Lei Siren: "!!!"
Buzzcut Fatty: "???"
The two of them simply couldn't believe their ears.
How was Lin Yu's brain wired?
Was he even a normal person?!
Buzzcut Fatty, who was in the middle of negotiating, was especially baffled.
He spread his hands and said awkwardly:
"Brother Lin Yu, you... what do you mean by that?"
This time, Lin Yu didn't speak. Xia Yiwei, who had been watching the show for a while, joined in:
"What my boyfriend means is that he can't hit Lei Siren, so he wants you to do it."
Buzzcut Fatty looked at Xia Yiwei: "..."
He didn't understand why Lin Yu said that, not that he couldn't understand Chinese.
Xia Yiwei's explanation was basically no different from not explaining at all.
Buzzcut Fatty quickly let go of Lin Yu's hand and said in confusion:
"Brother Lin Yu, look, Young Master Lei and I have no grudges against each other..."
"Why would I hit him?"
"What I actually meant just now was..."
"What I just said should have been pretty straightforward, haha."
Buzzcut Fatty was practically rendered speechless.
He felt like he hadn't been beating around the bush at all!
Everything he said was in plain, straightforward language, so how could Lin Yu not understand?
Unless.
He was pretending not to understand on purpose, just to make fun of him!
Explaining something again to someone who is pretending to be asleep is still completely pointless.
Lin Yu still didn't say a word and just shot a glance at Xia Yiwei.
Having watched from the sidelines for so long and played the good girl for quite a while, Weiwei must have been holding back a lot.
How could Lin Yu not see that?
Naturally, he had to give Weiwei enough room to play her part and perform well.
Xia Yiwei pointed at Lin Yu and said:
"Big bro, are you implying that... my husband has a grudge against you?"
"Why do your principles have double standards?"
"When Lei Siren asks you for a favor, you can help."
"But when my husband asks you for a favor, you can't help, is that it?"
"If you won't give him this face, then what are you doing here playing the peacemaker?"
Lei Siren: "!!!"
Buzzcut Fatty: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Let alone those two antagonists.
Even Lin Yu was particularly shocked listening to her.
He had thought that if Weiwei had something to say, it would definitely be harsh.
He never expected.
That besides being harsh, it would actually make so much sense.
Trying to refute Xia Yiwei was no easy task.
Even when she didn't have reason on her side, she could still argue endlessly.
Now that she had reason on her side, the consequences were quite terrifying!
He had originally wanted to leave a good impression on both parties.
Now look at what happened.
He was completely checkmated by Xia Yiwei!
Even if Buzzcut Fatty were to back out now, it was impossible for Lin Yu to pretend nothing had happened.
You blabbered on for ages, and now you're not going to mediate?
Wouldn't that really mean he was only giving face to Lei Siren and not to Lin Yu?
A mediator must at least place the interests of both parties on an equal footing for it to be considered effective mediation.
Otherwise, it's just trying to smooth things over without resolving anything!
Buzzcut Fatty glanced at Lin Yu, and Lin Yu immediately took a step forward, cracking his knuckles and saying:
"Are you messing with me?"
"Didn't you say you came to advise me for my own good?"
"I've always hated people who mess with me the most in my life!"
"Even if I have to go to jail today, I will absolutely not let anyone who messes with me off the hook!"
Buzzcut Fatty waved his hands repeatedly, shrinking back to dodge.
"No, no, I didn't mean that at all!"
"How could I mess with you, Brother Lin Yu!"
"Then... then how about..."
Buzzcut Fatty looked helplessly at Lei Siren.
Lei Siren looked over with an astonished gaze, clearly questioning Buzzcut Fatty.
What kind of shitty plan is this?
What the hell do you mean?
Are you really planning to hit me!
Buzzcut Fatty winked and made faces, hoping Lei Siren would catch his drift.
The central idea was very clear, there was only one!
It was still better for Buzzcut Fatty to do it than for Lin Yu to make a move.
Given a choice, which one would Lei Siren prefer?
Such a straightforward look could be understood by outsiders, let alone the person involved.
Lei Siren took a deep breath.
Forget it.
Might as well make a desperate attempt.
Other than this method, he really couldn't think of any better idea.
He mustered his last shred of courage and took the initiative to say:
"Fatty, do it, let Brother Lin Yu vent his anger."
"I was wrong in this matter, and I deserve to be punished."
"You absolutely must not worry about me, must not go easy on me, and must not be afraid of hurting me!"
"Understood?"
"Otherwise, how will Brother Lin Yu's anger subside?"
Lei Siren sent over a series of secret signals, hoping Buzzcut Fatty would understand.
When he said "must not," he actually meant "must."
Just making it look convincing enough would be fine.
There was no need to actually risk his life!
As a result.
Lin Yu quietly walked up behind Buzzcut Fatty and whispered a few words in his ear.
Buzzcut Fatty's face turned extremely ugly.
In the end.
He couldn't help but nod, indicating that he would follow Lin Yu's instructions.
Buzzcut Fatty walked up to Lei Siren and pointed at his face:
"Young Master Lei, take off your glasses."
Lei Siren asked in horror:
"You're... you're going to hit my face?"
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.”
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
