Ying'er, that little troublemaker, could come up with all sorts of ridiculous ideas.
Had she rallied more than one girl to team up and prank him?
Lin Yu pretended not to notice, continuing to walk forward nonchalantly.
He was genuinely curious to see what kind of scheme Ying'er had cooked up this time!
As he approached Ying'er's door,
Lin Yu deliberately slowed his steps.
Just as expected,
the next moment,
Ying'er's door suddenly swung open!
Three figures rushed out from the room, charging straight at Lin Yu...
"Surprise!!"
"Confetti!!"
Knowing full well there was an "ambush" waiting, Lin Yu still had to put on an exaggerated look of shock—quite the acting challenge.
But if he stayed too calm, it would feel like a letdown for Ying'er and the other two girls after all their preparations.
As they shouted "Confetti!",
shredded pieces of paper were tossed into the air from their hands, giving Lin Yu an impromptu "snowfall" moment.
Lin Yu patted his chest, steadying his breath as if recovering from a fright.
Then,
glancing at Ying'er, Little Fufu, and Maomao, he cracked a helpless smile.
"You two—corrupted by Ying'er already? Going all out with the theatrics, huh?"
"Confetti... since when do people throw paper scraps, and white ones at that?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Maomao: "!!!"
Mo Shangying: "???"
Lin Yu: "..."
As Lin Yu had guessed,
only Ying'er could dream up such a harebrained idea.
And with the "no-opinion duo" around, they naturally went along with it.
"Shifu, you’re so mean," Ying'er pouted.
"What do you mean 'corrupted by me'? I’m a perfectly proper... young lady."
Lin Yu's pupils shrank: "!!!"
That deliberate pause and emphasis—what was she trying to imply?
Others might not get it,
but Lin Yu knew exactly what she meant.
Ying'er really had no filter!
Bullying the other two for not understanding, huh?
Turns out,
only Maomao was truly clueless.
Still blinking innocently,
she even felt a little guilty about the "white confetti" mishap.
Ye Mengfu, however, froze in instant comprehension, sneaking a glance at Lin Yu’s reaction.
That said,
Little Fufu didn’t overthink it.
She knew Ying'er’s personality was just like this—
her mouth often running wilder than anyone could handle.
Right now, Ye Mengfu’s mind was racing with one thought:
Lin Yu had said, "Don’t let Ying'er lead you astray," and now Ying'er was dropping those kinds of hints...
Would Lin Yu forbid her from hanging out with Ying'er from now on?
Ying'er was her only close friend—she couldn’t afford to lose her!
So,
Ye Mengfu silently prayed for Ying'er to just stop talking.
Please, don’t let Lin misunderstand...
"I—I’ll clean up," Ye Mengfu murmured, then immediately darted back into the room.
Moments later,
she returned with a broom and dustpan she’d prepared earlier.
Lin Yu brushed off the paper scraps and took the broom from Little Fufu.
With a grin at the girls, he said,
"Message received, thanks!"
"You must’ve watched Little Chi’s livestream, right?"
"Comic cons sound fun—we should all go together next time."
Hearing Lin Yu’s gratitude, the three girls visibly relaxed.
Led by Ying'er, the hallway soon erupted into lively chatter.
Ying'er: "Shifu, you’re amazing! That song was so hard, but you made it look effortless!"
Maomao: "So impressive. Yet another hidden talent of Yu’s uncovered."
Ye Mengfu: "Congratulations... on winning the award."
Maomao: "Well-deserved."
Ying'er: "Master, you were cosplaying Kaneki Ken singing 'Unravel' at the venue—bet you didn't know someone was cosplaying you in my room!"
Maomao couldn't help but glance at Little Fufu: "..."
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Is this something you just say out loud?
Wait—
More like, how could you say it like this?
Ye Mengfu had only quietly hummed a few lines.
It hardly counted as cosplay, right?
Hearing this said right in front of Lin Yu made her face burn, her heart race, and her eyes dart away from his gaze.
Lin Yu smirked knowingly and remarked with playful implication:
"Oh? Little Fufu imitated me? Then... she must’ve done it better than anyone else."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—a sweet insinuation only a saint and his dao companion could understand, filling her heart with joy!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Lin Yu's words...
Were they praising her?
Though just a simple line, it sent waves of warmth through Ye Mengfu’s chest.
So much so that
she almost wanted to tell him again... that she’d fully recovered.
Seizing the moment, Ying'er delivered another assist, grinning as she added:
"Master, you’ve got good taste on this one."
"Little Fufu’s singing skills? Not a bit worse than yours."
"Maomao and I got to hear it live—too bad you missed out~"
Ah, Ying'er was still too young.
Lin Yu might not have heard Little Fufu imitate his singing in a group setting,
but he usually got private performances.
Tonight, the three of them had gathered to watch Lin Yu’s livestream together—
clearly, Ying'er had orchestrated this.
Neither of the other two had the social initiative to pull it off.
Lin Yu shifted gears, his tone laced with meaning as he continued:
"What a shame. Guess I’ll have to catch it at the next gathering."
"Ying'er, don’t forget to invite me next time—I’ll be there."
"And... thanks for today."
"For the flower toss, and for rallying everyone to watch me sing."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—deciphering your dao companion’s unspoken thoughts, leaving her deeply moved!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu’s genuine words
pierced through Ying'er’s cheeky exterior, touching the earnestness beneath.
Just two simple sentences
made her feel every effort to surprise him was utterly worth it.
Because he was worth it.
Not wanting to play favorites,
Lin Yu racked his brain for something to say to Maomao.
Yet
the moment he looked over—
Maomao stood with her left arm raised, right hand supporting the elbow,
striking a pose like Ultraman charging a beam.
Or a primary schooler eagerly waiting to answer a question.
Lin Yu: "..."
This formal?
Definitely not small talk.
His curiosity spiked—what could Maomao possibly want to say?
Lin Yu shot her a look,
signaling she could speak freely.
But
Maomao remained dead serious, utterly unresponsive.
With a sigh, Lin Yu broke the silence:
"Student..."
"Free discussion time now—no need to wait for the teacher to call on you."
"Got some personal congratulations for me?"
Finally granted permission, Maomao blurted out eagerly:
"Yu, it’s not congratulations I want to say."
"I actually have a surprise to show you..."
Lin Yu: "Oh? Thank you! What is it?"
Maomao: "Aunt Ruxue!"
Lin Yu: "???"
...
(First update today—two more chapters coming soon!)
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?"
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...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
