Lin Yu put on an innocent expression and retorted,
"What overthinking? I didn’t say anything."
"You’re rushing to explain—what are you so guilty about?"
Shen Buyao’s face flushed red: "…"
She knew Lin Yu was deliberately teasing her.
The "big mother cow" was right.
On a psychological level, she was completely outmatched by Lin Yu—utterly at his mercy.
If she couldn’t win mentally, surely she could physically?
Shen Buyao raised her slender hand and clenched it into a fist right in front of Lin Yu.
She deliberately tucked her thumb between her index and middle fingers, leaving a sharp point exposed.
It was clearly the stance of someone who threw punches often.
With nails of any length, a punch like that would come with built-in piercing damage!
Lin Yu dodged slightly to the side, feigning weakness:
"Shen Buyao, what are you doing? Trying to murder your husband?"
With a fierce, bratty expression, Shen Buyao growled:
"If I can’t out-talk you, can’t I just beat you up?"
"First lesson: your kidneys!"
Lin Yu dodged even farther away, warning her:
"Hey hey hey, we’re about to start the game."
"Stop messing around~"
After being verbally outplayed by Lin Yu repeatedly, Shen Buyao couldn’t care less about the game.
She rolled her wrist and continued:
"You started it. You’re getting a lesson."
"Let me show you who’s really in charge here!"
…
Half a minute later.
Shen Buyao leaned against the wall, a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, pleading:
"Damn Lin Yu, I was wrong. Undo it, please."
"How… how do you even know pressure points?"
"Isn’t that just made-up novel stuff?"
Just moments ago, she’d been boasting about teaching him a lesson.
But before she could even strike, Lin Yu had tapped her arms twice each.
All while chanting dramatically:
"Sunflower Point-Sealing Technique!"
Honestly, who would take a grade-schooler’s game seriously?
Shen Buyao’s first reaction was:
"Are you a child? Should I play along too?"
However.
After her sarcastic remark, she realized both arms had gone completely numb, as if she’d slept on them wrong.
No matter how hard she tried, they wouldn’t budge.
What a joke!
The perfected Bone-Softening Fist was far from some childish taunt.
Yelling "Sunflower Point-Sealing Technique" was just to avoid unnecessary explanations.
Pretending it was pressure points made it easier for Shen Buyao to understand.
Lin Yu glanced at the dance game’s event screen and the ready-to-start room.
He said to Shen Buyao:
"Yao Yao, we’re about to dance. You’d better behave, or Rongrong might catch on."
"I’m turning the mic back on now…"
Before the mic activated, Shen Buyao hurriedly begged:
"Okay, okay! Lin Yu, Lin Yu, stop messing around, please?"
"If this lasts too long… will there be side effects?"
"Undo it, and I’ll listen to you from now on, okay? Everything you say!"
"Please? Please…"
Lin Yu ignored her pleas.
Slowly, he turned the microphone back on.
Seeing this, Shen Buyao immediately shut her mouth, terrified Huang Feirong might overhear something.
"Rongrong, ready? Let’s take your dance team to new heights!"
Hearing Lin Yu’s voice again, Huang Feirong was thrilled:
"Ooooh, finally back on mic!"
"Dayu, you and Yao Yao muted for a few minutes…"
"That was way too fast! All show, no stamina, huh?"
Lin Yu replied calmly:
"Honestly, a customer just walked into the shop."
"Rongrong, stop teasing us, or Yao Yao might curse you out."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu "checked" Shen Buyao’s conscience.
Though there wasn’t much to check, it was better than nothing.
He gave a little squeeze, signaling Shen Buyao to speak up and clear his name.
Shen Buyao desperately wanted to kick Lin Yu for shamelessly copping a feel!
But she feared her leg might get "sealed" mid-kick.
Having experienced it once, she now understood her helplessness.
If Lin Yu dragged her into the back room right now, she probably couldn’t resist.
So,
she had no choice but to play along, snapping at Huang Feirong:
"Rongrong, if you’re that thirsty, go find someone. Stop thirsting over college kids."
"Just spend some money! It’s not that much!"
Huang Feirong wasn’t fazed, firing back like a grade-schooler:
"Nyah nyah~ Not gonna! Not gonna!"
"You don’t like Dayu anyway, right? If you don’t want him, I’ll take him!"
"Dayu’s fingers are so quick! I love a man with skill!"
Shen Buyao glanced down at her "conscience"…
That much was true—his hands were fast, and they packed a punch!
Not daring to speak, she mouthed urgently at Lin Yu:
"Li… gh… ter…"
Lin Yu made an "O" shape with his mouth, moving his hand from her "conscience" to her thigh.
Shen Buyao fumed silently: "…"
Tsk tsk.
What’s a man’s ultimate goal in life, really?
Just having enough to eat, a home full of warmth, games to play, and thighs to touch.
A simple rhythm game was child’s play for Lin Yu.
He’d already shown off his skills to Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong multiple times before.
Today, his lightning-fast reflexes and combo-perfect streaks were still on point.
Except,
despite his flawless technique, his perfect-hit count was lower than usual.
Huang Feirong couldn’t help but ask:
"Dayu, feeling the pressure?"
"You used to chain dozens of perfect hits without breaking a sweat."
"What’s up today? Running on empty?"
Lin Yu flexed his fingers, waiting for the next round:
"Just off my rhythm today. My hands aren’t syncing right."
Little did she know,
Lin Yu had been playing one-handed the entire time.
As for the other hand…
Shen Buyao’s breathing grew ragged as she hooked her foot around the table leg.
Mid-game, Lin Yu’s relentless teasing pushed her to the brink—she tried to kick him.
The result?
Her right leg joined her arms in total numbness, as if detached from her body.
By the song’s second half, staying upright in her chair took all her strength.
If not for her left foot anchoring her to the table leg, she might’ve slid right off!
Huang Feirong kept teasing Lin Yu:
"Off your rhythm? Ahahaha!"
"Maybe Yao Yao should strip to help you get in the groove~"
Shen Buyao cut in immediately:
"Ugh! If you want him naked, come do it yourself!"
Lin Yu smirked.
If only the queen of dirty jokes knew—
he was already getting "in the groove"!
…
(First update today! Two more coming later!)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
