Mao Ruirui first looked at Lin Yu with surprise in her eyes.
Soon after,
her expression relaxed.
"Xiao Yu, it’s not surprising that you’d know."
"That’s right, the landlord for the shop I rented is the same as Qi Meng’s."
"You must’ve heard the landlord’s name from Qi Meng, right?"
To be fair,
Lin Yu had indeed met Brother Biao through Aunt Qi Meng.
But later on…
"Ruirui-jie, how about I call the landlord for you?"
"Actually, I’m on pretty good terms with Wang… I mean, Brother Biao."
Mao Ruirui: "Brother Biao?"
Chang Xiaoxiao: "Brother Biao?"
...
A few minutes later,
inside the pet shop,
Lin Yu put the call on speakerphone and dialed Wang Biao.
"Bro, my dumb dog is absolutely not cut out for competitions!"
"But it’s not that I don’t wanna help you out."
"Since we’re practically family, I’ll be straight with you—I don’t dare!"
Unaware that Lin Yu was broadcasting the call to two girls,
Wang Biao spoke with complete sincerity.
Mao Ruirui and Chang Xiaoxiao exchanged glances, unable to suppress awkward smiles.
Wang Biao’s wife, Madam Song Chunxia, was indeed not known for her patience.
Among the tenants on the commercial street, no one particularly feared Wang Biao as a landlord.
Except for his wife—Madam Song Chunxia!
A real-life version of a stereotypical landlady,
she would visit the pet shop daily to walk "Good Luck," the dog she boarded there, around the block.
Whenever she encountered tenants who were late on rent or neglected their storefronts,
she’d puff on her cigarette and curse them out.
So when she approached Mao Ruirui, Mao Ruirui didn’t dare refuse.
You could ignore others, but you had to respect Sister Chunxia’s face!
Listening to Wang Biao’s words, Lin Yu also felt awkward.
With Brother Biao being this honest, what else could he say?
He couldn’t let the man go home and get chewed out by his wife, could he?
"I get it, I get it. 'Good Luck' isn’t really a dumb dog."
"He just lacks training. With some effort, I should be able to whip him into shape."
"If we place in the competition, it’ll bring honor to you and Sister Chunxia."
Lin Yu quickly smoothed things over, his tone diplomatic.
Wang Biao, hearing this, replied cheerfully:
"Yu, even if I can’t help with this, there are other things I can decide."
"If you can actually get my dumb mutt to compete, forget about placing—"
"Just completing one event would be enough!"
"I’ll waive two more months of rent for Mao-guniang’s shop!"
Mao Ruirui’s eyes instantly lit up.
Beside her, Chang Xiaoxiao excitedly grabbed her arm.
Sister Chunxia had already agreed to waive one month.
Add Brother Biao’s promised two months,
and that was a huge chunk of savings!
Lin Yu was equally thrilled—Brother Biao was truly a stand-up guy.
Even though he couldn’t help with the original request,
he made sure Lin Yu didn’t leave empty-handed.
Once the party venue’s renovations were done, he’d have to properly thank Brother Biao.
When someone treats you well, you’ve got to return the favor at the right moment.
That’s how you keep friendships strong.
Lin Yu: "Brother Biao, I won’t turn it down—thanks a ton!"
Wang Biao: "Cut the crap, we’re family. Later, man."
Lin Yu: "Got it, Brother Biao."
Wang Biao: "Yeah, alright. Mm-hmm."
Hanging up,
Lin Yu clapped his hands with renewed determination.
"Alright, Ruirui-jie, let’s get to work!"
"For three months’ worth of rent, we’ve gotta go all out!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your considerate words made your partner feel deeply cared for!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Though overjoyed, Mao Ruirui still felt guilty.
She hurriedly said to Lin Yu:
"Sorry, Xiao Yu, for dragging you into this and making you owe the landlord a favor."
"Whether we get the rent waived or not doesn’t matter—don’t stress, just do what you can."
When she first approached Lin Yu,
Mao Ruirui had just wanted an excuse to spend more time with him.
She never intended to use him to achieve anything.
What if he misunderstood and thought she was manipulating him?
Lin Yu chuckled in response.
"Ruirui-jie, what nonsense are you saying?"
"If we somehow place in the competition, who’s really owing whom?"
"Three months’ rent is at least over ten grand—of course we’ve gotta go for it!"
"I’m counting on you treating me to a feast after we win!"
By jokingly asking for a reward upfront,
Lin Yu eased Mao Ruirui’s worries.
He knew exactly what kind of person she was.
Besides,
training a dog was nothing to him!
Even if he didn’t train "Good Luck,"
as long as he attended the competition, he could ensure the other dogs made mistakes.
With the Beast Command in play, he’d be the undisputed king of dogs!
...
The pet shop was too cramped for training,
so they headed to a nearby old residential area mostly inhabited by seniors.
There was a small park for elderly activities,
usually empty around noon.
Mao Ruirui often brought the shop’s dogs here for walks and practice.
Lin Yu was familiar with this neighborhood.
He’d even played chess here with an old man—
Zheng Zhihua!
Xia Xiashan and Xia Yiwei’s uncle,
and also Xia Xiashan’s martial arts teacher!
Though it had only been days since he last came here searching for a dog,
it felt like an eternity.
Long enough for things to feel strangely different.
The two of them led "Good Luck" to an empty spot.
Mao Ruirui set up traffic cones at regulation intervals,
recreating a mock competition course.
Today’s training wasn’t too difficult.
Dogs that competed regularly rarely struggled with this stage.
The task was simple: weave around the cones,
then sprint to the finish line and hit the timer.
Most competing dogs performed similarly in this event.
But for those new to competitions…
Lin Yu glanced at "Good Luck,"
who was sprawled lazily on the ground, unmoving.
The dog had been listless since leaving the shop,
barely reacting even when fed sausages earlier.
Clearly, living with Madam Song Chunxia had spoiled him rotten.
Now that he’d crossed paths with Lin Yu…
"Good Luck’s" luck was about to run out!
"Hey, you lazy mutt—how long are you gonna lie there?"
...
(First update today. There’ll be another one tonight, hopefully earlier than usual. If you’re enjoying this, feel free to drop some free support—much appreciated!)
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
