The name of this board game sounds kinda familiar?
And you also have a nickname—Lu Zhanbo?
When Ying'er mentioned the name, Lin Yu already had a mental image.
In his memory, this board game was notorious for putting every player—except the "God" (game master)—through the wringer with tricky questions and brutal punishments!
While others split the earth, Ying'er split the Three Kingdoms!
Seeing Lin Yu's reaction, Ying'er knew he must be thinking of the "original board game" from that TV show.
She quickly clarified:
"Little Yu, it's not like the game from that rom-com drama you're imagining!"
"That game had zero logic in its mechanics, but mine is perfectly balanced!"
"Little Fufu handled the card illustrations;"
"Little Qingchi tested the gameplay;"
"Little Qingshui advised on the Three Kingdoms historical setting;"
"Sister Yaoyao gave input on character skills;"
"Sister Weiwei guided the item and potion designs;"
"Sister Ruirui prototyped the mounts and pets;"
"And Teacher Tang personally wrote all the text!"
"This is a board game our whole apartment collaborated on—its balance, gameplay, and fun factor are through the roof!"
Lin Yu: "???"
So his cultivation partners secretly developed a game behind his back?
Since when?!
Come to think of it…
The only ones left in the dark about this game were…
Him and Aunt Qimeng?
Right then, Aunt Qimeng walked over with the final dish, cheerfully saying:
"Little Yu, let Ying'er have her turn playing God."
"She worked hard on this game—I've read the rulebook many times."
"It's… admittedly complicated."
"But Ying'er promised even clueless newbies can join."
Mo Shangying: "Sister Qimeng, it's 'God,' not 'Heavenly Lord.'"
Chen Qimeng: "Right, right, I keep forgetting."
Lin Yu: "???"
Even Aunt Qimeng knew about it?
Before his rebirth, he really was the apartment's ultimate outsider.
Everyone contributed to designing this game…
Except him.
Talk about being useless!
"Alright, fine, I don’t mind playing."
"So I’m the only one—plus the newcomers—who didn’t know?"
Ying'er shook her head with a mischievous grin:
"Little Yu, to be precise…"
"While you were filming assignments with the Chi sisters, I already roped the newcomers into my game too."
"Oh! Right, right—Aunt Ruxue is just as clueless as you!"
Du Ruxue took the dish from Chen Qimeng and placed it on the crowded dining table.
As she untied her apron, she remarked:
"No worries. Didn’t Mengmeng say unclear rules aren’t a problem?"
"I’m actually excited to play. What kind of game is it?"
"Card game? Drinking game? Truth or Dare? Faction strategy? Or cops and robbers?"
Chen Qimeng gasped in admiration:
"Wow, Mengmeng, how do you know so many games?"
"Do you even have time for gaming while running a company?"
"Are you sure you’re properly managing things?"
Lin Yu nearly gave Aunt Qimeng a thumbs-up.
Exactly!
That’s what he wanted to ask!
Why’s a busy businesswoman studying games?
Still, it was clear Aunt Qimeng felt completely at ease around Du Ruxue.
Even with her mistaken "best friend" He Jing before, she’d never teased or mocked her.
Only with true friends could she be this unrestrained.
Honestly…
Lin Yu felt relieved seeing Aunt Qimeng had such companionship.
Ying'er grew even more animated at Du Ruxue’s response:
"Whoa!!"
"Sister Ruxue, you’re so knowledgeable!"
"My game literally has every mechanic you just listed!"
"Hehe, it’s the ultimate fusion—16 online games, 16 board games, and 16 nightclub games!"
"Guaranteed addictive—you’ll beg for more!"
Du Ruxue’s gaze flicked to Lin Yu.
Without hesitation, she agreed:
"Such an impressive game? I’d love to try it."
"If everyone’s in, so am I."
By "everyone"...
No one seemed opposed.
They were just waiting for Lin Yu’s final approval.
Now Lin Yu understood where Maomao’s competitive streak came from.
That look Du Ruxue gave him? Pure provocation.
Shouldn’t she still see him as "just a kid"?
Why’s she picking fights with a child?!
But Lin Yu wasn’t one to ruin the mood.
He told Ying'er:
"At least let me see the rulebook first?"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! The Holy Son’s support for his cultivation partners’ "array research" thrills them!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones]
Ying'er literally jumped for joy, grabbing her phone:
"Yesss!!"
"Let’s make a game group chat!"
"This’ll be the first time over a dozen people play my game together!"
"I’m so pumped—it’s like my award ceremony!"
"I’ll post the rules in the group. Everyone can skim during dinner."
"But no pressure! Just follow my lead as God when we play!"
For Ying'er’s sake alone, Lin Yu had to agree.
As everyone settled around the extended table, the sheer size of the gathering became undeniable.
Seating arrangement:
(Tea table side) Lin Yu, Chen Qimeng, Du Ruxue, Maomao;
Chi Qingshui (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) Mo Shangying;
Chi Qingchi (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) Ye Mengfu;
Tang Yimian (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) Mao Ruirui;
Fang Xinran (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) (dishes) Chang Xiaoxiao;
Xia Yiwei, Xia Xiashan, Shen Jiuyi, Shen Buyao, Huang Feirong!
Including Lin Yu, seventeen people attended—a rare sight even for corporate events.
Though Du Ruxue’s arrival added unpredictability…
Surveying the sixteen sect sisters and candidates, Lin Yu couldn’t help feeling a little… excited!
...
(Today’s second update—bonus chapter coming soon!)
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
'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.
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
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.
