Ye Mengfu finished speaking, too shy to face Lin Yu.
She shoved a carefully folded drawing into his hands and quickly ran into the residential complex.
Watching Xiao Fufu’s retreating figure and her adorable habit of constantly turning back to wave,
Lin Yu felt his heart flutter.
The drawing in his hands was Xiao Fufu’s creation from earlier that day.
Lin Yu had been busy in the kitchen and never got to see what she was drawing.
He could clearly sense that Xiao Fufu had deliberately hidden the content of her artwork.
Just as he suspected—
She had wanted to surprise him in the end.
Lin Yu unfolded the drawing and admired its contents.
The main backdrop was a tree.
A tree with a kite tangled in its branches!
Underneath it, a little girl crouched, gazing pitifully up at the kite atop the tree…
Lin Yu chuckled happily and carefully refolded the paper along its creases.
He had originally planned to leave without returning to his apartment,
but after seeing the drawing, he changed his mind.
Something this precious couldn’t just be carried around carelessly.
He had to keep it safe—no damage, no stains!
And there was more—
Beside the little girl… was a little boy!
Clumsily but determinedly climbing the tree,
reaching for the kite.
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That afternoon.
The hallway of Pingchuan University’s faculty offices.
Miao Haixin, the advisor for the directing class, walked uneasily toward the lounge.
Ever since arriving on campus,
last night’s dream had resurfaced in her mind, replaying relentlessly.
It left her restless all afternoon, unable to calm down.
Especially the part about Yan Miaozhu—
That woman had no moral boundaries at all!
It wasn’t just about the teacher-student dynamic.
She was married!
Yet at school, she deliberately acted single.
None of the faculty knew, and the students were even more clueless.
Because of that dream, Miao Haixin spent the whole day worrying—
Would Yan Miaozhu actually do something reckless?
One of the classes returning to campus today was under Yan Miaozhu’s supervision.
Right now… she was probably still in her office, wasn’t she?
Just as Miao Haixin was lost in thought—
The door to Yan Miaozhu’s office swung open!
Dressed in office attire, Yan Miaozhu stepped out, earbuds in, turning to lock the door behind her.
Before leaving,
she glanced up and down the hallway—no one in sight.
Clicking down the corridor in her heels,
Yan Miaozhu pressed a finger to her Bluetooth earbud and softly sent a voice message:
"Little brother, I’m so glad you’re free."
"My office is locked, so I need to find somewhere with a computer to work. Such a hassle."
"I’ll send you the location—just come meet me, okay?"
"Help your big sister out, and I’ll reward you!"
Yan Miaozhu practically skipped down the stairs,
completely unaware that someone was frantically hiding behind a pillar.
Miao Haixin held her breath: "!!!"
Oh my god—
Was she out of her mind?
Why had she instinctively hidden when she saw Yan Miaozhu?
Was it because she’d imagined too many #￥@ scenes about her?
Now that she was face-to-face with the real person, she couldn’t muster the courage to confront her?
But then again—
If she hadn’t hidden, she wouldn’t have overheard that message!
"Big sister… little brother…"
Could it really be—
Lin Yu?
Was she messaging Lin Yu?
No way it was that much of a coincidence, right? Maybe someone else?
Miao Haixin shook her head vigorously.
The world wasn’t that small—it couldn’t be Lin Yu.
She was letting that dream mess with her head too much.
As the sound of heels faded, Miao Haixin stepped out from behind the pillar and continued toward the lounge.
But—
before she’d gone more than a few steps, she stopped again.
After a brief pause,
she spun around and sprinted down the stairs.
Miao Haixin moved fast, not daring to slow down, terrified of losing sight of Yan Miaozhu.
Even if the person in that message wasn’t Lin Yu—
it was definitely some male student, right?
If she turned a blind eye now, wouldn’t the events from her dream just happen to someone else?
Not just Lin Yu—
any male student, unaware, becoming the "other man" in a ruined marriage… wasn’t that just tragic?
If Miao Haixin did nothing today and something happened later,
she’d be consumed with guilt for her inaction.
She dashed all the way to the campus gates,
finally spotting Yan Miaozhu again.
Immediately, she slowed her pace, keeping a safe distance.
Even though she wanted to intervene,
she had zero experience in this kind of situation.
So now…
what was she supposed to do?
Confront Yan Miaozhu directly?
No way—that wouldn’t work!
Nothing had even happened yet. A confrontation would be pointless.
Worst case—
Yan Miaozhu might just postpone her plans.
Next time, she’d be even more discreet, and Miao Haixin wouldn’t stumble upon her again.
Then today’s effort would be for nothing.
Pretend to need Yan Miaozhu for something and stall her?
That made no sense!
As an advisor, what urgent business could she possibly have with a lecturer?
Delaying her for a few minutes—or even ten—wouldn’t change anything.
Screw it.
If she couldn’t figure it out now, she’d just have to wing it.
At the very least, she had to keep following!
Yan Miaozhu reached the gates and hopped into a waiting taxi.
Miao Haixin didn’t hesitate—she jumped into the next cab in line:
"Driver, follow that taxi ahead!"
The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror:
"Follow that car? That’s my buddy Lao Zhang’s ride."
"Miss, what’d the passenger up front do to you?"
"Don’t mind me asking, but… what’s the deal?"
Even as he said "don’t mind me asking,"
he was already asking.
And the car was moving at a leisurely pace—clearly not in a hurry to chase.
Not that she could blame him.
This was the kind of scene you only saw in movies.
Only two possibilities:
Either messy personal drama… or something illegal.
Miao Haixin was frantic and didn’t have time for niceties.
Hearing the driver’s question, she blurted out:
"That woman in front is seducing my boyfriend. I’m going to catch them!"
The driver’s expression instantly changed.
He swerved lanes and stomped on the gas, aggressively closing the distance.
"Damn, miss, why didn’t you say so sooner?"
"Nothing pisses me off more than cheaters and homewreckers!"
"Buckle up—I know Lao Zhang’s plates. We won’t lose ‘em."
Then he grabbed his radio:
"Copy that, copy that…"
"Lao Zhang, what’s the good job today?"
"Where you headed?"
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lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
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!
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.”
