Lin Yu paused in his tracks, almost freezing right there.
Little Fufu's response...
It wasn't just that her tone was sincere and free of any stuttering; her gaze was so unwavering that Lin Yu hardly dared to look her in the eye.
He was just making a joke; he hadn't expected Little Fufu to answer so seriously.
In an instant.
He felt as if he had done something wrong.
Moreover.
Little Fufu's eyes were growing redder by the second. Rarely for her, she didn't dodge Lin Yu's gaze or look down.
She stared at Lin Yu with a look of grievance, her eyes seeming to ask repeatedly:
*Are you leaving? Where on earth are you planning to go? You can't leave without telling me.*
Lin Yu hurriedly changed his tune:
"It was just a joke, I wasn't being serious."
"Little Fufu, you absolutely must not take it for real!"
"Pingchuan is so wonderful, how could I bear to go anywhere else?"
Seeing Little Fufu's reaction, Lin Yu tried hard to backpedal and do some damage control.
He had to prevent her emotions from escalating further.
Otherwise, if anyone walking ahead turned around to take a look...
And found Little Fufu crying beside Lin Yu, there would be absolutely no way to explain what had happened!
But right now.
Even though Lin Yu said this, Little Fufu couldn't fully believe him in her heart.
She mustered up her courage and asked again:
"Re... really?"
Lin Yu quietly held up three fingers and said with great seriousness:
"Absolutely true!"
"I can promise you, as long as you and I are alive,"
"I will never let you be unable to find me!"
[Ding!]
[God-tier Move. The Holy Son's sincere promise has put his Dao Companion's heart completely at ease!]
[Reward: 100 Spirit Stones]
Only when he reached this point did Ye Mengfu's expression finally soften.
She believed Lin Yu's answer.
At the same time.
She repeated a phrase in her own heart: *Me too.*
As they walked, Ying'er finished chatting with those ahead and returned to the pair, ruthlessly dragging Little Fufu away.
Regarding this.
Lin Yu naturally couldn't stop her.
However.
The vacuum left beside Lin Yu gave others a perfect opportunity to strike.
Chi Qingshui stood by the roadside, stopping to wait for Lin Yu.
When Tang Yimian and Fang Xinran, who were second to last in the group, walked past, Chi Qingshui deliberately shouted:
"Lin Yu, walk a bit faster. We need to confirm tomorrow's filming location in the group chat."
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
How long had Lin Yu known Chi Qingshui?
How could he not know her personality and the hidden meaning behind her words?
The confirmation of the filming location had been sent in the group chat at past eight o'clock in the evening.
There was absolutely no need to confirm it now; even if she were anxious, this wasn't the way to go about it.
There were simply too many people at the birthday party today.
Chi Qingshui hadn't had a single chance to talk to Lin Yu alone.
As his first love and girlfriend.
Chi Qingshui was terrified of neglecting her boyfriend, fearing it might make him feel uncomfortable.
So.
Even if the excuse was lame, she had to use it as a pretext to stay alone with Lin Yu for a while.
Only after Tang Yimian and Fang Xinran had walked past did Lin Yu arrive, taking his sweet time.
Chi Qingshui deliberately held up her phone and raised her voice:
"Lin Yu, take a look. How about we film this spot first tomorrow?"
Lin Yu looked at Chi Qingshui with deep meaning...
*Smack~*
His hand naughtily slapped her behind.
Hmm.
Very bouncy.
Chi Qingshui: "You... are you asking for a beating!"
Lin Yu: "How was my technique on that shot?"
Chi Qingshui's cheeks instantly burned hot: "..."
By tacit agreement, the two didn't continue discussing the filming assignment.
Instead, they used this brief moment to whisper intimate nothings to each other.
"How was your birthday? Are you satisfied?"
Chi Qingshui asked about Lin Yu's feelings regarding the birthday.
She wanted to see if he was happy with today.
Lin Yu checked that no one ahead was looking back, then gently bumped Chi Qingshui's arm:
"Wifey, did you come over just to ask such official questions?"
[Ding!]
[God-tier Move. The Holy Son's ambiguous flirtation has brought great joy to his Dao Companion's heart!]
[Reward: 80 Spirit Stones]
That single word, "Wifey," almost made Chi Qingshui lose her soul.
She couldn't hide the upward curve of her lips at all.
She had originally come over to see if Lin Yu had enjoyed himself today.
As a result.
She couldn't even remember what she was going to say next.
"You... you be careful."
"Ms. Tang and Ms. Fang are walking just ahead; they could be very close to us."
"If they hear us... you'll be in trouble."
Chi Qingshui clasped her hands behind her back, her footsteps light as she stepped on the shadows cast on the ground.
The bright streetlights shone down, stretching their two shadows long and then shortening them again.
Over and over, in an endless loop.
Would Lin Yu be worried about the two senior teachers ahead hearing them?
At this distance, he had performed a perfect test.
If even Mao Ruirui couldn't hear them, what the hell was there to worry about!
Lin Yu didn't know what Chi Qingshui was thinking about him today.
But for the whole day, his little girlfriend hadn't been placed in the most important position.
Whether she felt unhappy about that was what Lin Yu cared about.
"You've been calling me 'Lin Yu, Lin Yu' all day, haven't you?"
"There's no one around now, heh heh. Wifey, why don't you call me something sweet?"
Chi Qingshui immediately reached out and pinched Lin Yu's arm:
"Can't you be a little more serious? Bringing that up out of nowhere..."
Lin Yu didn't shy away; instead, he continued to look at Chi Qingshui with anticipation.
Chi Qingshui's gaze quickly darted away, not daring to look him in the eye.
But then, on second thought...
Today was Lin Yu's birthday, after all.
It wasn't twelve o'clock yet, so the day wasn't over.
On a day like this...
Satisfying his little requests was exactly what a girlfriend should do.
"Hubby."
Chi Qingshui said the word rapidly.
Lin Yu deliberately leaned his ear in closer, pretending he hadn't heard a thing.
"What was that? Did someone say something just now?"
Chi Qingshui knew perfectly well that he was doing this on purpose.
But there was no helping it.
She had already started indulging him.
She might as well see it through to the end.
Chi Qingshui cautiously glanced ahead to ensure no one was looking back at them.
Then.
With lightning speed, she stood on her tiptoes and pecked Lin Yu on the cheek.
She followed it up by repeating herself:
"Hubby!"
Lin Yu touched his cheek, a grin spreading across his face.
"I heard it that time. Who would have thought... I never would have guessed..."
"That our Student Council President would be the type to take advantage of a vulnerable moment just to have her way with me."
Seeing the way Lin Yu was acting so innocent after getting exactly what he wanted, Chi Qingshui really wanted to give him a couple of punches.
She suppressed the urge to beat him up and asked seriously, "How was your birthday today? Did you have a good time?"
Lin Yu nodded without a second thought.
"Of course. I had so many friends here to celebrate with me."
"But most importantly... the person I love is right here by my side!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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!
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.”
