Auntie Ruxue, the usually adaptable "Phantom God," had finally succumbed to sleep deprivation.
In the second half of today's main battlefield, Lin Yu didn't steal the spotlight.
Instead, he left it to the "legit" players, letting them show off their skills to their hearts' content.
Lin Yu wandered behind the chairs to supervise, observing who the true "King of Guns" really was.
Although Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong were hardcore veterans who had been playing for years—always arranging to play together whenever they had free time—their technical skills were...
Simply unbearable to watch!
Lin Yu stood behind Shen Buyao for several minutes, observing her "low-light" moments where she fed the enemy over a dozen kills while only securing three herself.
What was even more noteworthy was that the only three people she killed had already been beaten to a sliver of health by her teammates.
She was just responsible for stealing the kills!
"Yaoyao, isn't this the game you're always clamoring to play?"
"So you really are the type who is 'trash but addicted,' huh?"
Lies don't hurt; the truth is the sharpest knife.
Shen Buyao had long sensed Lin Yu watching her from behind.
That's how it is for rookie players...
Her skills weren't great to begin with, and with someone observing, she felt even more nervous inside.
Originally, she might have killed five, but as a result, she only killed three.
Once someone made a comment from the sidelines, however, she felt she had found the perfect excuse!
"It's already past twelve o'clock, isn't it?"
"Damn you, Lin Yu!!"
"If you hadn't been behind me distracting me the whole time, would I have been killed so many times?"
"Could a high-level player of my caliber possibly be this weak?"
Lin Yu had expected this; he knew Shen Buyao would definitely pin the blame on him.
If she didn't blame him, who else could she blame?
Lin Yu followed Shen Buyao's words and said:
"With your level, it's impossible for you to grow a pair of *those things*!"
Shen Buyao stared wide-eyed in confusion:
"What do you mean?"
Beside her, Huang Feirong was already laughing hysterically:
"Hahaha, that's a good one, that's a good one, hahaha..."
"Da Yu is such a wicked young man, driving his 'dirty car' anytime, anywhere."
"Girls, you need to keep your eyes open. You can't get involved with this kind of boy."
"Don't let his bad fluids..."
"Aim at you and squirt all over your faces!"
Everyone dared to laugh at the jokes Lin Yu made.
But his little bit of humor was simply worthless in front of a naturally gifted talent like her.
The Queen of Dirty Jokes clearly didn't say anything particularly explosive.
Yet, every time, she could use the simplest language to make you imagine the most dramatic scenes.
You absolutely couldn't think too deeply about her words; the more you thought, the more evil it seemed.
After Huang Feirong's reminder, Shen Buyao finally reacted.
Turning her back to Lin Yu, she swung a roundhouse punch at him.
The result was naturally predictable.
Lin Yu had been waiting for this move, so of course, it was impossible for her to hit him.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Yu moved behind Shen Jiuyi, who was sitting nearby.
Shen Jiuyi: "..."
In the past, when playing games, Shen Jiuyi never cared how many people were watching.
Her eyes saw only one thing: defeating the opponent.
But if the person watching was Lin Yu...
It was hard to pretend he didn't exist!
"Wow, 15-2. That's a pretty good record, Small Jiu!"
Lin Yu couldn't help but offer a compliment.
Immediately following that.
15-3!
15-4!
15-5!
15...
Lin Yu: "..."
Looking at it this way.
Lin Yu felt that if he kept standing behind her, Shen Jiuyi might actually manage to achieve a negative kill-death ratio!
"Why are you even more timid than **Sister Curator** was just now?"
**Sister Curator** could at least perform a proper quick-scope.
Whether she hit anything was another matter, but her movements were quite crisp.
Shen Jiuyi, on the other hand, was switching between knife and gun, twirling them around twice, and then rushing out holding the knife?
It was as if her hands and brain weren't familiar with each other—were they newly assembled?
Lin Yu gently patted the back of Shen Jiuyi's head.
Shen Jiuyi instantly tensed up all over: "!!!"
Did Lin Yu just touch her head?
In the eyes of outsiders, their relationship shouldn't be close enough for that, right?
Besides, there were so many people present...
Even if everyone was playing games, what if someone saw?
Was he not worried about that happening at all!
Or was it?
Just because her fate was...
So Lin Yu dared to act so boldly, without needing to consider her actual feelings at all.
"Small Jiu, play well. The Immortal pets your head."
Shen Jiuyi: "..."
She was completely overthinking it.
Lin Yu didn't have that many strange thoughts at all.
He purely just wanted to drop a line of trash talk to mess with her mindset.
Lin Yu strolled over behind Xiang Tiange and began admiring the dual operation between her and Little Chi.
After half a day of grinding together, the two of them coordinated quite well.
Even though they weren't playing Bomb Defusal mode, but just ordinary Team Deathmatch.
Yet, the two insisted on choosing the same position and the same route to team up against the players that came out.
"Are you two playing intimately or what? Your skills are actually pretty good!"
Lin Yu praised them sincerely; it definitely wasn't casual flattery.
Xiang Tiange laughed without looking back:
"We're far worse than you, Gun God. We got carried by you last round, so this round, our team relies on me to protect it!"
Chi Qingchi wasn't happy hearing that:
"Hehehe, don't take all the credit for yourself."
"Without my support, who would help you clean up those low-health monsters?"
Xiang Tiange immediately handed over a Crispy Shark chocolate bar:
"Right, right, right, it's all thanks to the help of Gun King Little Chi!"
"Wow, dead again. Ying'er's aim is so accurate!"
Chi Qingchi's hand speed was quite fast.
Not her shooting speed.
But her speed at tearing open the Crispy Shark wrapper really shocked Lin Yu.
His eyes only tracked the first half of the process where she picked up the chocolate bar.
As for how she tore it open later and how she put it into her mouth, he didn't see it clearly at all.
Chi Qingchi hurriedly responded:
"Hehehe, you... *mumble mumble*..."
Lin Yu: "..."
"Little Chi, how about we swallow the food in our mouth before we talk smack?"
Chi Qingchi dangled the Crispy Shark from one side of her mouth:
"Little Lin, you don't know, this is the last Crispy Shark."
"How could you understand the gold content of the last Crispy Shark?"
Lin Yu rubbed his forehead helplessly:
"Hmm, I indeed don't understand the gold content."
"It's just that..."
Speaking with a bar hanging from her mouth like that was a bit unladylike, wasn't it?
On one hand, Lin Yu didn't dare to say the rest of his words directly to Little Chi.
On the other hand, he really didn't have the chance to say it.
Because an identical face had already seized the opportunity and leaned in close to Little Chi.
Chi Qingchi turned her face sideways...
She was so scared the Crispy Shark almost fell out!
"Sister, why did you suddenly lean over?"
"That's so scary! Can you give a heads-up next time?"
Chi Qingshui looked at Little Chi suspiciously and said:
"You killed so many people, huh?"
To others, it indeed sounded like a compliment.
But Little Chi's eyes had already begun to evade hers...
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
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?"
