For the rest of the journey,
Lin Yu borrowed Little Chi's earphones and quietly listened to the four-language version of "Unravel" on his phone.
The dutiful "substitute player" had already started warming up early,
ready to step in whenever the "head coach" ran into trouble and save the team from disaster.
After listening to it a few times,
he realized the song was genuinely hard to sing!
Not only was the pitch absurdly high, but he’d also picked a complicated four-language version.
But for Lin Yu…
[Clear Song Joy Curse]: The secret technique of a songbird!
[Instrumental Harmony Theory]: The secret technique of musical theory!
[Ten Thousand Tongues]: The secret technique of foreign languages!
At this moment,
he fully demonstrated what it meant to have many skills under one’s belt.
You never knew when they might come in handy.
Still,
on second thought,
the idea of singing "sowaka yo~" in front of so many young people gave Lin Yu a bit of a headache.
This time, it wasn’t "Pleasant Goat," but it wasn’t far off.
Could he really be debuting like this?
The minibus stopped in the outdoor parking area of the convention venue.
Everyone got off, gathered their things, and headed toward the nearest back entrance of the venue.
Before leaving,
Zhao Yuhao didn’t forget to place the "Pingchuan University Anime Club" sign on the minibus’s windshield,
so no one would lose track of their "home base" during breaks or when leaving later.
Not far away, in another parking spot,
a similarly sized minibus also unloaded a group of young boys and girls.
Lin Yu recognized it at a glance—it was the "Pingchuan Normal University Anime Club" school bus.
The reason he recognized it was…
A flashy red banner hung at the front of the bus,
with the words: "Nine Gold Medal Winners: Pingchuan Normal University Anime Club!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
So flashy?
This is the champion team!
What caught Lin Yu’s attention even more was Little Chi’s expression.
Before the other group had even stepped off their bus, she stopped in her tracks,
wearing a "you’re dead" glare as she stared at their rivals’ vehicle.
Seeing this,
Lin Yu instantly understood.
This was pure, unfiltered "enemy club" energy.
Just as Lin Yu expected,
from within the "enemy club" crowd,
a tall, oval-faced girl with a high ponytail, dressed in a light blue sailor uniform, locked eyes with Chi Qingchi.
Noticing Chi Qingchi staring back, the girl smiled sweetly, handed her bag to a club member,
then clasped her hands behind her back and skipped cheerfully toward them.
The members around Little Chi hesitated, unsure whether to leave.
Chi Qingchi forced a smile and waved them off, saying,
"You guys go ahead. I’ll just say hello and catch up soon."
"Vice President, take everyone inside first. Lin Yu, stay with me."
Hearing this,
Zhao Yuhao’s disappointment was written all over his face.
How he wished he were the one being asked to stay…
Lin Yu sighed inwardly:
Ah.
Oh, fate, you cruel mistress~
He’d thought Brother Hao had truly moved on.
Turns out,
he was just enduring in silence.
Even so,
the vice president quickly responded,
"Got it. We’ll meet up at the third-floor gathering spot."
With that,
the rest of the club members waved and left the scene.
The sailor-uniform girl soon arrived, greeting them enthusiastically:
"Hey, Little Chi, long time no see."
"Looks like I’ll have to congratulate you in advance again today!"
She clasped her hands in front of her, the picture of an innocent, well-mannered girl, her smile disarmingly charming.
Lin Yu, standing to the side, was baffled.
Starting with congratulations upon meeting—was this some kind of insider greeting?
Meanwhile, Chi Qingchi,
clearly,
was not the least bit moved by the other girl’s "congratulations."
In fact… she seemed furious?
Little Chi took a step back, pointing at the girl with a fierce (yet adorable) expression:
"Xiang Tiange, today… you’re going down!"
"We’re going to tear that banner of yours to shreds and show you what a real performance looks like!"
"Take your ‘ten gold medals’ dream and shove it!"
Lin Yu’s nostrils quivered: "!!!"
Oh no, hold it in, hold it in.
Can’t laugh now!
The boss lady is throwing down!
Pfft—
Soon,
Lin Yu understood why Little Chi had suddenly gone on the offensive.
The girl named Xiang Tiange wasn’t the least bit fazed by Chi Qingchi’s outburst.
She shrugged and said breezily,
"Three months ago, at the West District convention, you said the exact same thing, Little Chi."
"Nine losses in two years… honestly, I don’t even know how to comfort you."
"Guess I’ll just have to congratulate you in advance for winning ‘silver’ again~"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
666666…
Gotta take notes on this one!
What a masterclass in passive-aggression!
And Little Chi’s quick reflexes in countering—she’s no slouch either.
If this were two guys, it’d probably just be—
Guy 1: Wu Jing finger-point!
Guy 2: Yamamoto!
Guy 1: Great Mage Liu Haizhu!
Guy 2: Tian Wenjing!
Compared to these two anime girls, their exchange was far more refined.
Chi Qingchi, who rarely ever lost face,
now found herself red-cheeked and at a disadvantage.
After all,
a nine-loss streak wasn’t exactly something to brag about.
She could only huff and mutter irritably,
"Hmph, quack quack quack, we'll see about that."
Xiang Tiange wasn’t the least bit angry:
"Sure thing, silver medalist."
"Seems like we’ve never shaken hands before, have we?"
As he spoke, Xiang Tiange extended his hand.
Chi Qingchi didn’t budge an inch, even taking a step back:
"Have you ever seen someone go to a funeral home and shake hands with a corpse?"
Lin Yu’s nostrils and pupils trembled in unison: "!!!"
Damn, Qingchi, is that you?!
Spitting straight fire with those proverbs, huh? Hahahaha…
…
Under Chi Qingchi’s lead, Lin Yu entered the third floor of the venue.
Inside, rows of rooms served as rest areas for each exhibition team.
In the hallway—
"HAHAHAHA!"
"Have you ever seen someone go to a funeral home and shake hands with a corpse?!"
"BAHAHAHA!"
"……"
Lin Yu’s internal glee finally burst out uncontrollably into loud, unrestrained laughter.
Chi Qingchi’s face flushed red as he chased after Lin Yu, fists flailing:
"You little shit, Lin Yu, cut it out already!"
"Stop laughing! What else was I supposed to say back there?!"
"Who shakes hands with the enemy? I’d lose all my street cred!"
The chase ended at the third-floor restroom entrance.
Lin Yu waved a "truce" gesture and quickly said:
"Alright, alright, no more laughing."
"Gotta take a leak. Wanna join?"
Chi Qingchi launched into the air, delivering a swift kick:
"Go eat shit!"
Lin Yu dodged with a nimble spin, grinning as he slipped into the men’s room.
But the moment he spotted the guy unzipping at the far urinal, his smile froze.
"What a coincidence, Vice President… you here to pee too?"
…
(Bonus chapter delivered! Just 59 more "Power-Ups" until the next one. Keep grinding tomorrow—thanks for the love!)
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
