As his consciousness drifted into a relaxed state, the scene before his eyes shifted naturally.
Wait, it wasn't a blinding white light...
This time, it was the blinding glare of fire!
As the curtain of fire fell, the surroundings gradually became clear.
Lin Yu was sitting in a room that resembled an office, his hands tied behind his back.
Strapped with a bomb vest, he was bound tightly to a chair with heavy chains.
Lin Yu: "???"
Hostage rescue?
This was the dream world of the Queen of Dirty Jokes!
So, he was the hostage? The person waiting to be saved was actually him?
It wasn't Huang Feirong at all!
Okay, fine.
Lin Yu had definitely let his guard down.
When he saw the dream description earlier, he hadn't thought it through.
Given the thought process of the Queen of Dirty Jokes, this wasn't exactly unexpected.
"Boom!"
Immediately after.
A deafening explosion rang out.
Lin Yu finally realized what the earlier firelight was about.
Someone was throwing grenades!
The explosion was precisely at the office door.
It seemed the "enemy" was putting up a stubborn fight to stop the rescue.
Now, he just had to wait for Rongrong's arrival.
He wondered how long it would take her to lead the team to the office.
Lin Yu had spectated Huang Feirong playing *CrossFire* during an all-nighter at the internet café.
How should he put this...
Dancing games were much more suitable for her!
Game sense, positioning, accuracy...
She wasn't a total noob, but individually, her skills were only beginner level.
Good enough to bully elementary schoolers.
But against anyone who actually knew how to play, she'd be exposed instantly!
Just as Lin Yu was wondering how many minutes it would take Huang Feirong to appear.
The small window to his side shattered with a *bang*, and a bullet grazed past Lin Yu's hair.
It sent a chill down his spine!
Even knowing it was fake, his brain couldn't help but react in such a realistic environment.
If his head had been an inch higher just then, wouldn't he have been headshot on the spot?
Lin Yu looked toward the window in shock.
Huang Feirong, dressed in a Defender's tactical gear, stumbled through the window.
She found a desk for cover, quickly crouching and aiming her gun around.
He had to admit.
Huang Feirong looked pretty intense in that Defender uniform.
Her figure was already curvaceous, and with the added layer of body armor...
*Emmm*...
It definitely had a unique appeal!
It was just her gaming skills that were... hard to describe.
She didn't bother clearing corners or checking if terrorists were hiding anywhere.
She just held her AK and spun three hundred and sixty degrees, only checking the immediate area around the desk.
Lin Yu: "..."
Forget it, forget it.
Being bad wasn't her fault.
Noobs had the right to play too; he shouldn't hold prejudices against Rongrong.
Lin Yu couldn't wait any longer and spoke up directly:
"Stop looking, Goddess of Guns. There's no one here but me."
Hearing Lin Yu's voice, Huang Feirong immediately scooted over and said:
"Dayu, shut your mouth!"
"In a live-action shooter, according to the rules, we can't talk to each other."
Lin Yu: "???"
She was actually being a stickler for rules?
Discussing regulations with him face-to-face?
Lin Yu questioned her on the spot:
"Then do the rules say if the hostage gets blown up in front of you, do you win or lose?"
Huang Feirong suddenly realized the situation and stammered:
"Oh, right, right, right. I almost forgot because you didn't mention it."
"I should defuse the bomb on you first!"
As she spoke.
Huang Feirong slung the AK over her back and pulled a pair of pliers out of her waist pack.
Lin Yu: "..."
This game was really going for realism, huh?
You actually needed pliers to defuse a bomb!
Huang Feirong crouched in front of Lin Yu. The moment she saw the time bomb...
"Pfft!"
She laughed.
She actually started laughing?
Lin Yu asked with a face full of question marks:
"Ms. Defender, may I ask what you're laughing at?"
"Is a law-abiding citizen strapped to a time bomb that funny to you?"
Huang Feirong waved her hand, explaining:
"Sorry, sorry, my bad. I was just zoning out a bit."
"I was just thinking, look..."
"If I snip with these pliers and accidentally cut it crooked..."
"Would you become the only eunuch since the Republic era?"
"Then when you face the colorful world out there later, wouldn't you lose the ability to 'stand at attention'?"
"And in the future, if I tell you dirty jokes, even the kind where I take my pants off, would you just be left weeping in vain?"
Lin Yu's fist clenched hard: "..."
What kind of hellish joke was that?
Was Rongrong's mental world this twisted?
In such a high-stakes, urgent game, she could still spill such filth.
She really didn't know how to read the room!
"Rongrong, do you think you're funny?"
"Look at the time, sister! The bomb has a minute and a half left!"
"If you don't play a game to win, then why play at all?"
Huang Feirong raised her index finger and said solemnly:
"Eh!"
"Dayu, I have to disagree with you there."
"You can't have that mindset. Speaking of gaming..."
Lin Yu: "Enough!!"
A furious roar made Huang Feirong shut her mouth instantly.
If she hadn't, Lin Yu might have gone berserk right there.
"Can you save your grand philosophies for after we get out?"
"Hurry up and defuse the bomb, Defender lady!"
Huang Feirong flashed an "OK" hand sign repeatedly:
"Alright, alright, alright. We're starting now. Don't panic, don't panic."
"Can I ask, which of the three 'bombs' should we dismantle first?"
Lin Yu raised his voice, his face flushing red:
"What are you talking about? What are you saying now?!"
"It's just one time bomb! Where do you see three?"
Huang Feirong: "Oh, right, right, right. Just one. I almost counted the two inside your pants."
Lin Yu: "..."
Facing ordinary girls, Lin Yu always held the upper hand.
Facing the Queen of Dirty Jokes, Lin Yu couldn't even control his temperature rising.
It felt like he was using all his martial arts, while the opponent was just trying to grope his boxers.
It was too hard!
Having a serious conversation with Rongrong was just too difficult.
He had to talk until his mouth was dry just to get her to officially start the bomb disposal phase.
Immediately after.
Huang Feirong clamped down with the pliers, snipping the red wire.
"Beep beep beep beep beep..."
Instead of stopping, the countdown accelerated.
Lin Yu: "???"
Was this really happening?
It's just a game, did it have to be this realistic?
Huang Feirong threw the pliers on the ground and bolted for the exit.
As she ran, she shouted back:
"Dayu, don't be scared! Just bear with it, it'll be over in a second."
"I'll respawn and try again! I'll definitely save you in the next round!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Bear with it?
He couldn't bear it!
It had to be this round!
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?"
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.
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...
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
