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.
…
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
