"Happy Birthday!"
"Happy Birthday!"
"Happy Birthday!"
"Pop, pop, pop..."
Colorful confetti rained down on Lin Yu’s stark naked body.
Lin Yu, his eyes rimmed with red, scanned the circle around him...
Shen Buyao, Shen Jiuyi, Huang Feirong... and Sister Hong?
The four of them held party poppers, all staring in unison at Lin Yu in his birthday suit.
The expressions on their faces were far more colorful than the confetti bursting from the tubes.
Lin Yu was filled with regret at this moment...
He really deserved to die!
He shouldn't have trusted the logic of the Queen of Dirty Jokes!
How could a mentally unstable person set up a normal seduction scenario?
There had to be a trap!
Careless. He had been too damn careless.
This scene of social suicide made Lin Yu want to rush out and retrieve the Gatling gun he had just thrown away.
Kill them all!
Daddy is going to kill you all!!
Shen Buyao, Shen Jiuyi, and Sister Hong looked at Lin Yu, then turned to look at Huang Feirong.
Huang Feirong spread her small hands, looking the picture of innocence.
"Don't look at me!"
"I just told Da Yu to take off his armor."
"Who knew how his brain works? Why did he... get so comfortable?"
Lin Yu took a deep breath. "..."
Shen Buyao poked Lin Yu’s shoulder and demanded, "Damn it, Lin Yu, what is the meaning of this? You want to bang Rongrong? Are you two... that close?"
Huang Feirong held up two fingers.
"Yaoyao, heaven and earth are my witness, I am absolutely loyal to you."
"If Da Yu and I had anything going on, may I go out and get run over by a truck!"
Lin Yu took another deep breath. "..."
Shen Jiuyi was as calm as a block of ice, turning her head away to avoid looking at Lin Yu.
"Sin lies within the heart. Only what one thinks will lead to what one does."
"We can't blame Rongrong for this matter. If we must blame someone, blame..."
Huang Feirong gave a thumbs up.
"Although I don't understand what Little Jiu is saying, it sounds very reasonable."
"How can you blame me for this? Didn't we agree to wish Da Yu a happy birthday together?"
"Who knew... who knew the wish would turn out like this?"
Lin Yu took a deep breath yet again. "..."
Sister Hong’s face was bright red, her fists cracking audibly.
"Good boy, you dare to target my daughter?"
"Did you think that just because you're wearing nothing, I wouldn't dare to hit you?"
Huang Feirong quickly held down Sister Hong’s arm, speaking urgently, "Mom, are you even listening to me?"
"There is nothing between Da Yu and me. It's his birthday today, can't you give him some face?"
"Besides, what do you mean 'wearing nothing'?"
"Isn't he wearing something?"
"The Emperor's New Clothes!"
Lin Yu couldn't even inhale anymore. With a dark face, he said to the group, "Are you all done talking? Is it my turn now?"
Shen Buyao put her hands on her hips, her voice incredibly loud.
"Is this how you're going to talk to us? At least put on a pair of underwear!"
Lin Yu raised his hand, no longer bothering to refute Shen Buyao.
"Click, click, click..."
A series of metallic clicking sounds came from his body.
The next moment.
Dozens of time bombs were strapped all over him.
Everyone present: "Bombs!!"
The four's reactions were exceptionally realistic as they started running toward the door in a panic.
Unfortunately.
The door had long been sealed by a mysterious force.
Not just the door.
Every possible exit in the house had been blocked by Lin Yu during their ceaseless chatter. Not a single spot was left open.
Since the history of entering dreams began, today's dreamscape was absolutely Lin Yu's most awkward one.
To have lasted this long was truly a miracle.
After this round of games, how could one describe Lin Yu's current mood?
To be precise...
He was broken!
Completely and utterly broken!
How could he have any mood left for pleasurable activities?
He just wanted to destroy it all immediately!
Blast this place clean and pretend he was never here.
What a humiliation!
They were practically playing him like a fiddle!
Such is life.
Doesn't everyone come into the world naked?
Now, leaving naked... and taking everyone with him, seemed just fine.
"Calm down! Calm down, Da Yu!"
"Think of your parents, think of your family!"
Huang Feirong rushed forward to persuade Lin Yu.
After speaking, she slapped her own mouth hard.
That comfort didn't sound right either!
Lin Yu looked at the countdown and said, "If you have anything else to say, save it for the next life."
Immediately after.
"Boom!"
A massive explosion rang out, and the entire dream world was engulfed in flames.
A piercing ringing sound followed, collapsing the dreamscape.
...
Inside Wubao Pavilion.
"There's a bomb!"
"Run!"
Huang Feirong shot up from in front of her computer and ran frantically through the corridor of Wubao Pavilion toward the outside.
Shen Buyao sat at the repair bench.
She looked with surprise at the fleeing Huang Feirong.
Huang Feirong looked back and forth for a long time, then exchanged glances with Shen Buyao.
Only then did she confirm her location.
So that realistic explosion just now was only a dream.
No wonder!
No wonder Da Yu was so terrifying.
He actually wanted to annihilate them all together!
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
What a dark-hearted man!
Shen Buyao looked helplessly at Huang Feirong and complained, "Rongrong, if you really have something on your mind, why don't you just go to sleep early?"
"Look at you guarding the computer but not playing, just sleeping on the desk!"
"Wouldn't it be better to lie in bed?"
"You're hogging the toilet seat!"
"And bombs? I think you look like a bomb!"
Huang Feirong heard this and smiled.
"Yaoyao, you really don't understand anything!"
"You have no idea what an explosive dream I just had. Guess who I dreamed about?"
Shen Buyao waved her hand dismissively.
"Dream about whoever you want, what does it have to do with me?"
"I'm at a critical moment repairing this watch, don't disturb me!"
Huang Feirong dropped another line, "Fine then. I thought you'd be curious since I dreamed about Da Yu!"
Shen Buyao's hands paused in mid-air. "..."
This damn Huang Feirong!
She actually dropped a name she couldn't resist at a time like this.
"Ahem..."
"You dreamed about Lin Yu?"
"Maybe I should rest my hands a bit. I'll stop repairing for now. Tell me more!"
Huang Feirong looked triumphantly at Shen Buyao, as if everything had gone exactly as she predicted.
...
Inside Lin Yu's bedroom.
After exiting Huang Feirong's dream world, Lin Yu tried hard to calm himself down.
It was social suicide!
To be that humiliated even in a dream—that was a first!
This was also the first time he had chosen to actively end a dream journey.
Good, very good.
That Queen of Dirty Jokes was truly something else.
Next time he got the chance, he had to teach her a serious lesson!
After settling his restless heart, Lin Yu lay back down on the bed.
The first dream journey ended in failure.
The second wave absolutely had to make up for what was lost!
Lost in thought, Lin Yu entered the dreamland again...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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...
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
