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."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
