Lin Yu suddenly dropped a "bomb," leaving the wig-wearing "Mao Mao" completely stunned.
This time, her expression remained controlled, though the faint sound of static still emitted from her body.
Wigged "Mao Mao": "ZerO, seems like you love joking around. I have no idea what you're—"
Lin Yu: "Joking? Hah… What’s my current world ranking? What was it last time? How many spots are between us? What was our first match? When did I first crush you? How old were you when you debuted? What are the last six digits of your ID?"
Wigged "Mao Mao" furrowed her brows: "…"
Lin Yu spread his hand, counting down finger by finger: "Five, four, three…"
She was completely cornered.
Five seconds.
Too many questions—she couldn’t even process them all.
Even if she heard them, she might not remember every detail.
Trying to listen and respond at the same time would only lead to mistakes, making her sound incoherent.
And Lin Yu was already suspicious.
The slightest hesitation would shatter any chance of convincing him.
Exposed.
Completely exposed.
Then, a voice came through the wigged "Mao Mao’s" earpiece:
"Xiashan, I’ll take over. He’s onto us."
"Give me a minute. I’ll be right there."
Hearing this, "Mao Mao" removed the wig, the neckband headphones, and the hidden earpieces.
She shook her head lightly, letting her short black hair fall smoothly into place.
"Impressive, kid."
"Thanks to you, I can take these off early."
"Guess I’m just not cut out for acting."
"Mind telling me how you figured it out?"
Without the disguise, her cold, striking aura was undeniable.
Her sharp, elegant features clashed starkly with her outfit, erasing the earlier dissonance.
This was her real presence.
With the wig, her age had been impossible to guess.
Now, she clearly looked a few years older than Lin Yu.
In Lin Yu’s earpiece, Mo Shangying’s furious voice erupted:
"Ah!!"
"That bitch sent a fake too?!"
"Master, thank god you’re a genius and saw through her trick!"
"What kind of person does this? I came with full sincerity, and she sneaks in a stand-in?"
"Master, tell me—should I go nuclear on her?!"
Lin Yu: "…"
How could this little hacker even say that?
Didn’t you also send a stand-in (me)?
The only reason she could keep talking big was his skills and quick thinking, which flipped the situation.
Tch.
What would she do without him?
Lin Yu straightened up, wearing a knowing smirk as he spoke with confidence:
"There were plenty of signs you were a stand-in."
"Micro-expressions, speech patterns, shifting gaze, overall vibe… you name it."
"Honestly, to excel in our line of work, you need nerves of steel."
Stand-in Sister: "…"
This was the guy who’d once said, "I’ll wreck you on the gas stove"—now lecturing her on composure?
To Lin Yu, this woman was just a disposable decoy.
They’d never cross paths again.
Might as well flex while he could.
If anyone looked stupid, it’d be ZerO—not Lin Yu.
But then—
Stand-in Sister nodded, smiling.
"People in your field are… interesting."
"I’m based in Pingchuan. We might run into each other again."
Lin Yu: "???"
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
A stand-in, and a local?!
The last thing he wanted was small talk with someone from here.
Pingchuan was tiny—they could bump into each other on any damn street corner.
Stand-in Sister added:
"Relax, I’m not in your line of work. No digging into people."
Mo Shangying barked in his ear:
"Master, clap back! Tell her—'Our line of work might just dig you!'"
Lin Yu: "…"
Just then, a petite girl stepped up to the table.
No verification needed—one look, and Lin Yu knew: This was Mao Mao.
Her short, icy-blue hair, streaked with a lock of white, was otherworldly.
An alphabet hairpin added a playful touch.
The same sports headphones looped around her slender neck.
An identical abstract watercolor T-shirt dress emphasized her delicate frame.
Her whole aura was years younger than the stand-in, more like Lin Yu’s age.
Not only was she Mao Mao—
Lin Yu was certain she had OCD.
Hiring a stand-in and forcing them to mimic her style down to the last accessory?
Full-blown perfectionism.
The stand-in sister saw the real deal arrive.
Gracefully rising to her feet, she said:
"Sorry, Maomao, this little brother's observational skills are terrifying."
"Never thought I’d be exposed so quickly."
"You two chat. I’ll wait for you downstairs."
"If he dares to..."
"Hmph, just call me up anytime."
Before leaving,
the stand-in sister made sure to toss out one last threat.
......
The stand-in sister walked to the parking spot outside the coffee shop.
She slid into a black G-Class and fished out her phone from inside.
Three missed calls—caller ID: Xia Yiwei!
The woman dialed back.
The call was picked up in under five seconds.
"Xia Xiashan, did you drop dead out there? Why aren’t you answering your phone?"
"Don’t go getting yourself killed before I even send someone to do it!"
As usual, her younger sister Xia Yiwei opened with greetings straight out of the reincarnation cycle.
Long accustomed to it, Xia Xiashan cut straight to the point:
"Maomao’s in Pingchuan. I was just with her."
"Right now... she’s meeting an important client."
On the other end, Xia Yiwei gasped, equal parts thrilled and shocked:
"Maomao’s here? What about Aunt Ru Xue? Did she come too?"
"Such a big deal and you didn’t say anything sooner!"
"Sneaking off to see Maomao alone—how evil can you be, sis?"
Xia Xiashan wiped off the ill-suited lip gloss with a makeup mirror and replied:
"Ru Xue didn’t come. Just Maomao."
"Clear your schedule tomorrow, no matter what. We’re having dinner with Maomao."
"Hmm... she might bring a local friend from Pingchuan."
After a brief pause, Xia Yiwei hesitantly asked:
"Fine. Then... can I bring a friend too?"
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...
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
