Here we go again.
Elder Tang is on a roll!
Once more, he starts with the classic "Humans are born from human mothers, demons from demon mothers," and somehow segues into "So, what’s your mom’s surname?"
The one listening to this is Fang Xinran, and Lin Yu naturally doesn’t dare interrupt.
Since these are heartfelt words meant to move her, Fang Xinran wouldn’t cut him off either.
The two of them silently endure Tang Yimian’s monologue.
From moved to zoning out, then back to moved again.
It’s not that they don’t want to pay attention—it’s just that the speech is so long their focus inevitably wavers.
Tang Yimian: "A future as bright as brocade!"
Lin Yu: "Boundless possibilities ahead!"
Fang Xinran: "Thank you, truly!"
"Ding…"
Finally.
Tang Yimian finishes, and the three clink glasses, downing their drinks in one go.
After several rounds,
the two less-outgoing girls start loosening up, their words flowing more freely.
Fang Xinran has been watching Lin Yu the whole time while drinking.
Her gaze is direct and bold.
With Tang Yimian present, Lin Yu can’t exactly respond openly.
He pretends not to notice, deliberately avoiding Fang Xinran’s eyes again and again.
He thought he could slip past unnoticed.
But no.
Fang Xinran actually speaks up first:
"Junior Lin, I just mentioned resigning and moving south. Even Sister Yimian says she’ll miss me."
"But you? All you said was 'have a smooth journey.'"
"Don’t you feel even a little reluctant to see me go?"
Lin Yu: "…"
That’s way too forward, isn’t it?
Aren’t you worried Sister Yimian might get the wrong idea?
Lin Yu instinctively glances at Tang Yimian.
Tang Yimian’s face is flushed red: "Yeah, exactly!"
Overthinking it.
Right now, Tang Yimian’s eyes are glazed and unfocused.
Clearly, she’s entered the stage of drunken metamorphosis—no longer in control.
By tomorrow, she probably won’t remember a thing.
And she hasn’t even finished three beers.
Her tolerance is seriously lacking.
Fang Xinran’s question clearly stems from dissatisfaction—Lin Yu didn’t express any sadness over her departure.
It seems
their dream encounter must have left some impression on her.
Lin Yu meets Fang Xinran’s gaze and answers earnestly:
"Of course I’ll miss you. It’s rare to make such a good friend."
"Senior Fang, you’re not planning to cut ties after leaving Pingchuan, are you?"
"No matter where you go, friends stay friends."
"I might even head south after graduation, or visit my hometown."
"Having people to care about, no matter how far apart…"
"That doesn’t sound so bad."
Lin Yu still keeps it vague,
skillfully deflecting Fang Xinran’s question.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s sincere words resonate with the Teleportation Array Attendant’s heart!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the Teleportation Array Attendant has deepened, reaching the fifth tier: "Inseparable!"
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Hearing the system’s dual notifications, Lin Yu understands—
his tactful response hit just the right note.
Seems Senior Fang was equally satisfied with his answer.
But wait—
the system isn’t done yet!
[Ding.]
[The Teleportation Array Attendant holds a unique status!]
[Your current intimacy level has reached the threshold for "Union of Joy and Dao"!]
[Now issuing the trial quest…]
[Farewell’s Embrace (Trial Quest): Seize a moment of solitude to accept the Teleportation Array Attendant’s feelings!]
Lin Yu freezes: "???"
Trial quests aren’t new to him.
With all his previous partners—aside from the two Shen sisters—
each progressed step by step, from soul-bonding to physical union.
Along the way,
he faced trials of varying difficulty.
In short:
complete the trial, board the train.
But the trial quest now emerging from Fang Xinran… judging by the wording…
doesn’t require him to overcome any challenge—just "accept"?
And it’s not Soul-Bond Union or Twin-Pact Union, but straight to Union of Joy and Dao?
Damn this system!
Just how many secrets is it still hiding?!
So Senior Fang’s intention is…
to burn passionately once before leaving Pingchuan?
With the system’s hint, Lin Yu can no longer look at Senior Fang with ordinary eyes.
"Glug glug… glug glug…"
Fang Xinran cracks open two more beers.
This time, Lin Yu doesn’t wait for her to pour.
He takes the initiative, filling both their glasses, and giving Tang Yimian just half a cup.
Better go easy on Senior Tang.
They still have to head home together later.
If Tang Yimian gets too drunk, Lin Yu might end up carrying her back.
Tonight, the apartment will likely be full of people.
Best play it safe—no room for weird mishaps.
"A toast to our glorious friendship!"
"Junior Lin, I’m holding you to your words."
"No matter which city I’m in…"
"Once you graduate, you better come visit."
"Even if you have to cross oceans!"
Fang Xinran excitedly raises her glass overhead.
Lin Yu quickly stands to clink with her, worried she might wobble and spill it all over herself.
……
Later in the conversation,
the topic shifts to their apartment mates.
Fang Xinran and Tang Yimian bring up today’s shopping trip for Maomao.
The trial deadline is now just over two hours away.
Lin Yu still hasn’t received any distress signal from Maomao.
Meaning:
everything’s still under Maomao’s control—no surprises yet.
With such a detailed plan, mishaps were unlikely anyway.
Aunt Ruxue probably never realized:
Maomao’s lack of exposure to the outside world doesn’t mean she’s incapable of independence.
Lin Yu can’t wait to see Aunt Ruxue’s reaction when Maomao completes the trial tonight.
Even more, he’s curious—what will Aunt Ruxue’s next challenge be?
A woman who defies all logic could conjure any trial imaginable.
"Here are the six extra beers you ordered, ladies and gentleman."
"Pardon the interruption—for orders over 300, we offer a free song request."
"With these six bottles, your total exceeds 300. Would you like to pick a song?"
The server sets the drinks down and politely addresses the trio.
Lin Yu doesn’t answer, instead glancing at tonight’s host.
Given how she was humming along earlier, maybe Senior Fang has a song in mind.
Fang Xinran hesitates, then looks straight at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu: "???"
That look in her eyes… feels dangerous.
"Actually, could one of us go up and sing instead?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Called it!
He knew it!
……
(Second update today—more coming tonight! The short drama adaptation of this novel, Shared Apartment: My System Glitched, is now available for pre-order on Red Fruit. Check it out if you’re interested!)
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