In Ye Mengfu's room.
In the apartment today, every room had at least two girls sharing a bed.
Though Ying'er and Ye Mengfu each had their own rooms,
they still ended up staying together, following the trend.
Of course,
it wouldn't have happened without Ying'er taking the initiative.
Tonight, Ying'er was brimming with a sense of accomplishment, no less than Little Chi's award-winning moment.
After finishing her bedtime routine, she leaned against Ye Mengfu, a laptop resting on her lap as her fingers flew across the keyboard.
"Aside from saying the mount feature isn’t very practical, what other suggestions did Ru Xue give me today?"
"Little Fufu, help me think—why can’t I remember?"
Throughout tonight’s game session,
Aunt Ru Xue, with her exceptional emotional intelligence, perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be a high-tier player.
Even when everyone was unclear about the rules, she effortlessly elevated the game’s atmosphere to new heights.
The result was even better than Ying'er had imagined!
"She also mentioned that the punishment content and question topics weren’t fully tailored to younger audiences."
"If we want to appeal to the youth, we shouldn’t try to cater to everyone."
Ying'er nodded excitedly and said,
"Yes, yes, that’s it, that’s exactly it!"
"I’ll make some changes now and see if it improves the experience."
"Little Fufu, you’ll help me review it later, okay?"
On any ordinary night, Ye Mengfu would’ve inevitably dozed off by now.
But tonight, she had something she wanted to do too.
Ye Mengfu picked up her earphones and scrolled through the newly added songs in her playlist, planning to listen to them all.
Every single one of these songs had been sung by Lin Yu at the dinner table.
……
In Teacher Tang Yimian’s bedroom.
Lin Yu and Fang Xinran walked in together.
Tang Yimian had been waiting for them in advance, even preparing a plate of sliced watermelon and a bunch of washed grapes.
Who knew how long the discussion would take? She couldn’t possibly let Junior Lin Yu go unattended.
Seeing Lin Yu enter,
Tang Yimian was the first to speak:
"Junior Lin Yu, I’m really sorry—when I had Xinran arrange the time with you earlier,
I didn’t expect there’d be a gathering tonight, nor that it’d run so late."
"Are you tired? If you are, we can always reschedule for tomorrow if you have time."
"I feel terrible making you sacrifice your sleep like this, I’m really sorry..."
Though Fang Xinran had been the one communicating directly with Lin Yu,
Tang Yimian still felt she bore most of the responsibility for setting this up.
If she hadn’t mentioned Lin Yu’s exceptional writing skills in the first place,
Fang Xinran wouldn’t have gotten the idea to ask for his guidance.
Her apologetic personality flared up again, leading her to immediately shower Lin Yu with apologies.
Tomorrow, Lin Yu actually didn’t have much free time.
In the morning, he had to return to campus to submit his assignments, and by the time he got back, it’d already be noon.
In the afternoon—as agreed at dinner—he was supposed to accompany Aunt Qi Meng and Aunt Ru Xue around Pingchuan and have a meal together.
Words once spoken couldn’t be taken back.
Canceling now was an option, but since he was already here, how could he back out last minute?
"It’s fine, Senior. We’re close enough—no need to be so formal with me."
"Modern university students don’t sleep that early during holidays anyway."
"Besides, I’m actually really looking forward to reading Senior Fang’s work!"
Lin Yu first gave Fang Xinran a compliment.
Because the piece she was about to present wasn’t like Tang Yimian’s web novel—
she had written an essay!
If the discussion later revealed that Lin Yu couldn’t grasp what Fang Xinran was trying to convey, at least he’d have set up an excuse in advance.
"Junior Lin, wait for me!"
Hearing Lin Yu’s words, Fang Xinran suddenly dashed toward the desk.
Her steps were so unsteady that Lin Yu feared she might trip and fall at any moment.
Tang Yimian immediately reached out to steady her,
while soothingly saying:
"Don’t rush, don’t rush. Junior Lin is already here, isn’t he?"
"He’ll definitely take his time to review it properly, no need to hurry."
"Xinran, are you still feeling dizzy?"
Fang Xinran unzipped her backpack on the desk, rummaging through it as she replied:
"Yimian, I’ve never been more clear-headed in my life!"
"I never realized how sharp my thoughts could be after drinking."
"Maybe I should try this method when I’m stuck writing in the future."
"Found it—this is an article I just finished today."
As she spoke,
Fang Xinran hurried back to Lin Yu’s side.
Afraid she might knock over the small table, Lin Yu quickly steadied her arm and said:
"Alright, alright, Senior Fang, let’s sit down and talk properly."
"I might not be very knowledgeable about essays, so please don’t mind if I miss something."
"But I’ll give you my honest thoughts after reading it."
Tang Yimian helped Fang Xinran sit down as well, a smile on her face.
Earlier in the day, when she and Fang Xinran had discussed Lin Yu’s feedback session,
Fang Xinran hadn’t brought just one article—
she had a thick black notebook filled with years of her writing.
Originally, she had planned to show Lin Yu the entire collection and ask for his critique.
But after the gathering ended and she still intended to seek Lin Yu’s advice,
Tang Yimian had grown a little worried.
She feared Lin Yu might struggle to refuse, or that it would impose on him unnecessarily.
Reading an entire notebook of essays would take at least an hour,
not to mention identifying issues and leaving time for discussion…
Wouldn’t that just drag Junior Lin into an all-nighter?
As it turned out,
Tang Yimian’s worries were unnecessary.
Though Xinran could be stubborn, she wasn’t completely inconsiderate.
Choosing to bring only one article was proof enough!
Lin Yu, of course, knew nothing about this.
Seeing Fang Xinran pull out a handwritten draft, he instantly felt relieved.
The content, no more than two hundred words, wasn’t too lengthy.
This would be much easier to handle!
Once seated, Fang Xinran looked straight at Lin Yu and said:
"Junior Lin, I’m not someone who can’t handle criticism."
"On the contrary, I can accept any kind of feedback and quickly process it."
"So I hope you won’t hold back—if something feels off, just tell me directly."
Lin Yu nodded, somewhat admiring Senior Fang’s sincere approach.
Of course,
just because she said that didn’t mean he could take it literally.
He couldn’t just blurt out, "This is complete nonsense."
Even if something felt odd, he’d still have to phrase it diplomatically.
Lin Yu skimmed through the text at lightning speed, absorbing the words in one glance…
……
(Second update for today—more coming soon!)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
