Lin Yu seized the opportunity, spreading his arms to pull Tang Yimian into his embrace.
The cool, damp sensation once again sent a jolt through his nerves.
"Senior, don’t be scared. Generally speaking..."
"There shouldn’t be crocodiles in the desert. Let me see what it is!"
Only when Lin Yu grabbed her did Tang Yimian snap back to reality.
She froze stiffly beside him, not daring to move a muscle.
Even as Lin Yu turned, she shuffled her feet in tiny steps, maintaining a parallel motion.
At the very least,
she could ensure that under these circumstances, Lin Yu wouldn’t be able to see her.
Lin Yu: "..."
That quick to react?
He hadn’t even had room to maneuver!
If he’d known, he should’ve conjured up a real "Crocodile" instead.
Lin Yu glanced toward the shower area and immediately spotted...
Senior’s hanging sleepwear and the Squirtle-themed underwear set inside!
Speaking of Squirtle,
Lin Yu couldn’t help but recall the time Pikachu went to borrow money from Squirtle and ran into Squirtle’s mom.
Pikachu: "Squirtle, Squirtle, can you lend me some money?"
Squirtle’s mom: "I’m Squirtle’s mom."
Lin Yu quickly shook off the cartoonish imagery of the girl’s clothes and looked down at the "crocodile" that had barged into the shipping container.
In shape and size, it matched exactly what he’d imagined—no bigger than a palm-sized trinket, though its flickering tongue was admittedly a bit unsettling.
Scaring adults was pointless, but it worked wonders on timid girls.
Lin Yu grabbed a water bottle from the table and hurled it at the lizard.
To make sure Tang Yimian got a clear view, he deliberately left some space.
The lizard took the hit and scurried away through a gap below.
Lin Yu quickly reassured her:
"Senior, it’s fine! That wasn’t a crocodile—just a lizard!"
"It’s gone now. No need to panic."
Tang Yimian exhaled in relief, slowly releasing Lin Yu’s arm as she tried to put distance between them.
Lin Yu smirked, his back turned to her.
Thinking it was over?
No.
This was only the beginning.
In a dust-choked no-man’s-land, finding a slightly longer snake was perfectly normal, right?
"Hsss... hssssss..."
Just as Tang Yimian was about to step away from Lin Yu,
the distinct sound of a serpent’s hiss echoed through the container.
Lin Yu almost wondered if the snake was wearing a microphone—
how else could it be this loud?!
"AHHH!!"
Another shriek exploded right beside him.
This time, Tang Yimian showcased her flexibility and agility in full force.
In her panic,
she leaped up and clung to Lin Yu’s neck like a koala.
The only regret?
She’d jumped from the side, hooking her legs around him from the opposite direction.
Had she gone for a frontal leap...
well, that would’ve been next-level.
Even so,
Lin Yu cupped the soft "buns" beneath her to keep her from slipping.
Now was the time to flex his masculinity.
A puny venomous snake? Pathetic!
Holding Tang Yimian in this awkward position, Lin Yu sidestepped twice, scanning for the snake he’d planted.
Lin Yu: "???"
Where’s the snake?
What kind of snake trick is this?!
Tang Yimian whimpered miserably into his ear:
"Wuwuwu... Lin Yu, it’s on my waist!"
"It bit me! Save me..."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
His hand shot to her waist, expertly snatching the venomous snake mid-bite!
Once he had it in his grip, frustration and fury took over. He whipped the snake against the container floor like a lash—
cracking it against the metal until sparks flew and the sound of violent thrashing filled the air.
After dozens of strikes, once the snake lay utterly motionless, Lin Yu tossed it aside.
This damn snake... even wore glasses?!
He was tempted to yank it back up and demand answers:
Why bite her waist and not somewhere else?!
What kind of nonsense is this?!
Are we writing a novel here?!
Worried the plot isn’t spicy enough?!
Suppressing his indignation, Lin Yu urgently turned to Tang Yimian:
"Senior, this is bad!"
"It’s a cobra—venomous!"
He was just stating facts.
What to do next?
Well, that was up to her.
But Tang Yimian was in no state for rational thought.
The moment she heard "cobra," her mind blanked with terror.
"Wuwu... there’s no hospital in no-man’s-land, right...?"
"Lin Yu, am I... am I going to die?"
"What do I do? There’s so much I haven’t done... I’ve never taught sixth grade, never been to Dali, never climbed Mount Tai... I’ve never even had a boyfriend!"
"I don’t wanna die, wuwuwu..."
Listening to her tearful lament, Lin Yu was at a loss.
Call her brave? She was terrified of dying from a snakebite.
Call her cowardly? Her dreamworld hadn’t collapsed even at death’s door.
He’d hoped she’d suggest the solution herself,
but given her state, that wasn’t happening.
Lin Yu carried her to the single bed, sitting down with her still clinging to him.
"Senior, don’t panic. Actually—"
Before he could finish,
THUD!
Tang Yimian flopped onto the bed with a look of utter resignation.
"Lin Yu, don’t bother comforting me."
"I know the basics."
"A cobra bite kills you in as fast as thirty minutes, or a few hours at most."
"The only cure is antivenom, and there’s no way we’ll find it in time."
"Bandaging, disinfecting, stopping the bleeding, sucking out venom... none of it matters. It’ll just make things more painful."
"I... I’m already a dead woman."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Since when do elementary school teachers know this much?!
Call her professional? She mistook a lizard for a crocodile.
Call her unprofessional? She knows cobras are lethal.
For a moment,
Lin Yu was stumped.
Her move had completely derailed his plan!
He’d envisioned the cliché drama scenario:
"Senior, stay still—I’ll suck the venom out. You’ll be fine..."
Now? The road was blocked.
And here she was—
a living, breathing vision sprawled before him.
Every curve, every slope, every smooth contour...
Even in a dreamworld, the visual impact was devastating.
His "ice pop" instantly re-froze!
The obvious tent in his towel was impossible to miss from Tang Yimian’s supine position.
"Lin Yu..."
Her weak whisper made it sound like the venom was already taking effect.
Pure delusion!
Even a real bite wouldn’t act that fast.
"Senior, I’m here."
Lin Yu responded hastily, only then noticing her gaze.
He hunched slightly, trying to downplay the "ice pop’s" prominence.
"Don’t blame yourself. I’m the one who dragged you into this."
"Having you with me in my final moments... I’m happy."
"You’ve already seen everything... touched everything..."
"If there’s anything else you want to do... go ahead."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Wait—seriously?!
Searching everywhere for an opening, only for it to fall into his lap?
This was almost too easy!
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."
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
