Second floor of the apartment.
Inside Tang Yimian's room.
Scattered across the desk were several handwritten lesson plans, yet to be organized.
The room echoed with the lively music from the convention event.
By the phone stand, two girls were watching intently.
Aside from Tang Yimian, there was another familiar face—Fang Xinran!
The Queen of Dad Jokes, Professor Fang!
However.
At this moment, Fang Xinran wasn’t in the mood for cracking jokes.
She sat cross-legged on a foam mat, hands resting on the chair in front of her.
Like a student attentively listening in class, she focused on Lin Yu’s performance.
Only when the guitar solo kicked in did Fang Xinran suddenly remark:
"Lin Yu… always this intense?"
"Kind of a contrast to his usual image, huh?"
Her accent, as always, was nearly indecipherable to most.
Tang Yimian, long accustomed to it, didn’t even flinch.
Her attention was entirely glued to the live stream on her phone.
Normally, videos would lull her to sleep, but today, she didn’t feel drowsy at all.
"Lin Yu… how should I put it…"
"He has sides to him we don’t usually see…"
Tang Yimian glanced at Fang Xinran mid-sentence.
Noticing the intense stare, she quickly backtracked:
"I-I mean, it’s just a guess! No solid evidence or anything!"
Her earlier words might’ve made it seem like she knew Lin Yu well.
In reality.
She’d only started interacting with him more frequently in recent days.
Who knew so many stories would unfold between them?
Even blurring the lines between reality and dreams.
But in terms of their actual relationship…
At most, they were just close friends now.
Nothing particularly special… right?
Judging by Fang Xinran’s expression, Tang Yimian worried her words might’ve caused unnecessary misunderstandings.
They were meeting Lin Yu together later that evening.
She really hoped no awkwardness would arise and trouble him.
Then.
Fang Xinran calmly said:
"Someone with many sides…"
"The last person like that was probably Duo Mianti from Happy Planet, right?"
"Heh, just a random thought. Don’t mind me."
Tang Yimian: "…"
Overthinking it.
With Fang Xinran’s train of thought, what harm could there possibly be?
…
On the tree-lined path in the neighborhood.
Chi Qingshui strolled leisurely under the shade, phone in hand, earbuds in.
She was walking off her meal after eating at a small restaurant across the street.
Before heading back to the apartment, she wanted to catch Lin Yu’s "debut" stage performance.
Listening to the cheers and shouts from the live stream, Chi Qingshui’s steps lightened, a smile blooming on her face.
At least her little sister had good taste.
Knowing to call in "Brother-in-law" for backup.
If Lin Yu could get along with her sister…
That was a good thing, right?
Maybe by graduation, when it was time to come clean to their parents,
Little Chi could even put in a good word for them.
In the past, Chi Qingshui never understood the "anime" world.
She couldn’t fathom why people would dress in outrageous costumes, wear flashy wigs, and think it looked good.
But now.
Watching Lin Yu on stage, fully decked out as "Kaneki Ken"…
Chi Qingshui suddenly felt that maybe, just maybe, she should try to understand her sister a little more.
Anime character designs weren’t all eyesores…
Lin Yu with white hair? Not bad at all.
However, as she watched, her attention was hijacked by the barrage of comments:
(Holy crap, who is this god-tier guy? Anyone know him? Need his contact info!)
(Is he a hidden gem influencer? Anyone got his socials?)
(Pingchuan University’s anime club FTW! That’s my senior—hope I bump into him!)
(My ears are pregnant, and I think my belly’s next~ Kaneki-chan!)
(…)
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
What’s wrong with these people?
Aren’t they supposed to follow some… comment etiquette or something?
This isn’t etiquette—it’s straight-up harassment!
She tapped open the comment box, typing furiously:
(Even if he’s a guy, you can’t just make crude jokes. Have some decency!)
After hitting send, a notification popped up:
[Comment function temporarily unavailable. Please complete your profile info and try again.]
Chi Qingshui’s brow furrowed: "!!!"
Since when did live-stream apps make commenting this complicated?
Her little sister used to spam comments effortlessly—no hassle like this!
Complete profile info…
The internet’s dangerous these days. How could she just hand out personal details?
But as the flood of shameless comments continued, Chi Qingshui took a deep breath.
Fine. If it’s just profile info…
She’d do it right now!
Today, she’d post at least five… no, ten comments!
…
Inside Wu Bao Ge.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"…"
The handyman hammered away at the leaky doorframe like a demolition crew.
"I swear (redacted expletives)… Master, could you keep it down?"
"Can’t hear the livestream. Pretty please?"
Shen Buyao, unusually meek, made her request.
Originally, the repairs were scheduled for 10 a.m.
But thanks to her oversleeping, work had only started a few minutes ago.
When you’re the one at fault, it’s best to stay polite.
Finding a handyman this patient was rare these days.
The one who helped Shen Buyao find the worker was someone Lin Yu knew well—Big Wang, Wang Biao!
At the moment, Wang Biao stood cheerfully by the computer.
Together with the Shen sisters, they enjoyed "his bro’s" stage debut.
As a former nonconformist herself, Shen Buyao was thoroughly impressed by Lin Yu’s performance.
She smirked proudly at Wang Biao and asked:
"Big Wang, what’s the verdict? How’d Lin Yu do?"
Wang Biao tilted his head, clicking his tongue thoughtfully:
"Dude’s wild!"
Shen Buyao: "…"
"What kind of compliment is that? Sounds borderline insulting!"
Shen Jiuyi calmly added salt to the wound:
"Buyao, can you not handle even a hint of criticism about Lin Yu now?"
Shen Buyao: "…"
Wang Biao: "Heh heh heh…"
Flushing red, Shen Buyao snapped:
"Can we get less noise from the window? Huh?!"
The hammer-wielding handyman: "…"
Why’s it always his fault?
Quieter?
Like… stealth-mode quiet?
…
(Second update today! Next bonus chapter unlocks after 486 more "Power of Love" supports. Keep ‘em coming—bonus chapters incoming soon!)
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!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
