In the hospital corridor, Su Muyue hurried towards Tang Yu's ward.
Her stunning looks drew glances from many along the way.
One middle-aged man, over forty, who had sprained his neck playing basketball and was wearing a cervical collar, was being advised by a nurse.
"Mr. Wang, you need to rest and avoid turning your neck too much..."
Before the nurse could finish, he stared wide-eyed at Su Muyue's figure, turning his head as she passed.
A scream then echoed through the corridor.
Su Muyue, having just heard that Tang Yu was in trouble at an underground gambling den and had been taken to the hospital, rushed over immediately.
When she found Tang Yu's ward, Bai Wanyi was helping him out of the bathroom, her face flushed.
The two women locked eyes, and the atmosphere instantly turned awkward.
Why were they coming out of the bathroom?
"Muyue, you're here! Good timing, help me support him, he's feeling weak," Bai Wanyi quickly called out.
"Alright."
Su Muyue hurried over to help Tang Yu to his bed.
Then she realized something.
If he was so weak, what were they doing in the bathroom? What had Bai Wanyi been helping him with?
Seeing Bai Wanyi run off to wash her hands, Su Muyue's expression turned peculiar.
She should have come earlier.
She turned to Tang Yu and asked, "Are you alright?"
"It's nothing."
Tang Yu chuckled.
[Why did she come so quickly? Does she care about me that much? She seems different from before.]
Hearing Tang Yu's thoughts, Su Muyue was slightly taken aback.
A bitter smile crossed her face; she indeed cared more than she used to.
"You guys talk, I'm going to sleep. I'm exhausted from all the fuss last night."
After washing her hands, Bai Wanyi yawned and lay down on another bed, quickly falling asleep to the sound of her soft snores.
With Bai Wanyi asleep, Tang Yu and Su Muyue found themselves at a loss for words.
"Could you get me a glass of water? I'm thirsty."
After a couple of awkward minutes, Tang Yu really felt parched.
"Sure, do you want it warm?"
"Cold is fine."
Su Muyue nodded, filled a disposable cup at the water dispenser, and brought it back.
Tang Yu tried to sit up to drink, but it was a struggle.
So, Su Muyue placed a pillow against the headboard and helped him sit up.
"You're not in a state to drink by yourself, let me help."
Su Muyue held the cup, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Tang Yu.
"Thanks."
Tang Yu opened his mouth slightly.
Su Muyue brought the cup to his lips and slowly helped him drink the water. After finishing, she asked, "Need more?"
"No, I'll just lie down and rest."
Tang Yu shook his head.
【You should drink less until you've fully recovered.】
【Otherwise, you'll need to pee again, and surely you wouldn't want me to help with that, right?】
【Sigh, but let's look on the bright side—at least you didn't need help going number two.】
“……”
Su Muyue's lips twitched upon hearing Tang Yu's inner thoughts.
What on earth is he thinking about every day?
But from what he said, Bai Wanyi really... helped him in the restroom?
She bit her lip, looking somewhat resentfully at her straightforward best friend.
Why would you do that?
A phone call for my help would have sufficed.
“What’s gotten into you today?”
She asked Tang Yu softly.
“It was just a late-night snack with her, and a little trouble at a casino inspection, nothing much.”
Tang Yu replied with a smile.
After that, he didn’t know what else to say.
Being with Su Muyue, he really couldn’t find much in common to talk about.
Mostly because the memories of the past few years were all about being snubbed, facing cold shoulders every day.
They hardly had a normal conversation lasting more than three minutes.
After a moment of silence, Su Muyue spoke.
“If you’re tired, take some rest.”
“Alright.”
Lying down, Tang Yu quickly fell asleep.
Su Muyue sat beside him, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Being by his side, listening to his mumblings, was actually quite nice.
After sitting quietly for half an hour, Bai Wanyi woke up.
She squinted for a while and felt much better, then looked at Su Muyue and asked, “Is he asleep?”
Su Muyue nodded and made a shushing gesture.
Bai Wanyi sighed, got up, put on her shoes, and whispered, “Then I’ll head back to the police station first.”
Seeing Bai Wanyi leaving, Su Muyue hesitated for a moment but followed.
Seeing her friend join her, Bai Wanyi smiled, “Not staying with Tang Yu?”
“Let him sleep.”
Su Muyue shook her head.
Just seeing him and chatting for a bit, listening to his thoughts, was quite fulfilling.
“You’re just bored, aren’t you? Before, you wouldn’t have taken him even if he was offered for free, and now you’re chasing after him like it’s a matter of life and death.”
Bai Wanyi shrugged, not quite understanding these young people.
Su Muyue just gave a bitter smile.
She didn’t understand herself either.
Not long after the two women left, Tang Yu woke up.
After resting for a while, his body finally began to recover.
“Dog system, where’s my reward?”
He grumbled inwardly.
“Reward system upgraded, plot hint function activated, ensuring that even if the plot collapses, it won’t affect the host’s foresight of the plot.”
The system’s voice echoed in his mind.
Hearing this reward, Tang Yu was somewhat surprised; he had thought that after another direct confrontation, he would be rewarded with some martial arts technique or something.
Instead, the reward was a plot hint function from the system.
This way, even if the plot collapses, it wouldn’t affect his understanding of the upcoming events.
After pondering for a moment, Tang Yu asked, “The auction event will still proceed normally, right?”
Since Lu Junzhuo has taken Ye Chen’s place.
The upcoming auction event would be crucial.
In the original plot, Ye Chen acquired an antique at the auction at a low price.
Hidden within the antique were a pill and an ancient martial arts technique, which greatly enhanced his strength.
Han Mingxuan from Yanjing was the one who was killed for competing with Ye Chen over this item.
The system is becoming more and more cunning, stubbornly refusing to provide any useful ancient martial arts.
If that's the case, then I must seize the opportunity that belongs to the Dragon King!
"Ding, the plot will proceed normally, and the storyline has been fully prompted."
The system quickly outlined the auction's plot in Tang Yu's mind.
As expected, the protagonist of the story has changed.
The one who now holds the opportunity has shifted from Ye Chen to Lu Junzhuo.
After familiarizing himself with this part of the story, Tang Yu already had a plan in mind.
If the system is unreliable, then I'll rely on myself!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.