When Lin Yu came to the Ye Family today, he did not drive. So he stood at the roadside to hail a taxi and headed straight for the Tang Family.
She thought that Tang Yunjin saw his defeat and felt embarrassed, so she left without asking.
But just as the taxi came to a stop, Lin Yu reached out to his pocket. His whole body froze instantly.
Where was his wallet?
When he was in a coma, someone had already robbed him empty of his wallet and phone.
"Hello, that's thirty-two total," the driver said, turning his head.
Lin Yu swallowed and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I lost my wallet."
"Ha?"
The driver pushed up his black sunglasses and looked Lin Yu up and down. "Are you trying to get a free ride?"
"No, no," Lin Yu quickly shook his head. "I really lost my wallet."
The driver blinked and locked the car doors again.
"Where's your phone? You can scan my payment code."
"Oh right, wait a moment," Lin Yu groped in his pocket again for a while.
Where was his phone?
His damn phone was gone too!
"Brother, I know you might not believe me, but I lost my phone too," Lin Yu said awkwardly.
"I see," the driver nodded and sent an audio message to the East Sea Taxi Group on his phone.
"Brothers, there's a kid trying to get a free taxi ride."
Hearing this, Lin Yu was shocked.
He wanted to make a name for himself in East Sea in the future.
If all the taxi drivers in East Sea knew he was trying to get a free ride, the whole city would know about it in less than three days.
No way!
Lin Yu frowned. Since reasoning didn't work, he had to get tough.
He suddenly put on a fierce look and said harshly, "I'll give you five seconds to open the door, or don't blame me for being impolite."
Hearing this, the driver was stunned for a moment.
Then he suddenly grinned.
"Oh yeah, you arrogant punk trying to get a free ride. Today I'm going to see what you can do to me!"
Lin Yu sneered, "Then don't blame me!"
Although he was badly injured, he thought he could easily take care of a taxi driver.
But before he could make a move, the taxi driver struck first and threw a punch straight at Lin Yu's face.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, Lin Yu clutched his cheek in pain.
"You bastard, not only trying to get a free ride but laughing so nastily too, you're asking for a beating!"
The driver opened the car door, took out a baseball bat from the back seat, dragged Lin Yu out by the hair.
"Say, are you paying or not!"
Lin Yu was punched dizzy by the driver. He never expected the driver to be so aggressive and make the first move against him.
Seeing the driver wielding the bat fiercely, Lin Yu was also furious.
"You're courting death!"
The next second, he concentrated his energy, gathered his strength, and threw a punch at the driver.
But after his serious injuries that nearly took half his life, his punch now only had twenty percent of its usual speed and power.
"You think I'm made of mud, kid? Let me tell you, I used to be a soldier!"
Before Lin Yu's fist arrived, the driver swung the baseball bat at Lin Yu's body.
"Saying I'm courting death? You're the one courting death!"
"Are you paying or not?"
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The bat rained down on Lin Yu like raindrops. Already seriously wounded, such a beating made him hurt to death.
Moreover, humiliated today and beaten by a taxi driver, his fragile ego was shattered.
He used his hands to protect his head and chest, gritting his teeth, "I'll pay back today's humiliation a hundredfold in the future!"
"Go f**k yourself! Give me the money!"
The driver ignored him completely, swinging the bat relentlessly like hitting golf balls, striking Lin Yu's body again and again.
After being battered by the taxi driver for a few more minutes, Lin Yu finally couldn't take it anymore.
Face and dignity were important, but his life was more important!
Today he had met his match. If he didn't beg for mercy, he would really die.
Thinking of this, Lin Yu didn't care about face anymore. He hugged his head and shouted hoarsely, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me bro!"
Hearing this, the taxi driver stopped moving and pointed the bat at Lin Yu, "I'll stop if you pay!"
Lin Yu swallowed and said, "Bro, I really lost my wallet and phone!"
"Then why the f**k did you get in the cab! Get the f**k out!"
The driver swung the bat at Lin Yu again.
"Bro, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong."
"Stop hitting me, or I'll be dead if you go on!"
Lin Yu yelled desperately, attracting many onlookers.
"Oh my, you can't beat people, he'll die if you go on!"
"Master, stop!"
"Look what you've done to him..."
Hearing these words, the driver stopped and pointed at Lin Yu and said to the crowd, "This punk was trying to get a free ride and even threatened me!"
Hearing this, the crowd looked at each other.
"So arrogant for a young one!"
"See, the arrogant young get their comeuppance in the end!"
"Hmph, just another hot-headed kid."
The driver snorted coldly, then continued, "He even said I would have to face the consequences! Trying to get a free ride and still so cocky! He thinks no one can handle him!"
"That's right!"
"Asking for a beating!"
Just then when the driver was busy talking to the crowd, Lin Yu glanced around and saw a gap in the crowd.
So he mustered all his strength and rushed scrambling towards the gap.
Whoosh!
Like a startled stray dog, he pounced flying into the bushes.
"F**k, he ran away!"
The driver was stunned, angrily threw the bat on the ground, pointed in the direction Lin Yu escaped and cursed, "You little bastard, don't ever think about getting free rides again!"
......
Half an hour later.
In the bushes.
Lin Yu didn't come out until he made sure the surroundings were quiet and the driver and onlookers had left.
He came out slowly from the bushes, looking left and right cautiously.
He clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth until his molars almost cracked.
Gu Chen'an!
Today's humiliation is because of you!
If you hadn't beaten me into serious injuries, no one could have stolen my wallet. Even so, I could have taken out that taxi driver in a second!
It's all because of you!
My plight today is all your fault!
Why are you always against me? Why do you always take away what should have been mine?
Qianmo loves me so much that to be with me she was willing to lower herself to you!
Mingrui cares about me so much that she came to the Ye Family to cheer me on. Why did you take her away!
Yutian is my benefactor. How dare you treat her like that!
You... will suffer a terrible death!
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?"
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?"
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
