Soon.
Du Ruxue's reaction confirmed Lin Yu's suspicions.
"Classmate, they're here again!"
"Don't go outside, just wait for me inside the house."
"I won’t hold back anymore, this time… I really won’t!"
By the last sentence, Du Ruxue's voice trembled with suppressed sobs.
It was clear.
Before resorting to solving problems with "equalizers," Du Ruxue had endured countless times.
Though in the dream world, popping off a few people wasn’t a big deal.
But Lin Yu hadn’t entered this dream to watch an action movie!
If the tone really turned this violent, how could things proceed smoothly later?
Moreover, a dream based on reality could reflect deeply hidden subconscious desires.
Lin Yu knew full well that Du Ruxue would never actually shoot anyone in real life.
Until he understood the full picture, he couldn’t let her act recklessly.
"Calm down, classmate, you need to stay calm!"
"What’s so unbearable that it has to be solved with firepower?"
"We’re from the same hometown—you can talk to me. If I can help, I will."
Hearing Lin Yu’s offer, Du Ruxue’s reaction was telling.
At first, her eyes reddened and flickered with hope, as if grasping at a lifeline.
But in the next instant,
her expression hardened back into anger and resolve. She shook her head.
"Fellow countryman, you can’t help me. And I don’t want to drag you into this."
"These people… they wouldn’t even flinch at one more person."
"Only… only when I put bullets in them, make them hurt, make them bleed—"
"Only then will they understand… they shouldn’t bully foreign students like this!"
At this point,
Lin Yu finally understood what young "Auntie" Ruxue had endured abroad.
Even decades later, in the late '90s or beyond,
such incidents remained far too common.
Yet,
Lin Yu still hadn’t grasped just how insane, how brazen, how utterly unhinged people could be in this era.
In the brief moment he spent holding Du Ruxue back,
two red vintage convertibles screeched to a halt, parked haphazardly on the lawn.
Five men and two women stepped out, all fair-haired and blue-eyed—yet their faces twisted with malice.
CRASH!
Amidst a stream of foreign slurs, the window shattered.
A baseball, followed by shards of glass, scattered at Lin Yu’s feet.
Before,
Lin Yu wouldn’t have understood a word of the hollering from these "whooping and hollering" idiots.
But now, fluent in all languages, he caught every single word.
The racial slurs, paired with baseballs, rocks, eggs, half-empty bottles…
Every single one
sent a jolt of fury through Lin Yu’s nerves.
A girl barely twenty, enduring this alone in a foreign land?
But what came next made his blood boil even hotter…
One of them, a red-jacketed white-haired punk, unbuckled his belt and strutted toward Du Ruxue’s SUV.
Whistling, he laughed wildly at the house while—
his friends erupted in raucous cheers.
As if this bastard had "conquered" a car with a single piss?
Du Ruxue trembled, her breath ragged, eyes red-rimmed as she pleaded with Lin Yu:
"Countryman, please step aside. Today, I have to make them pay."
"If I keep tolerating this, they’ll only—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu was already out the door, moving faster than her.
Du Ruxue froze. "C-Countryman?"
Realizing what he was doing, she grabbed her shotgun and rushed after him.
But
the scene outside left young Du Ruxue utterly stunned.
Lin Yu casually picked up the baseball and a few rocks.
Maybe Du Ruxue’s subconscious didn’t want him hurt—
because the moment he charged out, the group just… froze.
Whatever.
His goal was simple.
WHOOSH—
A sharp rock left Lin Yu’s hand, streaking straight toward the pissing white-haired punk.
"OH—! AOAO… SHT!"
"!"
The punk crumpled, hands clutching there, face turning beet red.
Blood seeped between his fingers.
Lin Yu unleashed a flawless foreign accent, taunting the group:
"Oh! Good heavens, I can scarcely believe my eyes!"
"What devilry is this? You hellspawn—I’ll smash your family jewels with this baseball, so help me God!"
The sudden ambush stunned the white-haired punk’s friends.
But they quickly rallied, snatching baseball bats, golf clubs—anything as weapons—and charged.
Lin Yu dismissed his earlier theory about "Du Ruxue’s subconscious protecting him."
Because these tools’ weapons? They materialized out of thin air.
Too bad for them—
against Lin Yu’s mastery of dream logic, conjured weapons meant nothing.
Lin Yu hurled stone after stone with uncanny precision.
This was true marksmanship.
What kind?
The Queen’s bloody English!
"Oh dear! What have I done?"
"..."
"Pity, old chap—missed your eyeball by a hair."
"..."
"For heaven’s sake, I’ll start with your teeth. Do forgive my temper."
From behind, Du Ruxue’s heartbeat raced with each thrown rock…
These same rocks—once aimed at her car, her home, her body—
were now being returned.
A man who shared her skin, her blood, her heritage,
was finally giving these trash the beating they deserved.
Her tension eased. Tears blurred her vision.
So… she wasn’t alone after all.
[Ding!]
[Brilliant move! The Saint’s heroic defense fills the Saintess with profound gratitude!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu, now fully immersed in the moment, barely registered the system’s message.
He just wanted to vent.
A few dozen rocks later, all five men and two women writhed on the ground, whimpering as they crawled toward their cars.
Over?
Not a chance.
Hell no—in his people’s dream, they were the ones getting bullied?
Those who dare offend the Hua-Xia Sect shall be vanquished—by my own hand!
And I’ll damn well kick their arses with my boots while at it!
...
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
