Xiaochi's thoughts were quite simple and pure.
If she spoke up now,
wouldn't it let her sister know that she had accepted Lin Yu's snacks again on the way back?
Although Lin Yu had said he would back her up,
Xiaochi had kept her mouth shut until the very end on the way back.
Who knew if Lin Yu might hold a grudge and deliberately make things difficult for her in front of her sister?
In short,
she couldn't rush to explain now; it would only bring unnecessary trouble upon herself.
Xiaochi had no idea.
Her current lack of explanation had already set off a whirlwind of wild thoughts in her sister, Chi Qingshui's, mind.
And it wasn't just Chi Qingshui; there were quite a few people present who didn't understand this side of things.
Everyone was heatedly discussing, finding it hard to imagine Lin Yu, ever so charming, getting into a fight with someone.
Lin Yu sat in the host's seat: "..."
He seemed present, but in reality, he had checked out a while ago.
Given the current trend, it wouldn't be long before more trouble came swarming.
The game had only just begun, and Lin Yu definitely wouldn't be the one to interrupt its progress.
He had once enjoyed the feeling of being "the center of attention."
Now, he was equally worried about the potential outcome of being "condemned by everyone"!
After Du Ruxue answered her question, she smoothly passed her turn.
She also demonstrated to everyone how to answer safely without incurring any punishment.
This undoubtedly set an example for the others, establishing a foundation for how subsequent questions and [skills] could complement each other.
At the same time,
Lin Yu made a decision in his heart...
He couldn't just sit back and watch this continue.
Otherwise,
sooner or later, he would be swallowed up by the damn rules.
Only now did he understand.
No wonder Maomao had given him a whole box of skill cards!
Before, he had thought, wasn't Maomao just being ridiculous?
Others hardly had any skill cards, only one identity skill.
Yet Lin Yu had a whole box to himself?
Wasn't that clearly unfair to everyone?
Furthermore,
in one game, how many times could he possibly use skills? How could he ever use up a whole box of cards?
After just two short rounds of selection, Lin Yu fully grasped
how thoughtful Maomao's intentions had been.
It was practically like giving him a box of lifelines!
If any unexpected situation arose, he could pull the scene back at any time.
A whole box of skill cards too many?
Lin Yu had been so foolish!
He wished he could have two more boxes, just in case.
Looking at the situation, it seemed they could totally come in handy!
The game continued.
The number "11" appeared on the TV screen.
[The Mom] Tang Yimian stood up from her seat.
She looked uneasily at the flickering TV screen, waiting for her question to arrive.
Besides that,
Tang Yimian was also considering whether or not to activate her skill.
Her skill wasn't closely related to the question itself.
It wasn't a skill like "transfer the question" or "substitute the concept."
To use it or not depended entirely on her own mood.
Soon,
the content for fabricating a story appeared:
"Please describe two moments when you felt the Birthday Star was very reliable when alone with him, or two moments when Uncle Cat felt he was unreliable!"
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Seeing the question appear, Lin Yu already knew how Senior Tang would choose.
She definitely wouldn't pick 'unreliable'!
It would inevitably be describing reliable moments.
Sigh.
He wondered if Senior would blurt out something that would make Lin Yu's heart leap into his throat.
Tang Yimian hesitated for a moment, glanced at the people around her, and said:
"I... will not activate my skill."
The host Maomao immediately announced:
"[The Mom] is the backbone of the family, needing to worry about everything everywhere. When she needs help, she can mobilize the strength of the whole family!"
"Please select any two players from among all players to complete this question with you. They cannot refuse."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately perked up.
So it wasn't a transfer-type skill, but one that dragged others down with her!
This was quite rare indeed.
Tang Yimian first patted Fang Xinran's shoulder beside her:
"Player number 12."
When Fang Xinran heard Maomao describe Tang Yimian's skill, she had already anticipated it.
Among those present, Tang Yimian was undoubtedly most familiar with her.
Choosing to play a little mischief on her would surely not incur any resentment.
What kind of person was Tang Yimian?
Someone who would apologize to you non-stop if she felt even slightly offended.
With such a skill that could easily offend people, it was really hard for her to decide on a second candidate.
At the game table,
Yinger secretly raised her hand, hinting that Tang Yimian could choose her.
Seeing Yinger's initiative, Tang Yimian's heart relaxed greatly.
Great!
Yinger was willing to participate actively; it wasn't her forcing her to stand up.
The psychological pressure on Tang Yimian naturally lessened considerably.
Soon,
Yinger also stood up from her seat, waiting to answer the question together.
According to the rules, Tang Yimian had to answer first.
She first repeatedly organized in her mind what she was going to say.
She kept muttering under her breath:
"Opposite, must say the opposite... can't say it normally..."
Not wanting to keep everyone waiting too long, once Tang Yimian was more or less prepared, she immediately began to speak:
"Two moments when the Birthday Star made me feel most unreliable. One was the day the water pipe burst in my room."
"The whole room was flooded, and I was feeling perfectly calm. Then the Birthday Star came in."
"He didn't bring any tools, and he very slowly made the pipe worse."
"In that moment, he felt very unreliable."
"The second point, when the school organized an activity, and the Birthday Star helped me lead the team hiking."
"The students all distrusted him greatly, and he did a very bad job."
"..."
Tang Yimian spoke slowly and methodically, afraid that any sentence might be poorly considered, forgetting to say the opposite.
This angle of response was okay.
It was entirely about moments of being helpful.
It didn't cause much of a commotion.
Fang Xinran's response was similar in angle to Tang Yimian's, both speaking from the perspective of helping others.
When Yinger stood up, that's when Lin Yu's heart truly leapt into his throat.
She first looked at Lin Yu and let out a "hehehe" laugh.
Then, she began to speak slowly:
"It seems everyone hasn't yet realized the true fun of the game, huh? I thought of two moments..."
Instantly,
Lin Yu sensed trouble from Yinger's micro-expressions.
Yinger had designed the game. If the atmosphere became too dull, she would definitely find a way to create more entertainment value.
Lin Yu immediately reacted, raising his hand and saying:
"I activate the skill, Southern Barbarian Invasion!"
Hearing this, Maomao immediately stopped Yinger, who was about to speak:
"[Southern Barbarian Invasion] skill activated!"
The answer phase of this round is immediately aborted! Aborted!
All players who have spoken or are currently speaking must put on a 'No Risk' card.
...
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
