At the two windows of the third-floor lounge.
Several heads were crowded against the glass.
All eyes were fixed on the vice president in the pouring rain.
"The 'Wing Chun' group is already on stage. What do we do? Even if the vice president runs back now, we won't make it in time."
"I feel so bad for him—did he just trip?"
"The vice president actually has such a good personality. He even prepared spare guitar strings."
Xiao Ou: "Lin Yu, you guys should head to the exhibition hall now! I’ll leave my part to you. There’s no time left—don’t let me hold everyone back."
Lin Yu stood frozen by the window, pupils trembling in shock.
"W-wait a second..."
"Something’s off..."
"The vice president..."
"He’s running toward the back door?"
"It looks like... he’s coming straight for us!"
The club members gasped in unison: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What the hell?
Was Zhao Yuhao planning to...
Throw it in from the parking lot?!
No way, that’s impossible!
Could he actually pull off [Flying Leaves and Flowers] too?!
No wonder he told them to wait here instead of heading to the exhibition hall. If he could throw it up, it’d be way faster than running through the building.
But the problems were:
Height...
This was the third floor—not some residential building, but a convention center. The lobby ceiling alone was ridiculously high.
Weather...
Even if Zhao Yuhao had the strength, the wind and rain were brutal. Could he even aim properly?
Lin Yu might’ve had the skill, but the vice president? Was this some kind of javelin throw?
If he missed by even a little, the strings would land on the extended roof below—game over.
And the biggest challenge:
Weight...
Guitar strings were way too light to throw that high!
No matter how fired up he was, he couldn’t defy physics, right?
Was the vice president seriously losing it?
......
In the storm.
Huff... Huff...
Just a little faster...
There were so many people at the window, all waiting for him.
Someone as clumsy as him was actually being relied on like this.
Little Chi, oh Little Chi...
It’s not just Lin Yu who can help you.
I... I can do it too.
(Click...)
(The sound of a box opening.)
At the very least...
For these "3 minutes and 47 seconds"...
I’m the protagonist under the spotlight.
(Removes his watch...)
[“Yuhao, if you just put in a little more effort, maybe we could’ve had something~ Buy me two bananas during lunch, okay?”]
[“Dude, you gotta be more assertive with girls! Sometimes when they say they don’t like you, they’re just playing hard to get!”]
[“Ah, Yuhao, you still don’t get it? You’ve gotta spend money on girls to get their attention!”]
[“Oh? Your crush is the twin sister? Guess we’ll have to call her ‘sister-in-law’ from now on… What? Rude? Even you don’t believe in yourself—we’re just hyping you up!”]
[“Yuhao...”]
[“Bro...”]
(Thud!!)
(Stops dead in his tracks near the building.)
This distance.
This angle.
This timing.
Height, rain, wind speed, counterweight...
I really have to thank that girl.
For giving me this chance to help Little Chi!
That problem that stumped me for so long...
Now I know the answer!
If you want to throw something as light as a cigarette up to the third floor...
The best way is...
To tape it to a beer can!!
Now...
FLY!!
......
At the third-floor lounge window.
Whoosh!
Whoosh...
Lin Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief at the object soaring toward them.
Was this... a miracle in real life?!
Perfect force.
Perfect arc.
By the time the guitar strings flew through the window and landed right in front of Lin Yu, their momentum had just vanished—hovering for a split second before dropping.
Lin Yu caught them mid-air.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The countdown on the watch in his hands hit zero.
Lin Yu’s scalp prickled: "!!!"
So...
Zhao Yuhao had accounted for the weight.
By wrapping the strings around his watch and throwing them together.
But even then—
How the hell was this humanly possible?!
No time to dwell on it.
The screams of the fangirls around him drowned out everything else.
"AHHH!! The vice president actually did it!!"
"H-how did he even throw it up here?!"
"Quick, Lin Yu, change the strings!!"
Lin Yu didn’t have time to shout praise at Zhao Yuhao from afar.
He immediately grabbed his tools and started restringing Xiao Ou’s guitar.
Chi Qingchi stood by the window, raising a tiny fist and giving Zhao Yuhao a thumbs-up.
Too bad...
Zhao Yuhao, completely spent after his feat, staggered under the eaves and collapsed onto the ground.
He never saw Little Chi’s gesture.
......
Exhibition Hall.
The combined performance of "Wing Chun" and "Falling Petals’ Sorrow" ended.
It received the loudest applause of the night so far.
As they prepared to exit, Xiang Tiange glanced at the empty side stage, lost in thought.
Then, she turned to the host and said:
"Host, could I have a minute to say a few words to everyone?"
"With so many visitors here today, I’m truly moved."
"I’d like to represent our team and greet you all properly."
The dance troupe members beside her: "???"
What was going on?
The team leader never mentioned an impromptu speech during rehearsal!
The girls exchanged confused looks but had no choice—they returned to their positions, waiting for Xiang Tiange to speak.
......
(Extra chapter delivered! Tomorrow—or rather, next month—we fight on!)
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?"
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.”
