"Sorry, Lin, for making you wait."
"I was just... mopping the floor!"
Fang Xinran stood to one side of the doorway, making space to welcome Lin Yu inside.
With the opening of the door, a wave of humid, steamy air washed over him.
If Gou Feng had been present, he might have been able to identify what brand of shampoo and body wash Senior Fang used!
Did she take a shower just for this?
Her hair had been blow-dried, but wasn't completely dry yet.
The strands still showed obvious dampness.
One could only say...
Senior Fang's hair quality was truly excellent!
What caught Lin Yu's attention even more was Senior Fang's outfit...
A beige nightgown printed with letter patterns.
Apart from that,
just a pair of white slippers.
Nothing else was worn.
There might be something underneath, but at least it wasn't visible yet.
Of course,
that might change later.
Senior Fang was just standing at the door, not having said anything particularly suggestive.
Yet, the feeling she gave Lin Yu was as if she had said a great deal.
Lin Yu raised the beer and snacks he had bought, saying,
"I came over in a bit of a hurry, couldn't buy too much stuff."
"Senior Fang, I hope you don't find it too shabby!"
As he spoke, Lin Yu stepped into Fang Xinran's bedroom.
The last time he came, carrying Tang Yimian on his back, he hadn't carefully observed the room's interior.
He only remembered there were many things, tidy yet somewhat cluttered.
This time,
that previous feeling was completely gone. He wondered if it was because she was moving out and had already packed everything up.
Overall, it looked very neat and orderly.
Fang Xinran closed the door, stood there thinking for a moment.
Finally,
she silently turned the lock.
This subtle action naturally didn't escape Lin Yu's notice.
Seeing this, Lin Yu felt completely at ease.
At the very least,
it indicated that Senior Fang was mentally prepared; it wasn't Lin Yu forcing the issue!
After all,
if this sort of thing was just a one-sided wish, Lin Yu wouldn't be so keen either.
In terms of respect, he had to give it to every fellow practitioner.
Seeing Lin Yu standing awkwardly in the room,
Fang Xinran quickly went to the small table and arranged the two chairs.
Lin Yu noticed that Fang Xinran hadn't come unprepared.
On the table were a fruit platter, a nut platter, and two boxes of fried chicken nuggets.
Clearly,
after receiving Lin Yu's call, she had also done quite a bit of preparation.
In such a short time, preparing snacks for drinks, taking a shower, and tidying the room...
Who could manage such speed?
She really went through a lot, Senior Fang!
"Xiao Yu, please sit, no need to be so... restrained."
Fang Xinran clenched her hands tightly in front of her.
Telling Lin Yu not to be restrained, yet she herself appeared even more nervous than him.
One really wonders who should be the relaxed one.
Anyway, the door was locked now, no way to run.
No need to worry about being disturbed by others either.
For the remaining time, all they needed was to be patient and slowly enjoy themselves.
After Lin Yu sat down, he took out the cans of beer one by one.
Looking at Fang Xinran standing by the table, he couldn't help but ask,
"Xinran, am I the only one sitting?"
Fang Xinran snapped back to attention and hurriedly said,
"Oh, no, I was just... I was thinking... what was I going to do..."
As she spoke, Fang Xinran paced back and forth in front of the table.
Perhaps being just the two of them made her even more nervous.
Lin Yu understood this feeling very well.
Which of the previous fellow practitioners hadn't gone through this?
One could only say, you get used to it.
Seeing that Fang Xinran couldn't remember after a long while,
Lin Yu looked at the fruit platter on the table and tried to prompt her:
"Do you think we need something else for drinking? Glasses?"
Fang Xinran shook her head, saying,
"Not glasses... although glasses probably need to be fetched too!"
"Let me go get the glasses first!"
After saying that,
Fang Xinran quickly ran off and returned with two glasses.
When she came back to the table, her blank mind had finally recalled something.
"Right, I remembered..."
"The TV!"
"Wouldn't it be a bit boring if we just drink like this?"
"How about we watch TV while we drink?"
Fang Xinran grabbed the TV remote and looked at Lin Yu expectantly, waiting for his answer.
For such a trivial matter, Lin Yu didn't mind at all.
He said, not wanting to spoil the mood:
"No problem, watching TV is fine."
After all, he wasn't the one who needed a distraction.
It seemed Fang Xinran's own mental barrier still needed alcohol to overcome.
It was completely understandable to feel uneasy while still sober.
Before coming, Lin Yu had mentally prepared himself.
As the one seeing her off, today, no matter what strange requests Fang Xinran had, Lin Yu would try his best to fulfill them.
After Fang Xinran turned on the TV, she randomly selected an on-demand channel.
"It seems to be playing a series, this show... have you seen it, Xiao Yu?"
Lin Yu stared at the TV in shock: "!!!"
He hadn't seen the series that was playing.
But his shock wasn't about that.
Rather...
An on-demand channel?
This TV station is still alive?
Sure, copyright awareness wasn't that high in 2014, but it was starting to develop!
It actually managed to survive until now, quite the longevity!
Lin Yu shook his head and said:
"Haven't seen it, anything is fine."
Fang Xinran put down the remote and sat down at the table:
"This is our local Pingchuan station, seems like it's been around for many years."
"You can request anything to watch, you can even do it online now!"
"I heard before, you might have had to call a phone number, I never tried it myself, not sure if that's just a rumor."
Lin Yu promptly provided firsthand confirmation:
"Definitely not a rumor! You did have to call before."
"I called once when I was a kid!"
"Can't believe it's still alive in the 2010s?"
Fang Xinran didn't quite grasp the main point of Lin Yu's words and continued joking:
"Really? Your memory is so good, Xiao Yu, remembering things from childhood."
Lin Yu smiled without speaking.
He didn't continue down that line with Fang Xinran.
It wasn't that his memory was particularly good; it was all thanks to...
The rod in a loving mother's hand, swung upon a disobedient son's body!
Back in the day, not knowing any better, he made one phone call and earned himself a severe beating from his mom!
To this day, Lin Yu still didn't know exactly how much it cost to request a program from an on-demand TV station.
He could only roughly judge from the intensity of his mom's beating...
It must have been ridiculously expensive!
Fang Xinran picked up her phone and kept sending messages on a public account.
Speaking of which,
public accounts are truly a relic of their era.
In 2014, they were still essential accounts for traditional media transitioning online, and TV stations were no exception.
"Xiao Yu, how about requesting a movie?"
Fang Xinran pulled her chair closer, letting Lin Yu see the phone screen too.
Lin Yu looked and pointed with a smile:
"This one, it fits the theme of our night perfectly... The Banquet!"
...
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
