As the shuttle bus departed from the convention venue,
Lin Yu glanced back at the vast hall, then looked around at the lively and joking passengers inside the bus.
Life really seemed to be treating him well.
Today felt like a brief interlude in his life.
Amidst his busy schedule, he had unexpectedly stumbled into a world of “little monsters.”
Though the time was short, it left behind a beautiful memory.
Not bad at all—this group of anime-loving boys and girls...
...
The shuttle bus stopped at the same spot where Lin Yu and Little Chi had originally boarded.
If a girl became serious and alert, she really wouldn’t find any loopholes.
“Little Chi, at least we went through some tough times together with the vice president, right?”
“So what if he’s seeing us off at the doorstep? He doesn’t seem like the type to secretly follow you!”
“Sometimes, your suspicious nature really needs to be fixed.”
“After walking all this extra way, have you ever thought about the ‘hero’s’ feelings?”
“Well, I’m at least the hero of the day, right?”
Lin Yu, holding bags and packages, grumbled with a sour expression.
Chi Qingchi, on the other hand, lightly bounced along.
Like a schoolkid leaving class—happy and carefree.
Back at the apartment.
Anyone who dared to make the “future sect leader” do this kind of thing? Little Chi was definitely one of a kind!
Listening to Lin Yu’s complaints,
Chi Qingchi reasoned with solid arguments:
“Hey, hey, hey, since we decided to pretend from the start, we have to stick to it till the end.”
“If the vice president finds out now that we deliberately chose a different neighborhood as our boarding spot from the beginning,”
“What would he think of us? What would he take us for?”
“Let me say it again: it’s because we know he’s a good person.”
“That’s why when we show our stance, we can’t have even the slightest hesitation.”
“A good person... shouldn’t be baited.”
Lin Yu: “...”
No denying it.
When it came to twisting logic, Little Chi really had a knack for it.
Lin Yu found it hard to find any point to argue against in this matter.
Except for one thing...
“Don’t ‘we-we’ me, I never intended to deceive the vice president in the first place.”
“Do you know how Brother Hao managed to throw so accurately?”
“If he had been even a little off, Xiao Ou definitely wouldn’t have made it to the performance on time.”
“It made me all fired up. Little Chi, you...”
“What are you looking at? So absorbed!”
Lin Yu said, fully engaged.
When he turned around, he saw Little Chi holding her phone, grinning foolishly.
Little Chi was tapping away on her phone nonstop,
muttering complaints:
“Lin, you’re so cold-hearted. I noticed your phone hasn’t made a sound at all.”
“The apartment group chat has been talking about you nonstop.”
“Did you mute the apartment group chat?”
Lin Yu: “...”
He indeed selectively muted irrelevant groups.
For example, the class group, the hometown group from Pingchuan, the production resource sharing group... and so on.
But the apartment group chat was never on his mute list.
Any fresh news or new tasks, the apartment group chat was definitely a priority to follow.
The reason it hadn’t made a sound
was because Lin Yu had put his phone on silent before going on stage,
to avoid any messages disturbing his performance.
Hearing this, Lin Yu quickly leaned in closer.
Let’s see what everyone’s chatting about in the group.
“Chen Qimeng: Congratulations to Little Chi, congratulations to the Animation Club, and congratulations to Xiaoyu for winning the Gold Award at the comic convention!”
“Xia Yiwei: That singing was so carefree and smooth, even the patients in the hospital want to jump up and dance along.”
“Shen Buyao: Hahaha, Yiwei is on fire! She really sang well—cured my chronic ingrown toenail!”
“Mao Ruirui: (covering mouth laughing) (covering mouth laughing) Xiaoyu is amazing, Little Chi is mighty!”
“Mo Shangying: Looks like everyone caught the livestream—wonder if you saw my comment?”
“Ye Mengfu: Congratulations (throws flowers)”
“Chi Qingchi: Thanks everyone for the support. I’m escorting Xiao Lin Gongchen home now; everyone, be ready to unfurl welcome banners~”
“Chi Qingshui: They should be on their way back, right? When did Little Chi take my hairpin?”
“Chi Qingchi: @Chi Qingshui, learn to be a less buzzkill big sister.”
“Tang Yimian: (goofy smile) (goofy smile) (goofy smile)”
“Chen Qimeng: (grinning)”
“……”
Lin Yu: “……”
Even though he already knew Little Chi had invited everyone to watch the livestream, Lin Yu still acted like he was just hearing about it.
“Is it really necessary to let everyone know about such a small thing?”
“At least in the apartment, I still have the image of a tough, iron-boned guy.”
“But now…”
“Little Chi, give me back my image, please!”
Chi Qingchi chuckled, pocketing her phone with a triumphant air, hands clasped behind her back.
“Want your image back? How about I return you the twin-exclusive skin instead, Master Photographer?”
“Don’t forget, we still have a photoshoot this afternoon. Your two exclusive models will be me and my sister.”
“A photographer has to pamper their models—no one’s as harsh as you.”
“If you don’t hand in your homework tomorrow, it won’t just be me and you who suffer the consequences.”
“You still don’t know my sister’s temper?”
Lin Yu really wanted to ask—
What kind of temper does the Chi family have?
Silent treatment by burying your head on the desk?
What a joke!
Little Chi really can’t tell the difference between the jokers.
He’s working at the apartment, yet still has to watch whose face he’s making.
After this comic convention event,
Lin Yu realized the closeness between him and Little Chi had already reached nearly eighty percent.
Even so,
the “Double Contract Bond” task trial still hadn’t appeared.
First, he won over the older sister.
When it came to the younger sister, the trial suddenly became much more difficult.
Sure enough, hiding the secret of liking someone within a twin relationship isn’t that easy.
He wondered what other triggers might activate on Little Chi’s side.
Following Little Chi’s lead, Lin Yu continued to flatter her.
“Yes, yes, yes, ladies, you’ll have to work hard this afternoon.”
“Did Big Chi tell you where the photoshoot will be?”
“There’s still time now to go back and take a nap, get some rest.”
“But you probably won’t be able to relax either—editing photos and posting on social media will take at least two hours, right?”
On this point,
Chi Qingchi didn’t argue.
She had the feeling Lin Yu had hit the nail on the head.
It’s not often I get to attend a comic convention—how could I not post a stunning update on my social feed?
……
Before long.
Lin Yu and Chi Qingchi returned to the apartment.
After exchanging a few words, they each went back to their rooms to freshen up and rest.
They agreed to meet in the lobby at 4 p.m.
Lin Yu would lead the two of them to the photo shoot location to work on their assignment.
Lin Yu headed alone back up to the third floor.
Just as he stepped onto the third-floor landing, an alarm bell rang in his mind.
A faint noise by a door caught his attention.
That sound…
It was coming from Ying’er’s room!
Lin Yu pretended not to notice and casually walked forward.
The rustling noises inside Ying’er’s room suggested there was more than one person in there.
……
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
