Telling Lin Yu now was essentially asking for his opinion.
If Lin Yu really didn't want anyone to know, Xia Yiwei would naturally keep her mouth shut.
"I don't care. I've already formed a grudge against Lei Siren anyway."
"My image doesn't matter, since I don't need to build a relationship with him."
"As for you, as long as you think it's fine, then it's fine."
Lin Yu replied.
He understood what Xia Yiwei meant and gave her some reassurance.
The reason he asked if Xia Xiashan was present was out of concern that the atmosphere might gradually get out of control.
With a table full of passionate people, who knew what would happen as they chatted.
If they drank a little wine, heaven knows what Old Man Xia might do.
At the very least, there needed to be a rational person present in a chaotic scene to prevent things from getting completely out of hand.
Xia Xiashan was exactly that important role!
With her there, Lin Yu could feel mostly at ease.
After exchanging a few brief words with Xia Yiwei, they confirmed the meeting time and place for tomorrow.
Lin Yu then hurriedly hung up the phone and returned to the two upperclassmen.
Fortunately.
This small interlude with Xia Yiwei didn't delay anything.
The two girls were still releasing their emotions.
When Lin Yu returned, the two were still in the exact same spot, having not moved an inch.
They were hugging each other, eyes red, whispering something.
Lin Yu waited quietly on the side, not going over to disturb them.
Until twenty minutes before the train's departure.
The two finally noticed the time and stopped talking.
Lin Yu and Tang Yimian escorted Fang Xinran all the way to the station entrance.
Amidst the crowd, Fang Xinran kept turning back to wave, an unnatural smile on her face.
Tang Yimian was like a running faucet, crying nonstop from outside the station.
If Lin Yu hadn't been by her side, Tang Yimian probably would have broken down crying right there.
"Take good care of yourselves! I'll harass you guys on WeChat often!"
Fang Xinran shouted to the two of them.
Soon.
The petite figure disappeared into the crowd.
It wasn't until Fang Xinran was completely out of sight that Tang Yimian buried herself in Lin Yu's arms and burst into loud sobs.
In the past, Lin Yu strongly disliked it when people said that parting was for a better reunion.
To him, such words were nothing more than deceptive pleasantries.
Parting was parting.
Everyone knew clearly in their hearts that after parting, it was very difficult to reunite.
But when it was his turn to comfort someone else, Lin Yu suddenly realized.
At this very moment.
What else could he say besides that?
Who didn't understand the cruelty of reality?
Everyone just wanted to find an easily acceptable excuse to lessen the pain in their hearts.
Finally.
Lin Yu still said those words to Tang Yimian:
"Yimian, don't be too sad."
"It's because of parting that there's the joy of reunion, right?"
Hearing Lin Yu's words, Tang Yimian seemed to grasp a lifeline, and her emotions gradually stabilized.
The two stayed at the station for a long time, only leaving together after receiving a WeChat message from Fang Xinran saying her train had departed.
Worried that Tang Yimian was feeling down, Lin Yu wasn't in a hurry to go home.
Instead, he took Tang Yimian to eat at a nearby restaurant.
During the meal.
The two chatted about many school matters.
Lin Yu once again listened to the complete story of how Tang Yimian and Fang Xinran met.
Although this wasn't the first time he had heard this story.
But seeing how much Tang Yimian wanted to talk, he did his job as a good listener.
He listened anew as Tang Yimian recounted everything from the very beginning.
At 3 PM.
Lin Yu escorted Tang Yimian, whose mood had eased slightly, back to her apartment.
Making sure that Tang Yimian was going to rest at home and not run around.
Lin Yu then confidently left Tang Yimian's room and returned to his own bedroom.
Everything in the bedroom had been restored to its original state.
It seemed Shen Jiuyi had specifically cleaned up before leaving.
Even the insulated lunch box used for eating had been washed and placed on the shelf.
Besides that.
Shen Jiuyi also sent a WeChat message specifically to Lin Yu.
Thanking him for his special care in leaving food for her in the morning.
Lin Yu took out his phone and replied to Shen Jiuyi, telling her she could think of him anytime she was free.
In addition to replying to Shen Jiuyi's message.
There was another chat dialog box that particularly caught Lin Yu's attention.
Huang Feiya!
This woman's perseverance was much stronger than Teacher Yan Miaozhu's.
When Lin Yu didn't reply to Yan Miaozhu, Yan Miaozhu would tactfully stop sending more messages.
It was only when Lin Yu replied again that Yan Miaozhu would chat with him for a bit.
Huang Feiya was different.
Regardless of whether Lin Yu replied, as long as she had something to say, she would send a message anytime.
From leaving the house in the morning until now, Lin Yu had been busy with things.
So, he hadn't replied to Huang Feiya's messages at all.
Huang Feiya had sent a full sixteen messages!
She seemed to never tire of doing this.
The latest message was from five minutes ago.
It seemed that if Lin Yu kept not replying, she could still talk to herself at any time.
Was she treating Lin Yu's WeChat as a tree hole for venting?
Wasn't it obvious enough that he wasn't replying?
How could she keep messaging nonstop!
Lin Yu truly couldn't figure out this woman's thoughts.
However.
Judging from the secret he learned from Shen Jiuyi, at least she wasn't that shallow image of a bad woman.
Lin Yu didn't feel that repulsed by interacting with Huang Feiya in his heart.
It's just that such a passionate girl inevitably made him feel a bit apprehensive.
With everyone in the apartment and friends outside, it added up to so many people.
It forced him to act cautiously.
He didn't want a slight operational mistake to lead to too much trouble.
The main point of Huang Feiya's dozen or so messages was actually just one.
Whether Lin Yu was free tonight to have dinner together.
Moreover.
Huang Feiya specifically emphasized that Lin Yu should contact her when he could move around alone.
For fear that Lin Yu would bring the two Shen girls or her cousin Huang Feirong along.
Directly blocking any excuse of having others present.
Lin Yu calculated inwardly for a moment, pondering whether to agree.
There sure were a lot of dinner invitations lately!
Why did every meal feel like a trap?
Who goes out for a meal feeling on edge all day long?
Lin Yu looked at his phone for a good while, checking messages from others.
Judging from everyone's messages...
There really was nothing else urgent tonight!
If even one other person had asked him out privately, Lin Yu probably wouldn't have considered Huang Feiya.
Since luck was on Huang Feiya's side, there was really nothing to say.
Lin Yu: Dinner is fine. I'll find a place tonight and treat Miss Huang to a meal.
Lin Yu replied to Huang Feiya's message.
However.
The initiative of where to eat was firmly in his hands.
Letting Huang Feiya choose the place was truly unsafe.
Just in case.
If she chose somewhere near the Ghost Market Street, wouldn't Lin Yu become a sitting duck?
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
