Is That a Phone in Your Hand No, It's a Love Token

Morning.

Inside a large supermarket near the apartment.

Lin Yu pushed a shopping cart, embarking on a shopping spree.

Of course, it wasn’t due to a sudden windfall that drove him to splurge out of spite.

The main purpose was to buy supplies for the "formation" in his apartment.

But since he was already here,

he might as well grab some snacks and daily necessities.

With such a hefty "royalty payment" deposited into his bank account, restocking the household was a must.

All this time, it had been Aunt Qimeng who worked hard to support him.

Lin Yu planned to use this shopping trip as an opportunity to tell her about the "royalties."

A few million was too unbelievable—saying he’d earned a small sum of tens of thousands wouldn’t sound like an outright lie.

At the very least, it would let Aunt Qimeng know

that she no longer had to bend over backward just to make ends meet for his sake.

He could not only support himself but also take care of her.

"Big Chi, thanks for coming shopping with me."

"If there’s any snack you want, I’ll get it for you, okay?"

Lin Yu glanced back.

Chi Qingshui, with an unmistakably displeased expression, trailed behind him with her hands clasped behind her back:

"No need. If I want something, I’ll buy it myself. Are you really okay now?"

"You were in so much pain earlier, yet you insist on dragging yourself out to shop and buy all this stuff!"

"Whatever. It’s not my body anyway—do as you please."

Though her words were clearly out of concern for Lin Yu,

she delivered them in the most sarcastic tone possible.

Lin Yu rubbed his stomach and said,

"Sister Weiwei is really amazing. After she massaged it, the pain mostly went away."

"She told me to drink more hot water when I got back. Right now, it still feels a tiny bit off…"

"Could you push the cart for me?"

Chi Qingshui scoffed:

"Ha. Me? Push your cart? Keep dreaming."

Alright, alright.

Back to the icy act again.

If he couldn’t even handle a tsundere "girlfriend," what kind of man was he?

Time for some tea master tactics!

"Italian red sauce flavored chips—gotta get these."

"And these, strawberry-flavored lollipops."

"Here, here! The seaweed snacks—not the big pack, the special mini ones!"

"What else did she mention? Ugh, my memory’s shot when I’m not feeling well…"

"Oh right! Those weird-flavored instant noodles!"

"…"

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! Remembering every little detail your beloved has shared, proving your hearts are intertwined!]

[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]

Every snack Lin Yu picked out

was something his online girlfriend, Chen Meng Tingyu, had mentioned in their chats.

Down to the brand and packaging, he replicated it perfectly.

If he hadn’t committed it all to memory, how could he recall it so effortlessly?

Chi Qingshui, trailing behind him, kept fidgeting with her fingers.

At school, this guy always seemed so clueless,

yet in daily life, he was this attentive?

Had she been too harsh earlier? Would he… dislike girls like her?

As Lin Yu’s cart gradually filled with snacks,

Chi Qingshui’s thoughts grew more tangled.

She quickened her pace, catching up to Lin Yu:

"You’re walking way too slow!"

"At this rate, when will we finish?"

"Honestly, just hurry up and pick. I want to go back already."

With that,

she very naturally took over the cart and pushed it ahead briskly.

Watching her stubborn yet graceful figure stride away, Lin Yu smugly tossed a drink in his hand.

Good thing he played his cards right.

If Chi Qingshui hadn’t stepped in, he might’ve run out of things to "remember."

He’d only memorized about seven or eight items from their chat logs after cramming.

Little Qingshui, still too easy to read.

In the days to come, she’d be putty in his hands.

Let’s see how long that tough act lasts!

…

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host! Daily quest "Repair the Formation" completed successfully. Reward: 50 sect contribution points, 20 spirit stones!]

After setting up the floor mat,

all public daily quests were cleared.

It was now 10:30 in the morning.

With an important "client" meeting in the afternoon,

Lin Yu didn’t rush to seek out his other roommates to tackle their quests.

Life had to be taken one day at a time.

Progress had to be made step by step.

Move too fast, and you’d trip over yourself.

Growing up,

he truly missed these carefree, slow-paced days.

Why bother with the noise of the mundane world?

Better to remain a pure-hearted young man.

Spend a few hours

lying in bed, phone in hand…

"What are you up to?"

Sent to Chen Meng Tingyu.

"What are you up to?"

Sent to Aunt Qimeng.

"What are you up to?"

Sent to Mo Shangying.

"What are you up to?"

Sent to Ye Mengfu.

"What are you up to?"

Sent to He Jing.

Wait silently for thirty seconds.

Then recall the message sent to He Jing.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"…"

In an instant,

a symphony of notifications filled the air.

It wasn’t just chat windows lighting up—it felt like flipping through a deck of name cards.

Lin Yu hummed softly:

"Who will I meet~ what words will we share~"

"The one I wait for~ how far is her future~"

"I hear the wind~ from subways and crowds~ she’s in line~ holding love’s number~"

Ah, such a life.

Truly marvelous!

The first reply didn’t come from his little girlfriend but from the petite artist.

Her answer was precise and simple.

"Ye Mengfu: Drawing."

Boring.

With her, face-to-face was far more interesting.

The second reply came from Mo Shangying.

Probably because she was logged in on her computer—her typing speed was unmatched.

"Mo Shangying: Master, I’m fighting a BOSS! Wanna join? You can afford a gaming PC now, right? This game’s super fun, just a bit hardware-heavy. I’m planning to hack its backend."

No surprise there.

Only she could type that much so quickly.

Her gaming life needed no explanation—just pure, unapologetic chaos.

Always ready to crack the system!

The third reply still wasn’t from his girlfriend but from He Jing.

"He Jing: (＾▽＾) (＾▽＾)"

"He Jing: Saw that, handsome~ Trying to take it back, huh? Hmph!"

"He Jing: Why didn’t you reply last night?"

They’d only added each other on WeChat yesterday,

yet He Jing had messaged him that very night.

Lin Yu deliberately left her on read to keep her guessing.

Now, sending a message and recalling it

sent the same signal, whether she saw the content or not…

This was a shy young man,

agonizing over how to reply, unsure where to start.

After sending, he second-guessed his wording,

and now, the one left restless was him!

"Lin Yu: He Jing-jie, are you busy?"

Almost immediately, He Jing replied with multiple messages.

"He Jing: Just call me jie! No need to be so formal!"

"He Jing: Chatting with a cutie like you? Never busy!"

"He Jing: I’m at your aunt’s shop, waiting for Boss Yi with her."

"He Jing: Don’t worry, she doesn’t know we’re talking—our little secret."