At this moment, if Lin Yu were to forcefully add, "Neither sisters nor female friends are my girlfriends—I don’t have a girlfriend," it would only come across as overly deliberate. Yan Miaozhu probably wouldn’t believe it anyway.
Since none of it was explicitly about any one person, choosing to remain "flustered and speechless" in silence was the best answer.
"Lin Yu, your photography skills are really impressive. Have you heard about the recent national photography competition?"
"Move your seat a little closer. I’ll pull it up for you online."
Yan Miaozhu pointed to the beanbag chair she had just been lying on.
Lin Yu: "..."
What a move.
Despite Lin Yu’s tall stature, sitting on a beanbag barely elevated from the floor and then leaning in toward Yan Miaozhu…
Damn, it really was the perspective of a big dog!
She’s good at this!
Under the guise of doing it for Lin Yu’s benefit and even proactively recommending a competition, Lin Yu couldn’t exactly refuse without seeming ungrateful.
To avoid being treated like an oversized pet, Lin Yu put up a small struggle.
He waved his hands repeatedly and said,
"Teacher Yan, no need, no need. I’ll just stand and listen."
"A photography competition? I haven’t looked into that kind of thing."
"Mostly because I don’t think my skills are good enough. It’s not something I should consider yet."
Seeing that Lin Yu wasn’t taking the bait, Yan Miaozhu stood up directly and pulled the beanbag chair over for him herself.
"My class rep, it’s only you and me here…"
"No need to be so formal with me, okay?"
Lin Yu nodded: "..."
So today, I’m destined to play the role of the big dog, huh?
No choice.
For now, he’d have to endure the awkwardness and sit down, waiting to see what move Yan Miaozhu would make next.
Pleased to see Lin Yu finally seated, Yan Miaozhu patted his shoulder approvingly.
Then, she began searching online for the so-called competition.
Her search was slow—so slow it felt like a spur-of-the-moment excuse.
But with the country being so vast, there was bound to be some competition happening somewhere.
Whether it was currently ongoing didn’t matter. Even if it was next month or the month after, she could still make it work.
As she searched, Yan Miaozhu struck up a conversation with Lin Yu:
"Lin Yu, I’ve heard a little about your family situation."
"Being so young and having to shoulder the pressures of the future alone—you must have gone through a lot, huh?"
"Whether it’s about school or life, if you ever run into difficulties, you can always come to me."
"You can think of me as an older sister. I’ve always wanted a younger brother to take care of—I’m not that old yet, right?"
"Ah, if your parents could see what an outstanding young man you’ve become, they’d surely be very proud."
Lin Yu’s heart sank: "..."
Hiding the fact that she was married, playing around recklessly—Lin Yu hadn’t judged Yan Miaozhu for any of it.
He just found her a little dangerous to be around and kept his distance.
Using every trick in the book to attract the opposite sex, making them fall for you—that was the standard playbook for players and heartbreakers.
Lin Yu hadn’t taken any of her earlier antics seriously.
But now…
Yan Miaozhu had brought up Lin Yu’s deceased parents.
That was what truly made him uncomfortable.
Playing the family card to boost her odds of winning?
Sorry, that’s a minefield.
At least, it was Lin Yu’s minefield.
Looking at Yan Miaozhu’s hand resting on his shoulder, Lin Yu instantly slipped into character.
With trembling eyes, he grabbed her hand:
"Teacher Yan, r-really?"
"Why… why are you being so kind to me?"
Yan Miaozhu was visibly taken aback.
She hadn’t expected Lin Yu to respond so quickly—and so boldly.
What a young man starved of maternal affection!
His weak spot was so easy to exploit.
Lin Yu’s reaction was exactly what Yan Miaozhu had hoped for.
Tilting her head at a 45-degree angle, she looked up at the ceiling and spoke haltingly:
"Why… Sorry, I don’t know…"
"Why do I want to take care of you like a younger brother? Maybe…"
"Because your resilient, independent personality reminds me of myself? Because we just click?"
"Or maybe it’s your photography skills—I feel like I’ve found a kindred spirit?"
"Could just be because you’re handsome, the type I liked when I was younger, haha…"
"I can’t really pinpoint the exact reason. You’ve stumped me."
This was far from not knowing the reason—she’d just listed several!
Dishing out compliments and hints left and right, making sure Lin Yu couldn’t miss the implications.
No matter.
The tables had officially turned now.
Lin Yu had seen through her game.
If he kept passively defending himself these past couple of days, it would only give Yan Miaozhu the impression that he was easy prey.
Who knew how long her relentless advances would keep coming?
Better to be the one holding the gun than the target.
"Thank you, Teacher Yan."
Lin Yu looked up at Yan Miaozhu with "sincerity" in his eyes.
They held each other’s gaze for a few seconds before Yan Miaozhu was the first to look away.
It wasn’t an act of faux innocence—Lin Yu’s stare was just too intoxicating.
Clear, pure, and heartbreakingly genuine.
It was the kind of gaze only a young man his age could pull off.
Too bad.
Yan Miaozhu’s experience with people was still lacking.
She didn’t realize that anything could be faked—even sincerity.
"Lin Yu, consider this little brother officially adopted."
"From now on, when it’s just the two of us, you don’t have to call me ‘Teacher.’"
Seizing the opportunity, Yan Miaozhu took their relationship a step closer.
Lin Yu played along with a naive nod.
Now that they were siblings, sitting a little closer couldn’t hurt, right?
At the same time, Lin Yu used the friction between his body and the beanbag to scoot forward, adjusting its position.
He inched as close to Yan Miaozhu as possible.
Right now, Yan Miaozhu's posture was... subtle.
Because she’d paused her search to chat with Lin Yu, her legs beneath her skirt remained pointed in his direction.
Watching Lin Yu wiggle closer across the floor, his face seemingly headed straight for her skirt—
Yan Miaozhu took a sharp breath and quickly planted her feet, trying to swivel her chair away.
A mere ten minutes in, jumping straight to business would’ve ruined the fun for her.
She wasn’t like other women.
It wasn’t just the in-the-moment thrill she enjoyed.
What she loved even more was the slow seduction, watching her prey sink deeper with each step.
However…
As Yan Miaozhu pushed against the floor to turn her chair, she failed to notice that its armrest was already firmly in Lin Yu’s grip.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Sliding a beanbag across the floor and grabbing onto something for balance—completely logical, right?
But gripping the chair while someone’s shifting on it and suddenly flipping it over…
Well, that defied physics a little.
But strength was the one thing Lin Yu had in spades.
...
(Bonus chapter delivered! The battle continues tomorrow—let’s call it a day for now!)
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.”
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?"
