He Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, the curve of her lips lifting a little higher.
She naturally understood that Lin Yu was feigning ignorance.
She just hadn’t expected.
This kid would be so bold.
Was he really planning to make a move right here in the shop?
Chen Qimeng’s flower store had very obvious surveillance cameras installed.
What if.
Chen Qimeng discovered that He Jing was seducing their resident college boy?
That would inevitably lead to some complications later.
Young people are so reckless.
His impatient, lustful emotions were completely unconcealed, plastered all over his face.
It wasn’t that Lin Yu was actually in a hurry.
Any one of the girls back at the apartment could outshine He Jing by miles.
This kind of question was exactly the kind of reaction a "naïve college boy" should have.
If he acted too smooth, it wouldn’t fit his current persona.
He Jing shifted her chair, moving as close to the corner as possible to stay out of the camera’s view.
Then.
She grabbed Lin Yu’s hand and guided it into the sudden glimpse of spring scenery…
The "thousand-faced fox" in his grasp did have some assets.
At her age, and already divorced.
Maintaining such a figure was no small feat.
Lin Yu didn’t need to put on any special performance.
All he had to do was tremble slightly, apply a little pressure, and stand there dumbly.
The rest was up to He Jing’s acting skills.
The brief encounter didn’t last long.
He Jing gently removed Lin Yu’s hand.
She then hugged her arms, burying her face against her chest.
As if she had just been taken advantage of by Lin Yu.
A true master of "playing both sides."
She was the one who had harbored wicked thoughts, luring him step by step.
Yet.
When it came time to take a bite, she still pinned the blame on Lin Yu for being "bad."
Lin Yu cooperatively rubbed his hands, still warm from the contact, and grinned foolishly:
"Big sis, you… you send me the address."
"I’ll definitely be there on time tomorrow!"
Though he couldn’t see He Jing’s expression.
Lin Yu knew she was secretly overjoyed.
Planting a sapling in fertile soil—who could understand the joy within?
[Ding!]
[Time-limited mission issued: A sect elder’s cultivation ritual accidentally shattered the water barrier, causing a disaster in the Spirit Spring Dojo’s cave abode. The chief disciple must reseal the spirit spring and restore the water barrier within the time limit to protect the sect’s safety!]
[Time limit: One hour.]
[Reward: 100 sect contribution points, 200 spirit stones, 1 free system store draw.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Judging by the system’s description…
Wasn’t this just a damn water leak at home?
Sect elder…
Elder Rui Rui of the Spirit Beast Garden wasn’t home, so it couldn’t be her.
Elder of the Formation Hall, the rebellious disciple?
Elder of the Medicine Hall, the fishnet nurse?
Elder of the Library Pavilion, his little girlfriend?
Elder of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, the antique-loving sister?
Whose room was flooding?
If the person in question didn’t ask for help, and Lin Yu proactively messaged them, wouldn’t that make him look like a damn prophet?
"If love is forgotten~ tears refuse to fall~"
"Those happy days~ let her reach them for me~"
Just as he hesitated, Lin Yu’s phone rang.
He immediately picked it up—an unsaved number!
Lin Yu answered:
"Hello, who’s this?"
On the other end.
A girl’s frantic voice came through:
"Hello, is this Lin Yu?"
Lin Yu: "Yeah, it’s me. You…"
Before he could finish, the girl spoke in a tearful, anxious rush:
"I’m sorry to bother you, Lin Yu, this is Tang Yimian from our apartment!"
"I just got home, and I thought I’d take a shower…"
"So I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower faucet…"
"I was like, what’s going on today? Did something happen while I was away? Why isn’t the water coming out?"
"So I turned the, the… the knob! Yeah, I turned it all the way!"
"And then—BANG! The pipe burst open, and now it’s just gushing water everywhere—whoosh whoosh whoosh…"
"I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, can you hear it? The water sounds?"
Lin Yu: "…"
The cursed memories came flooding back.
When the woman said she was Tang Yimian.
Lin Yu hadn’t recognized her at first.
But when she started narrating from "the creation of the universe" all the way to the pipe bursting.
He finally remembered…
The ever-anxious, endlessly apologetic Teacher Tang!
So it was her room that was flooding.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"…"
Honest to a fault, Tang Yimian actually held her phone up to the pipe.
So Lin Yu could listen to the water.
What the hell was listening supposed to do?
Who could fix a pipe just by hearing the sound of water?
Lin Yu: "Teacher Tang? Teacher Tang!"
Tang Yimian: "I’m here, I’m here! Lin Yu, can you hear the whooshing?"
Lin Yu: "In your room, there’s an independent shutoff valve. It should be, uh…"
Having not stayed at the apartment for too long.
Lin Yu couldn’t immediately recall where the bedroom’s shutoff valve was.
Tang Yimian’s anxious voice continued through the phone:
"Sister Qimeng told me it’s the white one on top."
"I tried turning it, but I don’t know if I did it wrong…"
"Wuwu, now it just spins freely—360 degrees, 720 degrees, 1080 degrees, nonstop…"
"I’m sorry, I think I broke it!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Even the bedroom valve was spinning like a top?
Seemed like even if it hadn’t broken today, it would’ve given out sooner or later.
"Alright, got it, Teacher Tang. Don’t panic."
"First, pull out all the drain covers in the bathroom to keep the water from spreading."
"I’ll get someone to shut off the main valve, then come fix it for you, okay?"
Lin Yu spoke patiently.
A rustling sound came from the other end—likely Tang Yimian following his instructions:
"Okay, I’ll do that right now. Anything else?"
"Some water’s already leaked into the room, oh no…"
"I’m sorry, I should’ve asked for help sooner. I tried fixing it myself but made it worse."
Lin Yu quickly added:
"Don’t worry, wait for me. I’ll be home soon."
"The water will stop in two minutes. You don’t need to stress."
Once Tang Yimian said "okay," Lin Yu hung up.
If he let her keep talking, who knew how many more apologies would spill out.
After ending the call.
Lin Yu immediately contacted Little Chi to shut off the main valve.
She lived on the first floor, closest to the control panel.
Then.
He turned back to He Jing in the shop.
He Jing could tell Lin Yu had an emergency.
She played the understanding, mature woman:
"Handsome, go take care of your business. Just don’t forget our date tomorrow."
After all, He Jing had already achieved her goal for today.
Lin Yu sticking around longer.
Would just mean more flirty talk and teasing.
Verbal fun paled in comparison to tomorrow’s promised "passion."
She even offered to drive Lin Yu back.
But he politely declined, citing the need to watch the shop.
Letting an "outsider" into his territory?
The thought alone made him uncomfortable.
Once in the taxi.
Auntie Qimeng’s call came through.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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.”
