Lin Yu really wanted to pry Little Chi's head open and take a good look at exactly what was inside.
What kind of fancy maneuver was this? She even brought out the professional attire!
A trope where the maid turns the tables on the CEO?
A stormy sea was churning in Lin Yu's heart, but his face didn't show the slightest hint of emotion.
If, during the dream-entering process, Little Chi sensed that things were unreal,
the dream would definitely be affected and would very likely end prematurely.
Based on past experience,
the best approach was to accept all the settings created by the dream's owner.
It wasn't like Lin Yu was losing out on anything anyway, so what was there to fear?
Seeing the petite and charming Little Chi approaching in her maid outfit, Lin Yu glanced at the dining cart.
Aside from a steaming cup of coffee, there was absolutely nothing else on it.
Lin Yu: "..."
Is a boss's life really this bland and tasteless?
At least prepare some snacks or something!
It was just delivering a cup of coffee; was there really a need for such a grand spectacle as a dining cart?
It was obvious at a glance that Little Chi had a natural, stereotypical impression of the "rich" lifestyle.
Of course,
there was a second possibility.
That the snacks and treats had already gone into Little Chi's stomach!
"Boss Lin, your coffee is here."
"Do you need me to blow on it to cool it down for you?"
Lin Yu: "???"
Blow... to cool it down?!
How is this a boss? This is just a pure old pervert!
Was Little Chi really this obedient in a dream?
To actually agree to such a request really didn't fit her little witch persona.
Lin Yu seriously suspected whether this cup of coffee was a "special spiked" edition.
"Just leave it on the desk. Is it only coffee today?"
Lin Yu pointed at the office desk and asked.
Little Chi looked at Lin Yu with a stunned gaze, as if she had just heard something unbelievable.
Lin Yu was confused again: "???"
What did that mean?
Was he not even allowed to ask that?
He watched as Little Chi picked up the coffee cup with both hands and walked over to him.
She asked in a panicked and uneasy tone:
"Boss Lin, did I do something wrong?"
"If I made a mistake, you can tell me directly."
Hiss!
These words completely dumbfounded Lin Yu.
What did she mean?
He was just asking if there were any other snacks or things like that, so how did it suddenly get linked to making a mistake?
Lin Yu feigned composure and looked at Chi Qingchi; her eyes were anxious yet clear.
Looking closely, he could even see tears glistening in them.
It didn't look like a deliberate performance at all; rather, it seemed like she was genuinely terrified.
Lin Yu immediately asked:
"What do you mean by that?"
His tone was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
After all,
judging from the current situation,
the persona Little Chi had given Lin Yu was roughly like this. Where would you find a boss who talked about human feelings and understood compassion?
When asking the question, Lin Yu believed he was mentally prepared.
He wouldn't feel surprised no matter what weird answer he heard.
He absolutely never expected that
Chi Qingchi would actually say with a completely serious face:
"Boss Lin, don't you know me?"
"Aside from brewing coffee, I don't know how to cook any meals at all."
"Ever since I became your private secretary, haven't you only drank the coffee I brewed every day?"
"Today... why would you suddenly say that today?"
"Could it be that you want to change your private secretary, boss?"
"What mistake did I actually make?!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Your mistake is that your brain is too erratic!
Shouldn't bosses in movies and TV shows be swirling a glass of red wine in their hands?
The ones drinking coffee are the corporate slaves!
Having a stereotype is one thing, but you stereotyped the wrong crowd.
Stereotyping the wrong crowd is one thing, but you even added your own embellished self-fantasies.
What normal person doesn't eat and survives solely on coffee?
Lin Yu extremely reluctantly accepted this setting.
He responded, saying:
"Don't overthink it, I don't have that idea for the time being."
"It's just that I suddenly got hungry today and want to eat something."
"Your... office or break room should have something to eat, right?"
"Bring it over and share it with me."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
'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.”
