"Oh, seems like I never mentioned it."
"Would 10 AM work? Xiaoxiao will be home all morning and won't be going to the shop."
"If it's too early, we can adjust to whatever time is convenient for you, Little Yu."
Mao Ruirui replied helplessly.
She completely failed to bring it up!
This wasn’t what she wanted to talk about at all!
"10 AM is fine!"
"Ruirui-jie, I’ll wait for you at the side entrance of the complex then?"
"It’s easier to get a taxi there. What do you think?"
Lin Yu said with a smile.
Mao Ruirui nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Judging by Little Yu’s tone,
it seemed like he had completely shaken off the earlier gloom.
He looked no different from when he’d arrived.
Bringing it up again now probably wouldn’t do any good.
What if…
it just made things awkward between them? Wouldn’t that mean she’d hurt Little Yu twice in a row?
Mao Ruirui suppressed the stubborn thoughts in her heart and decided to drop the subject for now.
But as they ran,
the memory of the two of them hugging and kissing just moments ago—now acting as if nothing had happened—
inevitably made her feel a little aggrieved.
That… had been her first kiss!
And it must have been Little Yu’s first kiss too, right?
Her clumsy words had completely ruined the experience for both of them.
How could she not feel frustrated and wronged?
In truth, Lin Yu understood exactly how Mao Ruirui felt.
Having dealt such a harsh blow earlier, he knew he had to offer some sweetness in return.
How could he let the kind-hearted "oxygen sister" start her day weighed down by guilt?
On their way back after the run,
most of the street vendors had already set up their stalls.
"Ruirui-jie, wait here for a sec."
"I’m going to buy something. I’ll be right back."
Mao Ruirui obediently stood by the roadside, watching.
She noticed Lin Yu heading straight for a small shop across the street that sold homemade burgers.
Eating a burger right after exercising?
She rarely saw anyone do that.
Personally, she would never eat such a high-calorie breakfast.
But…
if Little Yu bought one for her, she’d definitely eat it today.
Before long,
Lin Yu came rushing back.
To her surprise, he hadn’t bought any food.
Instead, he returned with two drinks—one cold, one warm.
Oh.
They’d finished the water they’d brought.
Little Yu must be thirsty.
"Ruirui-jie, this is your lemon water, no ice."
"I prefer mine cold—it’s more refreshing."
"Their lemon water is really good. I drink it often."
"It tastes a lot like the one you brought. Give it a try."
Mao Ruirui took the plastic cup with a smile.
"Thanks, Little Yu. I should’ve brought some lemon water for you to try today."
"I wasn’t sure if you liked lemon, so I just brought plain water for you."
"My thermos… huh?"
Mid-sentence,
she realized something odd.
Her thermos was an opaque sports bottle.
During their entire run, she’d never mentioned the lemon water.
So how did Little Yu know she was drinking lemon water?
And that it tasted similar?!
Could it be…?!
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Such an ambiguously flirtatious remark has stirred your dao companion’s heart once more!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu was secretly thrilled.
Indeed,
Mao Ruirui wasn’t wrong.
After such a long, intimate exchange,
the distinct taste of lemon would naturally linger.
Mao Ruirui might seem a bit slow, but her mind worked fast.
If not for the system’s notification,
Lin Yu had another script ready to keep dropping hints until she caught on.
Seeing Mao Ruirui freeze on the spot, her brain short-circuiting again,
Lin Yu took the straw from her hand, peeled off the plastic wrapper, and gently inserted it into her cup for her.
"Ruirui-jie, thank you for giving me a lemon-flavored memory."
"I think I’ll remember it for a long time."
"You shouldn’t forget it either. Make sure to revisit it often."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu held Mao Ruirui’s hand and guided the straw to her lips, feeding her like a doting caretaker.
Seeing Lin Yu’s radiant smile,
Mao Ruirui couldn’t help but smile back.
Today’s lemon water…
wasn’t sour at all.
It was sweet.
……
After returning to the apartment,
Lin Yu didn’t rush to prepare breakfast today.
Aunt Qimeng had specifically reminded him yesterday—
she’d be making breakfast and wanted him to come downstairs at 7:30 AM to eat.
Lin Yu wasn’t the type who loved cooking.
Though he’d mastered quite a few recipes, he was still too lazy to bother most days.
Only when everyone was around would he occasionally whip up a dish to earn some Spirit Stones and sect contribution points.
If he had to be a full-time househusband, he’d rather become a "Rainy Night Butcher" instead.
After showering, the timing was perfect.
The familiar chime of the system rang out beautifully once more.
[Ding!]
[Today is another day full of hope!]
[Host, continue exploring the Path of Dual Cultivation! Strive to become the pillar of our sect!]
Lin Yu blow-dried his hair halfway and comfortably browsed through the system interface.
Compared to the previous day,
there were quite a few changes.
The most noticeable were three new missions:
[1. Solo Challenge (Urgent Mission New): The elder of the Medicine Hall is deeply concerned about the impending visit of a formidable enemy from an external sect. The Holy Son’s assistance is required to devise a strategy and safely navigate the crisis.]
[2. Oath of Loyalty (Urgent Mission New): An outer sect disciple understands that the impending enemy’s visit is her fault, yet she remains utterly loyal to the sect. She beseeches the Holy Son for protection to overcome this trial.]
[3. Ailment of Weakness (Urgent Mission New): The Talisman Master of the Harmony Sect, Ye Mengfu, worked late into the night drawing talismans and caught a chill from the rain. Her condition stems from weakened qi and bodily coldness. The Holy Son is requested to aid her recovery.]
The first two missions,
though originating from Xia Yiwei and Maomao respectively,
actually pertained to the same event.
Handling both at once meant double rewards—definitely a good deal.
But what truly caught Lin Yu’s attention was the third one!
Little Fufu caught a cold?!
Stayed up too late drawing last night?
At this revelation,
Lin Yu couldn’t be bothered with the other details.
He immediately rushed to his bedside, grabbed his charging phone, and video-called Little Fufu.
"Ring-ring-ding-dong, ring-ring-ding-dong!"
"……"
The call rang for a long time before it was finally answered.
On the screen, Little Fufu was wrapped in a blanket, propped up against the headboard.
Her slightly disheveled hair suggested she’d just tried to tidy up.
"Little Fufu, what’s wrong?"
"I was going to ask you to come downstairs for breakfast, but you look… unwell?"
Lin Yu’s approach was perfectly natural.
Noticing Ye Mengfu’s discomfort first
would make his visit to her room seem entirely reasonable.
……
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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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
