1:30 AM.
The competition event for the Xuanwu Dance Troupe had just ended.
Using the excuse of driving Lin Yu home, Shen Buyao hung up the phone with Huang Feirong.
The usually open-all-night Wubao Antique Shop had its doors unusually locked tonight.
Only to maintain tradition, the lights inside remained on.
The computer in the corner of the counter had already entered the blue-screen standby mode.
On the countertop lay Lin Yu’s clothes and Shen Buyao’s qipao dress.
Even though she knew no one outside could see inside,
Shen Buyao still felt her heart leap into her throat, unable to form a complete sentence.
"L-Lin Yu… actually, there’s a bed in the inner room where I usually rest…"
"Do we… do we really have to do it here?"
Shen Buyao leaned against the counter, not daring to look back.
She could only keep pleading, hoping Lin Yu would change his mind.
Backing out now?
Lin Yu wouldn’t let Shen Buyao have her way!
"Buyao, didn’t you say this was my reward?"
"How the prize is unwrapped, and where it’s unwrapped—shouldn’t that be up to me?"
Shen Buyao’s eyes trembled slightly, her lips parting as if to say something.
But the next moment, she quickly covered her mouth.
Even though she’d experienced it once before, the memory of that day’s pain came rushing back.
Lin Yu’s logic was impossible to argue with, yet it left Shen Buyao with no room to protest.
Hiss—
Lin Yu sucked in a sharp breath.
Before him was the smooth, flawless beauty of Shen Buyao’s back.
Doing this with the "antique lady" in an antique shop…
Such a scene had only ever existed in his imagination.
He never thought it could become reality.
The same went for Shen Buyao.
The one who’d proposed the "mysterious reward" was Huang Feirong.
She’d just wanted an excuse to lure Lin Yu over and hand out the in-game event rewards.
Yet in the end, it was Shen Buyao who had to pay the price to fulfill this "reward."
Right now,
any warnings from "Big Mother Cow" had long been tossed aside.
Her entire consciousness, along with her back, was firmly pinned down by Lin Yu.
"The counter… the lights…"
"Damn you, Lin Yu, can’t you at least turn off the overhead light…?"
Shen Buyao gritted her teeth, pointing at the faint shadows cast on the window.
Though the silhouettes weren’t clear, a closer look would reveal their entangled forms.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Lin Yu reluctantly pulled away and turned off the overhead light.
However.
Shen Buyao must have failed physics.
When a space loses its primary light source,
the surrounding illumination only makes the shadows more pronounced.
Seeing her own figure slumped over the counter, Shen Buyao "whooshed" down,
ducking beneath the counter.
But when she looked up, she saw Lin Yu’s unmistakably suggestive shadow…
Panicking, she waved her hands:
"H-hey! Damn it, Lin Yu, move! Don’t stand there!"
Lin Yu turned the light back on, softening the silhouette.
"This won’t work, that won’t work… hmm…"
"Buyao, how about we just turn off all the lights?"
Shen Buyao hesitated: "…"
At this point, aside from turning everything off, there didn’t seem to be any other solution.
This was all Lin Yu’s fault!
Why did it have to be here?!
If they’d just gone inside, none of this would’ve happened.
Something so simple had to be made so complicated.
At the same time,
Shen Buyao began confronting her own feelings.
It seemed she couldn’t even voice this tiny request to Lin Yu.
Afraid that doing so might ruin the mood.
Even more afraid that Lin Yu would be dissatisfied…
Had she really grown to care so much about someone else’s feelings?
Shen Buyao nodded weakly.
"Fine… go turn off the lights then."
"I don’t want to… keep running around like this."
And so,
the ever-glowing Wubao Antique Shop broke tradition—its lights went dark.
With the lights off, it was as if all restraints had been lifted.
Not just the counter.
Every corner of the shop became a canvas for Lin Yu and Shen Buyao’s memories.
……
3:30 AM.
Lin Yu returned to his apartment.
The moment he got back, he sent a WeChat message to Aunt Qimeng to check in.
Whether it would wake her or not, this message was non-negotiable.
He couldn’t let her think he’d stayed out all night.
When he left, Shen Buyao—slumped in her computer chair—had insisted on driving him home.
But Lin Yu silenced her with a kiss so deep it left her breathless and compliant.
Only then did he manage to save his own skin, taking a taxi back alone.
The night had been wonderful, but time was running out.
No matter when he slept, the system would activate at exactly 7:00 AM.
Entering the previous day’s recap phase.
He still had four Dream Entry chances left unused tonight.
Something as simple as sleeping could bridge relationships—no way he’d waste that.
After a quick shower, Lin Yu sprawled on his bed and opened the system interface.
On the ride back, he’d already decided.
Tonight’s dream targets were clear.
[Ding!]
[Advanced Dream Entry activated (4-person version)!]
[Host will encounter the Joyful Sect’s Holy Maiden (Du Ruxue) in tonight’s dream. Please select an appropriate dream type!]
First up—
Still Du Ruxue!
After a day of digging, Lin Yu had pieced together most of Du Ruxue and Maomao’s past.
Much of the mystery surrounding "Aunt Ruxue" had faded.
Even so,
for a "Holy Maiden" qualified to compete for sect succession, Lin Yu wasn’t about to let go.
In the [Virtual Du Ruxue] simulation, he’d once found a path to victory.
Now,
with the added layers of "friend’s nephew" and "adopted daughter’s crush,"
would that old strategy still work?
Probably not.
But experience was experience. With it, maybe he could uncover something even more interesting.
Immediately, Lin Yu scanned the dream-type options:
[1. Maomao lives alone, drinking herself into loneliness late at night.]
[2. Company crisis: the crushing weight of a gamble-gone-wrong.]
[3. Martial arts training abroad: the inexplicable ties to the Xia family.]
[4. Absolute nothingness—what does "void" truly mean?]
[5. None of the above—random dream.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Again!
Option four was identical to last night’s.
"Void"?
What the hell was "void" supposed to be?
When choosing dreams for others, Lin Yu never hesitated.
But with Du Ruxue, every decision required agonizing deliberation.
After a long pause,
Lin Yu still avoided the "void."
Not choosing four, he struggled between one and three before settling on three.
Abandoning "lonely drinking."
Better to continue the serial dream!
Let’s see what really went down between Du Ruxue and the Xia family!
……
(Second update. There’ll be bonus chapters tonight. Hope you’ll shower us with your love—thanks, everyone!)
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?"
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?!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
