"I'll give it a try."
Listening to Lin Yu's words, Xiao Fufu once again stepped out from behind cover.
This time, she wasn't in a hurry to rush out. Instead, she recalled what Lin Yu had said.
She quickly peeked out just a little. The moment she noticed the crosshair turn red, she immediately fired a shot.
Then,
without waiting to see if she had hit, she swiftly darted back behind the crate.
The golden "Headshot" indicator appeared on the computer screen!
And that wasn't all.
Xiao Fufu almost without pause, began repeating the same maneuver.
Second shot!
No target found—she fired into empty air.
Third shot!
Another silver "Headshot" indicator flashed!
[Ding!]
[Heavenly display of skill! The Saint's selfless and meticulous guidance has moved his Dao Companion's heart profoundly!]
[Reward: 80 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu: "..."
Hearing the system's notification,
Lin Yu felt almost unworthy of the reward.
He had merely offered a couple of simple pointers, things anyone familiar with the game would know.
But knowing something and actually executing it are two completely different things.
Who can truly achieve perfect unity of thought and action?
Xiao Fufu controlled her character, hiding safely behind the crate.
She immediately turned her head to look at Lin Yu and said,
"It... it really works!"
"Thank you... that was, amazing."
Her admiring gaze made Lin Yu feel a bit embarrassed.
Lin Yu tried asking again:
"Xiao Fufu, when you fire, is it based on a feeling, a sense that you saw something?"
"Or do your eyes truly see it before you shoot?"
The two are completely different.
The former relies heavily on luck.
The latter is the perfect fusion of vision and conscious control.
Xiao Fufu replied very calmly:
"I just... saw it, so... I fired."
"Isn't that... how you're supposed to play this game?"
Mo Shangying, who had been listening nearby, immediately understood what Lin Yu was getting at.
She laughed and said:
"Master, no need to ask any further."
"Xiao Fufu is a rare gaming genius. I've known that for a long time."
"She can pick up any game really quickly, you know."
"It's just that she doesn't really like playing games herself. If I didn't keep asking her to play with me, she'd never think of gaming."
Mo Shangying provided a clear explanation of the situation,
saving Lin Yu from having to speculate further.
This obvious fact was something Mo Shangying had verified many times over.
Every time, with every game.
The answer was always the same!
Ye Mengfu (Xiao Fufu) dove back into the game, not daring to respond to Mo Shangying's praise.
Faced with compliments, she would only blush and avoid the topic, never knowing how to reply.
Lin Yu gave a thumbs-up, marveling at Xiao Fufu's all-around talent.
...
5:00 AM.
The group, breathing in the cool early morning air, filed one by one into the apartment.
The overnight session at the internet cafe was supposed to end at 7:00 AM.
Because they had booked the whole place, the owner had kindly extended it until 10:00 AM.
Forget the extra hours as a bonus;
the fact that this crew had lasted until 5:00 AM was already a miracle.
Most of them didn't have much stamina for all-nighters.
They had persevered until their energy was completely spent, purely out of respect for Lin Yu.
How could Lin Yu just stand by and watch everyone slump over the cafe tables in a row?
So,
in the end, it was he who suggested they head back to get some rest.
He told everyone if they had nothing urgent tomorrow, they could sleep in.
If anyone had pressing matters or needed help with something, they could post in the group, and those with time could lend a hand.
Finding a group of friends who support and help each other was truly a great gain.
Lin Yu used to think the apartment was quite spacious.
But after the last couple of gatherings, he realized it wasn't that big after all—it even felt a bit small.
To accommodate everyone at once, a few people had to squeeze in together.
The first thing upon returning to the apartment, Lin Yu and Auntie Qimeng started assigning rooms to everyone.
Naturally, people who knew each other well tried to squeeze into the same rooms where possible.
After sorting everything out, only Qimeng and Lin Yu remained.
Before heading off to rest,
Chen Qimeng specifically found Lin Yu to ask:
"Xiao Yu, tomorrow is the first day of your project shoot."
"Staying out so late tonight, are you sure it won't affect your plans?"
"If there's anything I can help you with tomorrow, please don't hesitate to tell me."
"The flower shop isn't too busy tomorrow, I can make time whenever."
As she said this, Chen Qimeng was filled with concern about Lin Yu's school project.
She knew that his summer semester project was tied to academic credits.
Starting the first day utterly exhausted could easily lead to problems.
Lin Yu, however, showed no sign of worry and replied directly:
"Qimeng, do I look like I'm out of energy?"
"The shoot is at 1:00 PM tomorrow. It's fine, there's plenty of time to catch up on sleep."
"It's you I'm worried about. You didn't get much sleep time today. Please don't overwork yourself tomorrow."
"And finally..."
"Thank you, Qimeng!"
"For letting me spend an unforgettable birthday in our home."
"This will be the most beautiful memory of my life!"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu gave Auntie Qimeng a light hug.
While it seemed like everyone had worked together to make the birthday party happen,
in reality,
without Auntie Qimeng's initial organization, there wouldn't have been such a perfect birthday celebration later.
At its source,
it was she who had made Lin Yu feel like a king for a day.
Chen Qimeng hugged him back.
Unconsciously,
while sharing this embrace, Chen Qimeng realized she was no longer nervous like she had been at first.
Instead, she felt a deep sense of peace, savoring this moment.
This is what family means:
to be by each other's side, to make each other feel warmth,
and to sense the same feeling reflected in the other's actions.
Back in his own room,
Lin Yu, for the first time, did not activate the Dreamwalk Technique.
Since obtaining the technique, this was the first time he hadn't initiated it on purpose.
It was mainly because he saw how exhausted and worn out everyone was.
He didn't want any of them, having finally fallen into a deep sleep, to be disturbed and awakened by dreams.
Today, Lin Yu had already received more than enough care and attention.
There would be plenty of time in the future for encounters in the dream world; there was no need to rush it now.
After washing up, Lin Yu wasn't the least bit sleepy.
His system-tempered body could easily handle an occasional all-nighter.
Besides, even if he lay down, the system's notification would forcibly wake him up in just over an hour.
Might as well take this chance to do something else.
For example,
that game Ying'er gave him!
He'd been wanting to try it out ever since they were at the internet cafe!
...

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”