To think that with his lifelong reputation, there would actually come a time when he was the one being chased for some intimate action!
He absolutely could not let the girls in the apartment know about this, or he would be completely ruined.
By taking the initiative to give Huang Feiya a chance, Lin Yu also had a selfish motive.
He had heard quite a bit about Huang Feiya's past.
Her ever-changing image had left a deep impression on him.
He really wanted to experience for himself exactly what kind of person the real Huang Feiya was.
Who knows.
He might even be able to learn about her past.
Especially the part involving Rongrong.
And get a clear understanding of the truth of what happened back then!
...
Soon.
The dishes were brought to the table one by one.
The two of them each opened a bottle of red wine, drinking as they chatted.
The ambiguous atmosphere Lin Yu had imagined did not appear at the dinner table.
Huang Feiya was very restrained in her conversation, mostly just talking about whether Lin Yu's college life was going well.
When it came to this, Lin Yu was actually quite happy to chat.
People who had never been exposed to his major usually had a strong thirst for knowledge about it.
In reality.
It could be explained clearly in just a few words and wasn't all that lofty.
Compared to typical popular majors, it would be much harder to find a job in the future.
Students without connections found it very difficult to enter the so-called entertainment circle.
Perhaps in ten years, in an era where independent media became highly prevalent.
Their major would truly be able to show its advantages.
After all.
This was a major where you learned a mishmash of knowledge.
Pre-production writing, mid-production shooting, post-production editing...
You had to learn a little bit of everything, but you didn't master anything.
If you wanted to shoot professional TV dramas or movies, there was no chance.
But shooting a short video or writing a creative storyboard?
More than enough.
Every major has its golden era of dividends!
Huang Feiya acted as if she wanted to break Lin Yu apart and examine every piece to understand him thoroughly.
During their chat, whenever there was something she didn't quite understand, she would promptly ask questions.
Out of respect.
Lin Yu told her everything he knew without holding back.
He told Huang Feiya as much as he could remember about his major.
He himself hadn't been to college in many years!
The industry he would work in in the future didn't have much connection to his major.
He couldn't clearly remember a lot of the knowledge points and course content, so how could he possibly explain it all clearly to Huang Feiya!
Lin Yu, since we agreed on a five-day timeframe.
And you just said that today counts as the first day.
Why don't we go watch a movie?
After finishing this meal, it shouldn't have been four hours yet.
I won't waste any opportunity, I will definitely grasp them all firmly.
Huang Feiya looked at Lin Yu, her face slightly flushed.
Whether it was the effect of the lighting or the alcohol.
After drinking, Huang Feiya seemed a bit more charming and seductive.
Watching a movie was no big deal to Lin Yu.
It was still before eight o'clock.
Watching a two-hour movie wouldn't keep them out past eleven.
Since he had agreed to Huang Feiya's bet anyway, he had to at least do what she arranged to be considered following the rules of the game.
Sure, I haven't watched a movie in a long time.
Recently, family matters and school assignments have left me overwhelmed, so I haven't had any time to go.
If you are interested, going together is no problem.
Let me see if there are any good movies out lately...
As he spoke.
Lin Yu took out his phone, preparing to check the movie tickets for the upcoming time slots.
He wanted to see what movies were playing between eight-thirty and nine o'clock.
Before Lin Yu could even open the app.
A movie ticket was pushed right in front of him.
Lin Yu looked at the movie ticket: !!!
It started at eight-forty!
She had prepared this in advance?
Was Huang Feiya really this confident?
She wasn't worried at all that Lin Yu might reject her, causing all her plans to completely fall through!
As their conversation had progressed step by step just now.
Lin Yu hadn't felt any conversational guidance at all.
Bringing up movies was a very natural process.
And so coincidentally, Huang Feiya had prepared movie tickets early on?
In an instant.
Lin Yu truly felt...
That he had underestimated Huang Feiya!
The high emotional intelligence of this woman was truly rare.
She was like Aunt Ruxue in her normal personality state.
Invisibly, she gave Lin Yu an unpredictable sense of pressure.
He couldn't figure out whether the current situation was a natural result of the two of them.
Or if everything was completely under Huang Feiya's control.
Lin Yu then looked at the name of the movie on the ticket...
Sigh.
Having too many girls around inevitably led to similar situations sometimes.
A pretty good movie had to be watched several times!
No matter how good a movie was, it couldn't withstand such magnifying-glass-like scrutiny.
That is right.
The movie the two of them were going to watch later was...
The Onion Years!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
