After some more intimate moments with Chi Qingshui,
Lin Yu quietly slipped back to his own room before Little Chi returned.
Tomorrow was Monday, and he had plans to go shopping with Auntie Qi Meng!
He wondered what Qi Meng was up to tonight—she kept saying she was still out and hadn’t come back yet.
They’d have to wait until tomorrow to discuss where to go for their shopping trip.
Lin Yu had already picked out the top choice and a backup option.
It was just a matter of leaving two choices for Auntie Qi Meng to decide between.
Most of Tuesday would be spent helping Little Chi with the comic convention.
And as for Wednesday—he’d just remembered he had to submit his homework upon returning to school!
Lin Yu was finally getting the real student experience.
Only starting to cram at the last minute, two days before the deadline.
But this time,
he had the confidence to procrastinate without worry.
In the end,
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui settled on a plan.
After Little Chi’s club event on Tuesday, Lin Yu would be responsible for finding a location for their photoshoot.
As a top student, he’d never left homework until the final day before.
This time,
after agonizing over it, Chi Qingshui chose to trust Lin Yu’s preparations.
Back in his bedroom,
Lin Yu took another cold shower.
After today’s battles,
it was finally time to rest.
Tomorrow, he’d have to get up early for his morning run with Mao Ruirui.
Early to rise meant early to bed.
Who would’ve thought—
he’d actually become a well-disciplined young man of the new era!
Before long,
Lin Yu comfortably settled into bed, pulling out his phone to "review his memorials."
A string of red dots represented an avalanche of messages.
In his past life,
even one or two work messages would’ve made him dread opening them.
But now,
he actually hoped for more notifications—each one a chance to experience the lives (or limbs?) of different girls.
The latest message was a reply from Mo Shangying:
「Mo Shangying: Hahaha, this sounds so fun! You want me to play myself?」
「Mo Shangying: No way I’ll slip up, lol. When’s your auntie coming, you dumb cat? Can’t wait!」
「Lin Yu: Not sure yet, but I promise it’ll be even more interesting. Stay tuned!」
「Lin Yu: (evil grin sticker)」
Right after that was a message from Nurse Xia Yiwei:
「Xia Yiwei: Thanks for agreeing to help, little master. You won’t regret it—big rewards coming your way.」
「Xia Yiwei: When the false becomes real, the real becomes false.」
「Xia Yiwei: (cute) Am I a genius or what?」
「Xia Yiwei: Praise me, quick!」
「Lin Yu: Spouting rhymes like that—you studying for grad school?」
「Lin Yu: With the leverage you’ve got on me, how could I refuse?」
Even now,
Nurse Xia still thought she had Lin Yu under her thumb.
Best to let her keep believing that—her cluelessness was too amusing.
Next up,
a message from someone outside the apartment, a new friend he’d nearly forgotten.
The profile pic and username finally jogged his memory.
This was…
that intern teacher from his senior’s circle!
「Fang Xinran: Sorry to bother you, Lin. Hope you don’t mind.」
「Fang Xinran: Do you know what happens when Xiao Wang gets a middle-part haircut?」
「Fang Xinran: Busy right now?」
「Fang Xinran: The answer is—he becomes “Quan.”」
「Fang Xinran: Uh… just saw this joke today.」
Lin Yu: "……"
In the middle of summer, this gave Lin Yu a chill straight to the bones.
Especially seeing how Fang Xinran had waited ten minutes for his reply before answering her own question.
He cringed so hard he nearly folded into himself.
What was Teacher Fang up to tonight?
Surely she wasn’t just sharing a bad joke for no reason?
There had to be more to it!
「Lin Yu: HAHAHAHAHA!」
「Lin Yu: Was doing laundry earlier—missed your message. That joke’s hilarious!」
Ding!
Almost instantly after his second message,
Fang Xinran replied.
Lin Yu was certain—
she hadn’t even seen his second text before she started typing.
「Fang Xinran: Right?? Told you it was funny!」
「Lin Yu: Yeah yeah, totally!」
「Fang Xinran: Okay, going to bed now. You should sleep early too. Goodnight, Lin.」
Lin Yu: "???"
That’s it?
She really just messaged him for a bad joke?!
This intern teacher Fang Xinran was a walking paradox of awkward humor.
Honestly,
Lin Yu didn’t even know where to begin unpacking that.
After sending a quick "goodnight," he gave up trying to make sense of it and moved on.
Next messages:
「Lv Rou: (image of purchased items)」
「Lv Rou: (image of Wu Chuntian’s purchases)」
「Lv Rou: (spreadsheet of expenses and remaining balance)」
「Lv Rou: Lin Yu, I’ve bought everything on your list.」
「Lv Rou: Hope this helps clear up our past misunderstandings.」
「Lv Rou: Let me know if you need anything else.」
Right after Lv Rou’s messages,
there were follow-ups from Wu Chuntian.
"Wu Chuntian: Lin Yu, Rou Rou and I have finished shopping and left everything at the security office under her name."
"Wu Chuntian: You better keep your word—don’t show my video to anyone else."
"Wu Chuntian: (praying hands emoji)(praying hands emoji)(praying hands emoji)"
The messages from the two women couldn’t have been more different.
Sister Huanghuang’s game was leagues ahead of Running Girl’s.
In the workplace, it’s obvious which kind of person a leader would prefer.
But in reality, Wu Chuntian worked just as hard as Lv Rou. Her downfall?
If you don’t know how to report your work, you’ll be stuck toiling in silence!
Do leaders really not know who’s doing more and who’s doing less?
Of course they do!
But once you’re in a leadership position, who wouldn’t favor a subordinate who’s obedient, respectful, and knows their place?
Why show preference to someone who says things like:
"I’m taking the day off to hang out with friends!"
"My work’s done—why should I stay overtime?"
"That’s your email—I’m not writing it for you."
If you think it’s unfair, you just don’t understand the mindset of those in power.
"Lin Yu (to Lv Rou): Thanks for your hard work. I won’t share your photos. Let’s help each other out in the future."
"Lin Yu (to Wu Chuntian): (attached chat with Lv Rou)"
"Lin Yu (to Wu Chuntian): So your payments were combined, right? You’ve worked hard too."
Tsk, tsk.
If subordinates don’t fight among themselves,
how can a leader stay firmly in their seat?
...
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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?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
