Squirtle Outfit: Water Curtain Cave or Cobweb Cave

Tang Yimian wanted to say something.

But she realized that speaking up might make it seem like she was unwilling to treat him.

Lin Yu had proactively suggested this "reward."

Successfully shifting Tang Yimian's focus from accepting his help to the matter of treating him to a meal.

Moreover,

Lin Yu had specifically emphasized "chatting together."

For Tang Yimian, who had just found a "kindred spirit," this was an irresistible temptation.

She had talked with Lin Yu so happily today.

Finding a friend who didn’t mind her chattiness was truly rare.

So,

Tang Yimian tentatively asked:

"Junior Lin Yu, you really… don’t have any plans for the day after tomorrow?"

Hearing this,

Lin Yu knew it was settled.

When dealing with girls who disliked feeling indebted, the best approach was to offer them a reasonable way to compensate.

"Really no plans. It’s summer break, so it’s a good chance for me to go out and explore," Lin Yu replied.

He could clearly sense Tang Yimian’s mood brightening.

Only then did she remember why Lin Yu had come to see her today.

She abruptly turned toward the bathroom: "That pipe—"

Lin Yu: "All fixed. You can use it without worry. Just remember to shower on time, and let me know if you need anything else."

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! The mutual aid pact between sect comrades warms the heart of the reclusive Elder of the Training Hall!]

[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]

Tang Yimian looked up at Lin Yu gratefully, thanking him sincerely and repeatedly.

After seeing Lin Yu off,

Tang Yimian closed the door but didn’t immediately tidy up the bathroom.

Instead, she took out her phone and reported to a fellow school administrator:

A junior from the university was willing to volunteer and help maintain order during the summer camp outing the day after tomorrow.

She had never noticed before—

Junior Lin Yu from the apartment was such a reliable peer.

And…

He was quite good-looking too!

Far more handsome than the young male teachers around her.

After sending the message to the administrator, Tang Yimian finally went to the bathroom.

Seeing the brand-new pipes, valves, and the tidied-up space,

She felt another surge of gratitude.

But when she noticed the basin placed beside the sink—

"Oh no!"

She rushed over and looked at its contents.

Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and anxiety washed over her again.

That small basin was specifically for washing… intimate garments!

——

After leaving his senior’s room,

Lin Yu planned to return to his third-floor apartment to rest before grabbing a bite.

Since he had a big meal lined up for the afternoon, skipping one now wouldn’t hurt.

As he climbed the stairs, he muttered to himself:

"Who knew Senior Tang liked Pokémon?"

"That Squirtle outfit…"

"Tsk, such niche fashion taste!"

Just as he reached the third-floor landing,

A small head peeked out from the shadows.

Lin Yu: "…"

Was this little hacker so free that she had time to hide and try to scare him?

Lin Yu: "Come out, I can see you."

Mo Shangying, in her pajamas, grinned mischievously: "Hehehe, the plumber’s off duty now?"

Lin Yu: "…"

From his rebellious disciple’s smirk, Lin Yu could tell—

Her "plumber" was definitely not referring to an honest laborer.

Lin Yu stepped closer and flicked her forehead:

"Got nothing better to do? Waiting here to ambush your master?"

Mo Shangying rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit unaccustomed.

In the past, the tall guy in front of her had been the one getting teased.

But these past two days, their roles seemed reversed.

"I just wanted to see…"

"Whether Master had fallen into the Water Curtain Cave or the Cobweb Cave?"

"Trapped for so long, you didn’t even reply to my messages!"

Only then did Lin Yu remember—

Back at the flower shop, he’d asked Mo Shangying to check Yi Haizhou and He Jing’s chat logs.

He’d spent too much time in Tang Yimian’s room and nearly forgotten about it!

"So many screenshots? Just how much did they talk?"

"'Look at your naughty…' Tsk!"

Lin Yu randomly opened one image to read,

But after just a few words, he slammed on the brakes.

Such spicy conversations were best savored behind closed doors.

Mo Shangying snickered: "Hehehe, Master, middle-aged folks have some wild needs, huh?"

"This isn’t the place. Come inside, read it to me properly."

Lin Yu blinked in disbelief:

"???"

"Read it to you? You think this is some kind of—"

Before he could finish,

Mo Shangying transformed into a primitive barbarian, forcibly dragging Lin Yu into Room 301.

"Hey! Disciple!"

"Ying’er?!"

"You little menace!"

"We can just sit and talk, right?"

"Since you’re not serious about it, lying down seems unnecessary, no?"

"…"

After some pushing and shoving,

Lin Yu found himself back on the familiar large bed.

To prevent him from escaping,

Mo Shangying straddled his waist, locking him in place.

With an earnest expression, she said:

"Master, I have a question."

Lin Yu eyed her suspiciously:

"What question?"

Mo Shangying continued:

"Master, I have a friend—a perfectly healthy twenty-year-old guy."

"He got dragged into a room by a petite, slender girl and thrown onto the bed."

"He kept muttering, 'This isn’t right, that’s not okay, we shouldn’t…' but still ended up lying there."

"Tell me, was he genuinely unwilling, or just playing hard to get?"

Lin Yu: "…"

Might as well read out his ID number at this point.

Why even ask?

Sweeping the floor without a broom—just using your master’s dignity, huh?

Lin Yu leveraged his formidable core strength to sit bolt upright on the soft mattress.

The sudden recoil nearly launched Mo Shangying into orbit.

If not for Lin Yu’s mercy—

grabbing her legs mid-air—she’d have face-planted on the floor.

"Whoa!"

Mo Shangying yelped.

Her flexible body arched backward before she snapped forward, clinging to Lin Yu like a koala.

Terrified he’d lose patience and actually toss her out.

Mo Shangying: "Spare me, Master! I said it was just a friend!"

Lin Yu: "Could you be any less subtle?"

Mo Shangying: "Heh heh… Seems this ‘friend’ has a pretty strong core too."

Lin Yu: "Playing with fire in broad daylight? Weren’t we waiting till next Thursday? Changed your mind about making babies?"

Mo Shangying: "Master, if I really had your martial grand-disciple… what would you do?"

Lin Yu: "You’d… grand-disciple… Wait, what?!"

The little menace had lobbed a relational paradox at him.

For a moment—

it actually left Lin Yu stumped.

…