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!)
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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.
