From Qin Shi Huang's Unification of the Six States to Modern History

Tang Yimian on the bed quickly realized what had just happened.

Flustered, she hurried over to Lin Yu, waving her hands haphazardly in the air:

"Ah, Lin Yu, I was just... Little Chi said you were on your way, so I thought I'd sit and wait for you."

"I-I didn’t expect to accidentally fall asleep!"

"Honestly, it’s so strange... I rarely dream, but just now I had one..."

"I dreamed the principal came to inspect my class, and I got so nervous that I—"

Lin Yu repeatedly waved his hands to stop Tang Yimian from continuing.

Given her storytelling style—which could span from "Emperor Qin unifying the six states to modern history"—

if he didn’t intervene in time, there was no telling how long she’d go on.

"It’s fine, it’s fine... just a little sore."

"Teacher Tang, do you have spare slippers in your room?"

Lin Yu asked, pursing his lips.

"Yes, yes! I’ll get them right away."

Tang Yimian rushed to the shoe rack to fetch slippers for Lin Yu.

If the bedroom floor was this damp, the bathroom was undoubtedly worse.

He had rushed upstairs in such a hurry that he hadn’t even changed his shoes.

If he trampled around carelessly, he’d likely end up like Little Chi—barefoot.

And he definitely didn’t want to walk home shoeless.

The "hardcore collision" with Tang Yimian had triggered the pop-up conditions for the information panel.

The last roommate in the apartment, long overdue, finally revealed her true sect identity.

[Tang Yimian]

[Age: 22]

[Sect Identity: Elder of the Transmission Hall]

[Intimacy Level with Host: 20% (Second Realm, Fleeting Acquaintance)]

[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): (Insufficient intimacy level with host, temporarily unavailable)]

[Attribute Skill: Art of Dissolution (Other details temporarily unavailable)]

[Other Information: (Host’s status too low, temporarily unavailable)]

[Current Missions:]

[Water Veil Barrier (Timed Mission): A cultivation mishap accidentally shattered the water veil barrier...]

[Mortal Guidance (Urgent Mission): The Elder’s reputation has long resonated across the Five Sects and Eight Wilds. Now, young outer disciples have temporarily gathered, awaiting the Elder’s guidance. However, the Elder is preoccupied with numerous tasks and remains unprepared.]

[Purchasing Talismans (Daily Mission): A mortal cultivator has achieved a breakthrough and deserves recognition. The hall’s stock of red-flower talismans is running low (requires purchasing small red flower stickers).]

[Hidden Ailment (Daily Mission): The Elder of the Transmission Hall, having long stood in the hall to impart the Sect Leader’s teachings, has developed chronic leg pain and urgently needs meridian therapy (massage treatment).]

Elder of the Transmission Hall...

A fitting title!

Despite the intimacy level being only at the Second Realm, he could actually see one of her attribute skills?

This was clearly intentional—meant for Lin Yu to see!

Art of Dissolution?

Why not call it the "Arts and Sciences Secret Technique" or "Star-Sucking Great Method"?

At a superficial guess, it likely meant the Elder was well-versed in various cultivation methods, rendering any enhancements from techniques or secret arts ineffective against her.

That would explain why he couldn’t dodge her headbutt.

As for her missions...

The known timed mission (fixing the pipes) and the two daily tasks were straightforward.

But the urgent mission, [Mortal Guidance], required some thought.

[Young outer disciples have temporarily gathered, awaiting the Elder’s guidance.]

Using the word "gathered" for young outer disciples definitely implied a group.

This probably referred to Tang Yimian’s students, right?

The word "temporarily" was also key.

It was currently summer vacation for elementary schoolers—there were no scheduled classes.

What could prompt a temporary gathering of kids?

Unlike high school, elementary schools didn’t cancel summer break, did they?

For now, he’d have to set this aside.

He’d need to interact with Teacher Tang later to hear what this was about.

At the moment, Lin Yu’s role was simple:

The handyman fixing the pipes in the beautiful teacher’s apartment!

Before long,

Lin Yu, wearing size-37 pink slippers with his heels sticking out, entered the bathroom.

After a thorough inspection of the shower pipes,

he found the valve knob was stripped, and a section of the cold-water plastic pipe was damaged.

This was such a minor repair job, it barely qualified as a fix.

In his past life, after Aunt Qimeng passed away, Lin Yu had lived alone for eleven years.

Aside from being a mediocre cook, he was adept at all sorts of household repairs and chores—handling them with ease.

"Senior, it’s just aging pipes and valves."

"Easy to fix. I’ll go grab replacement parts from the storage room."

"Wait for me—I’ll be right back to replace them."

After finishing his inspection, Lin Yu spoke to Tang Yimian, who stood anxiously at the bathroom door.

Tang Yimian, as if draped in a layer of melancholic expression effects, fretted:

"Is replacing them very troublesome? Maybe I should shower less often..."

"Have the other roommates never had this problem?"

"Is mine the only one that broke?"

"How much will the replacement cost?"

"Lin Yu, about the money... I’ll cover it..."

"Maybe I really did overuse it..."

From her very first word, Lin Yu had been shaking his head.

How could equipment wear and tear be blamed on her?

No matter how much you search for reasons within yourself, it shouldn’t have come to this.

Result.

Lin Yu found that waving his hand was utterly useless.

Once Tang Yimian started rambling from prehistoric times, it was nearly impossible to stop her with simple gestures.

Helpless.

Lin Yu had no choice but to grab Tang Yimian by the shoulders.

This method, at least, was straightforward and effective.

The moment she was grabbed, Tang Yimian’s attention instantly shifted to Lin Yu’s hands.

"Senior, girls should bathe more often—it’s a good habit."

"You don’t need to keep apologizing over and over… and over, nor blame yourself."

"Is taking baths wrong?"

Tang Yimian blinked, first pressing her lips tightly together before parting them slightly to whisper:

"I… I talk too much, don’t I?"

"Sorry, my old classmates and current coworkers all say that about me."

"Sometimes I…"

Feeling herself about to ramble again, she quickly sealed her lips.

Lin Yu’s heart clenched.

Sure, she talked a lot.

But he knew Tang Yimian meant no harm.

Her endless chatter was just her way of overanalyzing her own flaws.

A classic outward manifestation of anxiety.

Suddenly, Lin Yu realized his tone might have made Tang Yimian blame herself even more.

For a moment,

he felt a pang of guilt.

"Senior, you don’t…"

"talk too much!"

"I talk way more than you usually. I’m just a chatty person."

"Are people like us even wrong for that?"

[Ding!]

[Masterful move—no amount of comfort compares to genuine understanding. The Elder of the Transmission Hall has resonated with the host!]

[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, host! Your relationship with the Elder of the Transmission Hall has deepened, advancing to the third tier: "Close Friends and Neighbors"!]

[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]

Lin Yu: "???"

If he remembered correctly,

his intimacy level with Tang Yimian was only at 20% before—now it’s 30%!

Just one line—"people like us"—shot it up by ten whole points?

How is that even possible?

Just how badly did she need a friend who truly understood her?

"Junior Lin Yu, you… you’re really like me too?"

"I was worried you’d get annoyed listening to me ramble."

"You know, back in college, there was this girl from Pingchuan in my dorm."

"She told me…"

"……"

Lin Yu: "……"

Oh no.

This is trouble now.