Shen Buyao listened to the flirtatious remarks from her "online wife" and reminded her with annoyance:
"Hey hey hey, tone it down a bit. She's still a kid."
Lin Yu: "..."
A 240-month-old kid, huh?
How much older could you possibly be?
The "online wife," however, was very obedient and spoke in a tender, honeyed voice:
"College boy, get ready. Just manage one set of moves and we're good."
"Don’t stress about it. It’s normal to be nervous the first time."
Hearing this, Lin Yu leaned slightly closer to the mic and said,
"Sis, I’ll do my best. I’ve played a bit of Dance Battle before."
The "online wife" seemed especially delighted by this:
"Oh ho? That’s perfect!"
"See, I told you—no college kid these days is a total newbie at this."
"Don’t get the wrong idea, I mean the game. Ohohoho!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Was he overthinking it?
With the way she was talking, wasn’t she practically inviting him to?
Lin Yu felt an odd sense of disorientation.
Had he walked into an antique shop or a massage parlor?
It was like being relentlessly teased by a mischievous older sister!
If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to maintain his innocent college-boy persona to get what he wanted from Shen Buyao,
he’d have fired back with some flirtatious banter of his own to see who was truly the master.
These two little brats—who were they calling a kid?
He was a seasoned old fox who’d lived to middle age and been reborn!
How could an eagle like him be outsmarted by a couple of sparrows?
"College boy, I’m leaving my wife in your hands. Do your best."
"Give me one round’s worth of time—I need to fix a watch."
With Lin Yu settled,
Shen Buyao walked to the other side of the counter, pulled out a badly faded pocket watch from a drawer.
Just by its appearance, it was clear this was an antique with years of history.
Then,
she opened a small tool case, about the size of an eyeglass box,
and swiftly began "dissecting" the pocket watch with practiced precision.
Her technique was nothing like what Lin Yu had seen in those short videos online.
Didn’t watch repair require a microscope or magnifying glass, like those one-eyed experts used?
Had all those videos he’d watched in his past life been fake?
Or was this just not the right stage for those tools?
Shen Buyao didn’t need any glasses or magnifiers.
Her hands moved with effortless speed.
A true master of muscle memory.
While keeping up her rapid movements, she glanced at Lin Yu with a calm smile.
That serene, picture-perfect charm once again flooded Lin Yu’s mind.
As long as she stayed quiet, Shen Buyao was the epitome of an elegant, gentle beauty.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: If only she were mute.
He forced himself to refocus on the game.
Flexing his nimble fingers,
he recalled playing Dance Battle occasionally in his youth.
Back then, his skill level was firmly at three stars.
Any song with four or five stars would trip him up at the complicated parts.
But now?
His enhanced reflexes and physical conditioning had leveled him up.
And today, thanks to his roommates’ "special encouragement," he had extra buffs:
+100% hand speed!
+20% visual acuity!
+3% all stats!
With these stacked bonuses, pulling off six or seven-star songs should be a breeze.
As for ten-star difficulty—he’d never tried it.
But winning wasn’t his goal anyway.
He just needed to clear one set of arrows and score some points.
Once the game loaded,
the two female avatars instantly triggered a wave of nostalgia in Lin Yu.
The retro vibe was strong—it felt just like the old days!
The character he was controlling, Shen Buyao’s avatar, was clearly a paid skin.
A pristine white dress with a glossy sheen, though not as bright as the character’s radiant skin.
The hairstyle and accessories seemed custom-made to resemble Shen Buyao’s own look.
And of course, no premium player would be caught dead without… sparkling wings!
The real absurdity, though, was the "online wife" who kept calling Shen Buyao "hubby."
Her avatar was male, decked out in even flashier gear—clearly outspending the antique shop girl.
Even more eye-searing than the outfits were their usernames:
Shen Buyao’s ID: PossessUrHeartლ
Online sis’s ID: OwnUrLoveლ
Lin Yu: Classic.
In the game, the two lovebird avatars swayed to the prelude melody.
Then—
"Ready!"
"GO!"
Before the "GO" even finished, the first two arrows had already appeared.
The moment they flashed on screen,
Lin Yu’s fingers moved like lightning.
His reflexes translated the visual cues into flawless keystrokes.
What surprised him even more was how sharp his light sensitivity had become.
From his perspective as a film school student,
judging a camera or smartphone’s imaging capabilities wasn’t about megapixels—that was just marketing fluff for amateurs.
Plenty of 20MP phones had worse color accuracy and texture than some 5MP models.
The real key to color reproduction? The sensor’s light-capturing ability.
To put it simply, the larger the image sensor, the better the color reproduction, bringing it closer to human vision.
That’s why a phone with tens of millions of pixels can’t compare to one with just a few million—the former’s sensor is as tiny as a drop of water, while the latter’s is the size of a coin.
The human eye is the most powerful camera of all. If compared directly, its sensor would be at least as big as a pancake.
What astonished Lin Yu was this:
He felt his own "image sensor" had been enhanced to the size of a "frying pan"!
Within the white halo, his gaze locked onto the brightest highlight.
The moment the progress ball touched the highlight, synced with the beat’s downbeat—
Lin Yu swiftly tapped the heavily resistant spacebar...
"Clink!"
A golden "PERFECT" flashed across the progress bar.
In the rhythm game,
a 10-star difficulty song
left almost no room for rest, except for the brief transitions between verses and choruses.
No gaps, no pauses.
The second set of three arrows had already appeared—
Left, right, left.
Timing it just right—
Space.
"Clink!"
"PERFECT ×2" popped up on the screen.
"Not bad, college boy. Solid fundamentals,"
"Thought you couldn’t play, but turns out you’ve got the malt’s aroma!"
His online "wife" sounded pleasantly surprised.
Shen Buyao didn’t even glance over.
She kept calmly fiddling with her pocket watch.
College kids—
Wasn’t it normal for them to have some gaming skills?
Even Shen Buyao could keep up with the first few sequences of this song.
With a bit of luck, she could chain four or five PERFECTs in a row—nothing extraordinary.
At first,
neither of the two women—inside or outside the game—paid much attention to Lin Yu’s performance.
They assumed it was just average skill, a lucky streak, a fluke...
But when the PERFECT chain hit ×9, and the arrow sequences stretched to seven in a row—
This game became inseparable from the dynamics between the three of them!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
