"Whew..."
Run!
"Haah..."
Faster!
"Whew... whew..."
Even faster!
Zhao Yuhao kept his eyes fixed ahead, not daring to slow his pace for even a second. He had entered a state of complete focus.
Whew...
Maybe this was a stroke of luck?
The hallway was nearly empty—everyone had gone to the auditorium to watch the performances.
At least I can sprint without worrying about bumping into anyone.
Sports were never my strong suit.
Just now, we all ran from the first floor up to the third in one go.
Everyone else seemed fine, but my legs are already burning!
Same thing earlier when I was running around the venue promoting Lin Yu’s role.
Just two laps, and I was drenched in sweat.
I really should’ve exercised more. I’m so out of shape—who’d like a guy this weak?
Whew...
This way!
Almost missed it.
Taking the stairs here is faster than the other staircase up ahead.
At least, I think so.
Can’t rush—gotta take the steps one at a time. Can’t afford to trip now.
Second floor!
Almost there, almost there.
Time...
[Countdown: 00:02:57]!
Damn!
That took almost a full minute.
If it were Lin Yu running, she’d probably be way faster.
Back in high school, I used to be pretty quick too. I was much skinnier then.
Why am I thinking about high school now?
Speaking of high school...
I wonder how Wang Xinyue is doing these days?
Ugh, what a scumbag I am!
The person I like now is Little Chi!
How can I still be reminiscing about my first crush?
But then again...
Can I even call that a real relationship?
I guess so.
Even though, in the end, she didn’t choose me.
But they were all wrong about her!
She wasn’t some heartless player.
She was honest with me about her decision—how does that make her the bad guy?
Just a little more.
If only I’d been a little faster that day.
If I’d managed to sneak the "cigarettes and beer" she wanted into school for her, maybe she wouldn’t have gotten so mad and cut me off.
I kinda miss those days.
As a day student, it was the first time in my life a girl actually needed me.
Her dorm room was... 302!
Or was it 301?
Hah.
I thought I’d remember it forever.
But here I am, just a few years later, already fuzzy on the details.
Guess time really does make you forget.
Will I forget Little Chi someday too?
I still remember clearly how Wang Xinyue used to wait by the dorm window for me to toss things up to her from outside.
She always smiled so brightly.
Though later on, I never heard about her smoking or drinking.
Why did she even want cigarettes and canned beer back then?
If I threw them slightly off, she’d get so pissed!
She was just the receiver—she probably didn’t realize canned beer was easier to toss because it was heavier.
Cigarettes were so light, they’d go off course so easily!
What else did I bring her?
Sausages, chicken wraps, burgers, mosquito repellent, sunflower seeds...
Damn!
Now I’m getting hungry.
Shit!
No—this isn’t the time for memories!
There—that door leads to the parking lot...
BANG!
Clatter... THUD!
The moment he pushed the door open, the damp, heavy air rushed at Zhao Yuhao, carried by the pressure difference between the cold rain and the warm indoors.
The slanting downpour quickly soaked his sneakers.
Time...
[Countdown: 00:02:21]!
Zhao Yuhao was surprised.
After all that flashbacking, only thirty seconds had passed.
Without hesitation, he charged into the rain, heading straight for the shuttle bus they’d arrived in.
We can still make it!
......
At a third-floor window.
Lin Yu stood by the glass, her brow furrowed.
"The vice president’s made it downstairs—he’s running toward the shuttle now."
"About a minute and a half has passed..."
At this rate, even if he gets there, finding the guitar strings will take at least another two minutes.
There’s no time left!
Can he really make it?
......
Inside the shuttle bus.
The driver had returned from lunch in the venue cafeteria just fifteen minutes ago.
His entire morning had been dedicated to the Pingchuan University Anime Club.
Now, with a full stomach and a paid nap break, life couldn’t get much better.
Especially with this heavy rain pouring outside!
Blasting the AC in the bus—pure bliss.
It’s a company vehicle anyway—not like he’s paying for gas.
The radio played softly in the background:
"Next up, a song from the drama Next Stop, Happiness."
"I’m sure many of our listeners already know what’s coming."
"For your midday commute, a beautiful melody to accompany your journey."
"Here’s... I Love Her."
Hearing the song title, the driver sat up from his nearly reclined seat and cranked up the volume.
Humming along, he sang:
"Her recklessness lingers~ in a certain train car~"
"The subway’s wind~ heavier than memories~"
"The whole city waits for me~ a love still drifting~"
BANG BANG! BANG BANG!
The violent pounding on the bus door jolted the driver upright.
He turned to check the rearview mirror, where a blurred figure stood in the rain.
"Screech..."
The car door swung open.
A drenched figure scrambled into the vehicle, abandoning any pretense of composure.
"Holy shit! Yu—Yuhao?"
"Why didn’t you bring an umbrella?"
"It’s pouring out here!"
Zhao Yuhao’s breathing was ragged, his words fractured as he gasped for air.
All he could manage was:
"Th…thanks… huff… thanks, driver… for opening the door."
As he spoke,
Zhao Yuhao lunged toward the seat near the entrance.
From above, he yanked down a worn-out backpack.
"Zzzip… Zzzip!"
The zipper tore open.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, vision sharpening through the blur—
…
Drumsticks? No.
Hairpins? Useless.
This?
Nope.
This was Xiao Lie’s 012-053.
This case?
Not it either!
That’s the spare MV USB drive box.
This—
Found it!
Phosphor bronze, 013-056!
Grip it tight… don’t drop it…
Zhao Yuhao, you’re almost there. Just a little more.
Steady your damn hands!
"Driver… huff… you can close the door now!"
(Driver: "Alright, take it easy Yuhao—whoa! Watch out!")
(Clang! Clang! Clang—)
"Tch—!"
Goddammit.
Slipped.
How the hell is it this slick?
How many steps did I just tumble down? Three…?
Wait, that’s not the right word.
Back—ass—ow!
Tears? Really?
How long did I spend running here, digging through that bag?
Time…
[Countdown: 00:00:57]
Pathetic. Can’t even exit a car right.
Thought I could buy Lin Yu a few extra seconds.
Less than a minute left.
Hiss—
I’m just… so ordinary. So… mediocre.
(If that moment could return~ I wouldn’t cry~)
(Let her know I’d be fine~)
It’s because…
I’m average!
I’ll never stand on stage. Never wear a cosplay costume.
But.
That doesn’t mean I can’t do something for her!
(I loved her madly, recklessly~ My dreams shattered hard but I won’t forget~)
(Once believed she was tomorrow~ No matter how cruel~ I’d never wake~)
Someone as plain as me—
Who has time to sit here wallowing?
I don’t need an audience. Don’t give a damn about any of that.
This place…
This damn place—
Is my battlefield.
(Loved her till I crashed into despair~ My heart split open but I won’t forget~)
Screw this… Get up…
Run!
Run!
…
(Second update today—more coming soon!)
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...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
