferences.
She hadn’t considered how to explain this to her best friend.
Luckily, Lin Yu stepped in smoothly:
"Xiao Fu looked overheated, so I told her to go change into pajamas in her room."
"You’re dressed for summer, but you didn’t even think about her, huh? Some best friend!"
"And you, ‘too-excited-to-sleep’—if I hadn’t woken you, were you planning to just watch the replay tomorrow?"
Ye Mengfu shot Lin Yu a grateful look. Thank god he’d explained—and emphasized "her room." That detail was crucial!
Mo Shangying scratched her head sheepishly:
"Your bed’s just too comfy, hehe."
"Since Xiao Fufu’s in a nightgown now... get over here!"
"Watching in your arms will be even cozier."
Lin Yu added:
"Xiao Fu, go on up. Don’t let her nag."
After all the emotional whiplash, Ye Mengfu’s resistance toward Lin Yu had faded.
Now, faced with Mo Shangying’s "request" and Lin Yu’s "order," she slowly slid her long legs—still clad in the nightgown—onto the bed...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
