"Ruirui-jie, I'm here. Are you busy?"
Lin Yu stepped into the shop, the bell above the door jingling as he entered.
He had expected to run into Chang Xiaoxiao first thing upon arrival.
But to his surprise—
There was no sign of her.
Not just her, but Mao Ruirui was missing too?
The shop was quieter than usual, with only the faint rustling and hopping sounds of small animals in their cages.
"Ruirui-jie? Are you here?"
"Xiaoxiao?"
"That's weird..."
Lin Yu frowned, scanning the entrance hall.
The door was open, yet not a soul in sight?
Had another clueless dog run off, and the two of them gone chasing after it?
Even if they were searching for a runaway dog, they wouldn’t just leave the door unlocked.
Lin Yu walked further inside, checking the other rooms.
If no one turned up, he’d have to call them.
However—
As he approached the usual pet bathing room—
The faint creak of floorboards didn’t escape Lin Yu’s sharp hearing.
What was that…?
The sound of shuffling footsteps?
From the outside, no one was visible.
But if he squinted past the glass, two dark figures lurked behind it…
They were hiding!
And there was more than one!
What were Ruirui-jie and Xiaoxiao up to, sneaking around like this?
Trying to scare him?
Were they pulling some kind of prank?
Lin Yu was completely baffled, unable to guess their intentions.
Still—
He wasn’t about to ruin their fun.
Feigning ignorance, he stepped inside.
"Strange, they didn’t tell me they were going out…"
"Where is everyone?"
Lin Yu muttered under his breath—
Of course, intentionally loud enough for the two behind the door to hear.
The next moment—
"Bang~"
"Bang~"
Two loud pops echoed from behind the door.
Colorful paper streamers rained down, covering Lin Yu from head to toe.
At least they weren’t glitter—that stuff was a nightmare to clean off.
"Xiao Yu, happy early birthday!"
"Lin Yu-senpai, happy birthday!"
Mao Ruirui and Chang Xiaoxiao jumped out from behind the door, beaming at him excitedly.
Lin Yu pretended to be startled before turning to them, clasping his hands together in gratitude.
The moment he saw the streamers, he’d figured it out.
Tomorrow was his birthday.
They’d all agreed to celebrate properly at the apartment.
But it seemed the two girls had decided to give him an early surprise at the shop today.
Mao Ruirui grabbed a box from a nearby table and handed it to Lin Yu.
Chang Xiaoxiao followed suit, placing a slightly smaller box on top of it.
Mao Ruirui: "We’re giving you our gifts early. Tomorrow, there’ll be so many people giving you presents—we wanted to stand out."
Chang Xiaoxiao: "Exactly! Ruirui-jie suggested we celebrate today, so I brought my gift from home too."
Both boxes were wrapped in decorative paper.
No way to guess what was inside just by looking.
"Thank you, really. So… should I…?"
Lin Yu mimed unwrapping the gifts, glancing at them for confirmation.
Mao Ruirui: "Open them at home!"
Chang Xiaoxiao: "At home!"
They spoke in perfect unison—
Even their tone and expressions were eerily identical.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but wonder…
Were these just ordinary gifts?
Or was there something else hidden inside that they didn’t want him seeing now?
The two girls noticed his puzzled look and quickly backtracked.
Mao Ruirui hurriedly explained:
"Because it’s not technically your birthday yet!"
Chang Xiaoxiao: "Right, exactly!"
Mao Ruirui: "If you open them now, there won’t be any surprise left for the actual day. Wait until after midnight!"
Chang Xiaoxiao: "Yeah, Ruirui-jie’s totally right."
Lin Yu nodded with an amused smile: "..."
Worried about spoiling the surprise?
Then why insist on giving them early?
Tsk tsk.
He really couldn’t follow Ruirui-jie and Xiaoxiao’s logic.
But since they’d put it that way—
He’d play along.
Otherwise, if he opened them now and found, say, two love letters inside, things might get awkward.
"Can I leave the gifts at the front desk for now?"
"Ruirui-jie, which dog am I training today?"
Chang Xiaoxiao politely took the boxes from Lin Yu and set them aside.
Meanwhile, Mao Ruirui led him back to the main area.
She opened one of the medium-sized cages and called out to the dog inside.
"Good Luck, come here."
But—
The dog didn’t budge.
It just lay there, head pressed to the floor, staring up at its owner with pitiful eyes.
It didn’t seem lazy—just too scared to step out.
Lin Yu gave Mao Ruirui a questioning look.
"This is the dog you’re entering in the competition?"
There was no way this dog had any competitive potential!
At the very least, they should’ve picked one with some basic training, right?
This one was clearly untrained and skittish—how was it supposed to compete?
Did they think Lin Yu was some kind of dog-whispering deity?
Could he magically turn any mutt into a champion overnight?!
Mao Ruirui looked sheepish.
"Xiao Yu, originally, it wasn’t supposed to be this one…"
"I just wanted you to see if Good Luck… had any potential?"
That only confused Lin Yu more.
Was this some kind of nepotism case?
Had some rich dog owner sponsored the shop?
He recognized the breed.
He’d crammed a ton of dog knowledge to prepare for today.
A Dogue de Bordeaux—
Also called a French Mastiff or Bordeaux Bulldog.
In terms of size and breed—
They were actually great for training and competitions.
Highly intelligent, obedient to commands, easy to shape into winners.
But this one?
A clear exception.
Lin Yu answered honestly:
"Potential… is very low."
"Is there some story behind this dog?"
"Or does it… have powerful connections?"
Mao Ruirui awkwardly lowered her gaze.
Lin Yu: "..."
Bingo.
Seeing her discomfort, Chang Xiaoxiao stepped in.
"Lin Yu-senpai, you’re really sharp. This dog belongs to Aunt Chunxia—she’s the landlord’s wife."
"When she heard about the city’s dog competition, she wanted Good Luck to participate."
"It’s not that Good Luck isn’t a good dog, just…"
"It’s not the competition type."
Close enough to what Lin Yu had guessed.
But one thing still puzzled him—
"So that’s how it is. Makes sense."
"Let me ask—"
"Ruirui-jie, is your landlord’s name Wang Biao?"
...
(Bonus chapter delivered!)
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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, 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?"
