In the dream world, creating such a violent gust of wind...
Did the counselor want him dead or alive?
He had assumed the counselor must be a meticulous, logical girl.
But in reality—
Her thoughts were jumping around so much Lin Yu almost leaped off the edge!
This kind of scene? He’d never acted in anything like it before!
"Lin Yu! Calm down!"
"It’s really not your fault. You’re just too trusting—that’s not a crime."
"And between consenting adults... what you did doesn’t even count. No real relationship, no consequences."
"Come here, give me your hand, okay?"
Lin Yu turned to look behind him.
Miao Haixin stood trembling three meters away, her eyes filled with fear as she glanced around nervously.
Even though she was terrified, she still stretched out her hand, urging Lin Yu to take hold of it.
Lin Yu: "..."
Afraid of heights?
Then why design this kind of scenario?!
If a few words of persuasion were enough to make him step back,
wasn’t all this drama just completely unnecessary?
Logically speaking, Lin Yu should at least struggle a bit first.
He turned around, his back to the sheer cliff behind him.
He anchored himself firmly, bracing against the wind to avoid being blown off.
"Thank you, Counselor. I know you mean well."
"But Teacher Yan... she did that to me, and I didn’t even push her away."
"Just thinking about it drives me insane. You should go!"
Lin Yu shouted, his own words making his scalp tingle and his skin crawl.
Without a strong core mentality, spouting such cringeworthy lines would be impossible.
At the very least, it seemed to have an effect on the counselor.
She fought through her fear and quickened her steps toward him,
still loudly pleading:
"Don’t think like that! You’re still young—you don’t understand these things yet."
"This kind of thing doesn’t matter at all! No one cares!"
"Stop moving back! Don’t you dare—AH!"
Lin Yu: "???"
What the—?
An even more explosive twist?!
Under Lin Yu’s stunned gaze, Miao Haixin tripped over a rock.
Her already unsteady body, propelled by the wind, hurtled toward him in a flying tackle.
Lin Yu hadn’t planned to jump—but now she was dragging him into a forced double suicide?!
In the real world,
even if they were truly at the edge of a deadly precipice, Lin Yu’s skills could easily ensure both their safety.
But in a dream...
If they were gonna jump, then fine—who was afraid of who?
This was a reflection of the counselor’s inner world, so he might as well play along with the plot.
Admittedly, the storyline was a bit cliché.
She must’ve watched way too many romance dramas back in school.
Her dream was dripping with soap opera tropes—
just with a much spicier rating than anything that could air on TV.
THUD!
"Ah—!"
With a scream, the two of them plummeted over the cliff.
Even at this life-or-death moment, the dream world showed no signs of collapsing.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but marvel.
So there’s more plot after the fall, huh?
Very TV-drama of you.
Sure enough,
when the sensation of falling vanished, Lin Yu found himself holding Miao Haixin in his arms,
lying on a rocky riverside.
Hearing her groaning softly, Lin Yu tried to sit up with her in his arms—
but the moment he attempted it...
Lin Yu: "???"
What’s going on?
His body wouldn’t respond at all!
It was like controlling a stone statue—completely immobile.
Hiss—
Lin Yu sucked in a sharp breath.
Wait... was he...
dead?!
Using his mastery over the dream’s rules, Lin Yu shifted his perspective to an aerial view.
From above, he saw Miao Haixin sprawled perfectly on top of him,
while his own body lay motionless, mouth dripping blood—clearly beyond saving.
Lin Yu: "..."
So he’d become a human parachute, huh?
What kind of normal person comes up with this plot?!
He hadn’t wanted to die, yet she dragged him off the cliff.
Fine, if you’re gonna drag me, at least talk it out first!
But no—
When he refused to jump, she forced him into it anyway.
And if you’re gonna jump, why not get caught by some conveniently placed tree?
Nope!
Had to kill him off as the sacrificial cushion.
Lin Yu was tempted to sit up and ask her:
Counselor, do you even have manners?!
With his supernatural abilities, "resurrecting" was a piece of cake.
But Lin Yu held back for now, staying in his "ghost" form to observe.
Even after all this insanity, Miao Haixin’s dream world remained stable.
Seriously, what would scare her?
"Ugh... where...?"
Miao Haixin struggled to sit up, rubbing her dazed head as she tried to regain her bearings.
"Lin Yu... Lin Yu!!"
The moment she saw him beneath her, she scrambled off,
kneeling on the rocky shore, gripping his hand and shaking him desperately.
Lin Yu, watching from above: "..."
Stop shaking.
He’s obviously dead.
No amount of shaking will help—might as well call an ambulance.
Just as he thought this,
Miao Haixin actually did it.
With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone.
(Even though her dress had no pockets—dream logic, very reasonable.)
But then—
She held up the phone in despair,
limping around on her bleeding knees, searching for a signal.
Lin Yu sighed internally.
Of course.
No signal.
Classic plot device, textbook.
Within a few steps, Miao Haixin collapsed to her knees again.
In her own dream, she really didn’t go easy on herself.
Even with Lin Yu as her cushion, she’d given herself a full set of injuries.
Gritting her teeth, she crawled back to Lin Yu’s side,
placing her hands over his chest in CPR position.
If no help was coming, she’d have to try saving him herself.
Lin Yu perked up: "!!!"
The counselor’s CPR technique... better be professional.
After a few compressions,
Miao Haixin leaned down to give him mouth-to-mouth.
This was the moment Lin Yu had been waiting for.
Seizing the perfect timing, he activated his powers—
forcing his lifeless body back to "life."
In other words: He zombie’d.
After two breaths,
Miao Haixin’s eyes flew wide open: "!!!"
Something was wrong!
Why did it feel like something... tangled with her tongue?!
She jerked back, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Lin Yu sat up in sync, copying her gesture.
The two stared at each other in silence for a long moment.
Lin Yu’s mind raced, and he was the first to speak, voice shaky with faux distress:
"Counselor, you... you want it too?!"
Miao Haixin instantly understood his implication.
She waved her hands frantically:
"No no no no! Lin Yu, it’s not what you think!"
"I—I don’t want it!"
......
(Second update today, one more bonus chapter coming later—check back soon!)
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
