「Shen Buyao: Damn Lin Yu, there’s a guild battle at the Dance Club tonight at 11. Can you come to the Treasureless Pavilion and help me win? I’m the only one watching the shop and can’t leave. There’s a reward if we win!」
「Shen Buyao: (Mystery prize GIF)」
「Shen Buyao: I know you’re busy during the day, but surely not at night too?」
「Shen Buyao: I can ask Sister Qimeng for leave on your behalf. Door-to-door service, guaranteed safe arrival.」
Lin Yu: “…”
Door-to-door service? Safe arrival?
Riding in Shen Buyao’s car was anything but safe!
Yesterday at dinner, Lin Yu noticed some bruises on Shen Jiuyi’s body.
He asked about it out of concern.
Turns out, she got them from bumping into things inside their antique-loving sister’s car…
Inside the car! The car!
What kind of collision leaves bruises inside a car?
It was hard to imagine what couldn’t happen in Shen Buyao’s vehicle.
The “door-to-door service” could be ignored.
But a message from the antique-loving sister… it was never just about the game!
If it were really just about playing a game, why would Lin Yu need to go all the way to the Treasureless Pavilion where she was alone?
His own room had a computer, and it was way faster.
Making the trip would be completely unnecessary!
So, translated, the message really meant:
Damn Lin Yu, I’ll be alone at the shop tonight. I miss you.
Dinnertime wasn’t the best for making other plans.
But after dinner, heading to the antique shop to see the antique-loving sister…
Who could say no to that?
「Lin Yu: I’ll just take a cab. I’ve only got one life—better not risk it.」
「Shen Buyao: Tch~ Fine, it’s settled then. I’ll be waiting at the shop.」
「Lin Yu: Deal. We’ll win the game for sure, so get that mystery prize ready!」
Scrolling further down the messages, there was one from Ye Mengfu!
Little Fufu’s message genuinely piqued Lin Yu’s interest.
Even after they’d confirmed their relationship and taken things to the next level,
Little Fufu rarely initiated conversations with him.
Opening the chat, the first thing he saw was a photo.
「Ye Mengfu: (Wei Ning Shu oral solution)」
「Ye Mengfu: If your stomach still hurts, you can take one.」
Lin Yu instantly understood.
During the drinking game at last night’s dinner, he’d had quite a bit to drink.
He’d casually mentioned:
“I’m done, I’m done. Any more and my stomach’s gonna give out!”
In reality, he was completely fine.
He just didn’t want the others at the table to think he was some seasoned drinker.
Careless words from the speaker, but a mindful listener took them to heart.
Who would’ve thought?
Little Fufu actually remembered what he said!
And even went out of her way to buy him medicine.
Medicine? As if Lin Yu needed to buy any himself.
His system could summon piles of it with a snap.
What a thoughtful girlfriend!
Never demanding, never making a scene, just quietly staying by his side.
In places no one else noticed, she paid attention to his every word and action.
If there were a “best wife material” contest in their apartment, Little Fufu would undoubtedly be a top contender.
Girls like her were easy to overlook.
The kind you couldn’t help but adore and feel protective of.
「Lin Yu: My wife treats me the best (heart)(heart)(heart)」
「Lin Yu: I’ll come get it when I’m home later. I’ll definitely take it!」
「Lin Yu: You’re fully recovered now, right? How about we go on a date tomorrow?」
The reply came instantly.
「Ye Mengfu: All better now.」
A few seconds later, a second message popped up.
「Ye Mengfu: Tomorrow. Okay.」
Short and simple.
But between the lines, you could almost feel Little Fufu’s happiness.
After replying to everyone, Lin Yu opened Bilibili to kill time.
Judging by his classmates’ reactions today, he was way more popular than he’d thought.
When he got back from the comic con yesterday,
Lin Yu had sent his Bilibili username to Little Chi.
Little Chi said she’d tag him when posting the video to help him gain followers.
Lin Yu wasn’t particularly interested in growing his follower count.
But now, seeing the flood of notifications in his Bilibili inbox, he realized—he’d actually blown up!
Despite having zero uploaded content, his account had already gained over 20,000 followers.
This wasn’t like modern-day TikTok,
where a single viral video could net you hundreds of thousands or even millions of followers.
Back then, long-form content still ruled, and growing an account was no easy feat.
Gaining 20,000 followers overnight on Bilibili was a huge deal.
His private messages were overflowing,
with countless fans reaching out—and plenty of brands and businesses trying to get his contact info.
Having a system was seriously the best.
He could choose exactly how he wanted to make money.
“Yu, we’re done with the shoot. How’s… everything on your end?”
Chen Qimeng and Du Ruxue finished their photoshoot and immediately turned to Lin Yu.
He knew exactly what she meant.
“All handled… My classmates already left.”
“If you’re done, you can come over here and pick a spot for the photos!”
Hearing this, Chen Qimeng finally relaxed.
Thank goodness.
If it weren’t for Lin Yu’s classmates showing up in time, things could’ve gotten messy.
Now, she could focus on admiring the photos of her and Ruxue!
These past few days felt like a dream.
Her family’s financial troubles were resolved, her relationship with Yu had…
And now she’d reunited with a long-lost friend!
Holding the photos, Chen Qimeng was deeply moved.
If this really was a dream, she hoped it would never end.
“Meng, yours are… this big?”
“How did I never notice back in school?”
Du Ruxue leaned in, staring at the photos in amazement.
Chen Qimeng quickly swatted her arm:
“Shh!”
“Keep it down… There are young people everywhere!”
“If they hear us, what’ll they think?”
Just as Du Ruxue was about to laugh it off,
her gaze landed on a foreign couple who’d also been pulled into the event.
Her expression instantly darkened,
her usual gentle eyes turning sharp and cold.
“Ruxue? Ruxue!”
“What are you looking at?”
Chen Qimeng tugged at her hand.
Du Ruxue snapped out of it, as if she hadn’t just spaced out:
“Me? I wasn’t looking at anything!”
“Just admiring your… assets.”
Chen Qimeng: “Shh!!”
(Second chapter for today. There’ll be an extra update later. If you enjoyed it, feel free to send some free “powered by love” support. Thanks, everyone!)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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?!
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!
