Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

The living room of apartment 3601 in Love Apartment.

Lu Zhanbo had just finished recounting his encounter with Officer Moran, seemingly indifferent.

However, Hu Yifei on the other side said something different.

"My brother has finally figured it out. Of course, Officer Moran is also a very capable person; otherwise, how could she have captured my brother's attention?"

Hu Yifei smiled and grabbed the iced beer from under the coffee table, pulled the tab, and golden foam gushed out, flowing down the bottle.

However, Hu Yifei didn't care about this. She simply raised the bottle and shook it at Zhanbo, a smile appearing on her lips.

"Hurry up and tell your sister what Officer Mo looks like? Is he dashing and heroic?"

"Officer Moran is indeed a dashing and heroic officer."

Lu Zhanbo was speechless and blushed slightly when his older sister Hu Yifei asked him such a direct question.

"I'll say it again: I have nothing to do with anyone else; I was just helping someone pretend to be their partner."

"Pretending to be a couple?!"

Hu Yifei raised an eyebrow, slammed the beer bottle onto the coffee table, making a crisp sound that shook the bag of potato chips next to her.

"What's fake often becomes real. Could someone who makes our taciturn husband bring it up be ordinary?"

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her eyes gleaming with gossip.

"How tall are you? Are you over 1.7 meters? Don't you look especially handsome in your police uniform? Did they ask for your contact information?"

A barrage of questions rained down on Lu Zhanbo like a machine gun. He was completely bewildered, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, and could only shake his head with a flushed face:

"No...no questions asked. We just chatted about work for a bit and he gave me his contact number."

"Contact number?"

Hu Yifei's eyes lit up even more, and she grabbed Lu Zhanbo's arm.

"A phone call means an opportunity! Zhanbo, don't be silly, call tomorrow!"

Sitting to the side, Lin Wanyu held a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, sipping it slowly, her gaze shifting between Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo.

For some reason, looking at Hu Yifei's assertive and enthusiastic demeanor, the image of Officer Mo Lan, the capable and efficient police officer Zhanbo had described, involuntarily came to mind.

Two figures gradually overlapped in her vision, both equally decisive and exuding an undeniable air, making her involuntarily curl the corners of her mouth, a strange sense of familiarity welling up in her heart.

She glanced at Lu Zhanbo beside her. Although he looked embarrassed, there was no impatience in his eyes. Instead, there was a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

With her keen observation, she immediately understood—Zhanbo didn't mind her sister's questioning at all; in fact, he seemed to enjoy the lively atmosphere.

Consequently, he probably didn't entirely dislike Officer Moran, whose personality was somewhat similar to his sister's.

"There's actually a chance."

Lin Wanyu muttered to herself, then put down her juice glass, rested her chin on her hands, and struck a standard "watching the show" pose, her big, watery eyes gleaming with anticipation.

On the other side, Zeng Xiaoxian sat on a single sofa, hugging a pillow printed with "I'm a good man." He frowned as he watched Hu Yifei's aggressive questioning of Lu Zhanbo. He couldn't understand why anyone would care for their younger brother in such a rapid-fire manner. Clearing his throat, he tried to smooth things over: "Yifei, that's enough. Zhanbo is almost bewildered by your questions. Let young people take their time with their own lives; feelings can't be rushed."

He had barely finished speaking when Hu Yifei abruptly turned her head, giving him a sharp, piercing look that instantly made Zeng Xiaoxian swallow the rest of his words. "Zeng Xiaoxian," Hu Yifei said, hands on her hips, her tone laced with disdain, "what do you know? This is called seizing the opportunity! Someone as taciturn as Zhanbo, if you don't give him a push, he'll be waiting forever! If you had this kind of drive when you were pursuing Lisa Rong, would you still be single now?"

"Hey!" Zeng Xiaoxian opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but seeing Hu Yifei's imposing aura, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. In the end, he could only sullenly purse his lips, pick up the beer on the coffee table, and gulp it down. He thought to himself: My good intentions have been wasted. It's really thankless work. What did I do to deserve this?

Hu Yifei, too lazy to pay attention to the sulking Zeng Xiaoxian, turned her gaze back to Lu Zhanbo, patted his shoulder seriously—so hard that Zhanbo winced—and said, "Listen, Lu Zhanbo, ask Officer Mo out first thing tomorrow morning! Dinner, coffee, a movie—anything's fine. Just be proactive! If you meet someone you like, you have to act fast. Don't hesitate, or you'll regret it when someone else snatches them away!"

Lu Zhanbo was amused by his sister's serious demeanor and nodded repeatedly, his ears still red: "I know, sis, I'll ask her out tomorrow and find a reason, like... like thanking her for helping me answer the question."

"That's more like it!" Hu Yifei patted his head with satisfaction. "What a great reason, perfectly legitimate!"

Seeing Hu Yifei's flustered and anxious demeanor, even more so than the person involved, Lin Wanyu finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, her shoulders trembling slightly. She finally understood why Lu Zhanbo always described his sister's personality as "still as a virgin, yet as erratic as a mad rabbit."

Normally, Hu Yifei is calm, capable, and a decisive career woman. But when it comes to her younger brother, she becomes like a child, boisterous and overly enthusiastic. This description couldn't be more apt.

Over the next few minutes, Hu Yifei and Lu Zhanbo discussed the details of their date the next day, even planning where to eat and what to order. "I think we could go to that newly opened Western restaurant. It has a nice atmosphere and is good for chatting," Hu Yifei suggested.

Lu Zhanbo hesitated for a moment: "Isn't it too expensive? And... I'm not very good at using a knife and fork."

"What are you afraid of!" Hu Yifei waved her hand dismissively. "I'll teach you! If all else fails, just order a steak, well-done!"

Zeng Xiaoxian took a few sips of wine, and as the alcohol took effect, he gradually joined the discussion, offering suggestions all at once: "I think coffee would be better, it's quiet, and we can chat for a long time. By the way, Zhanbo, you need to prepare more topics, so there won't be any awkward silences. Like when I host a show, you need to know how to guide the conversation..."

"Come on, Zeng Xiaoxian," Hu Yifei interrupted him mercilessly, "Don't you know how bad your show's ratings are? Don't corrupt my brother!"

Zeng Xiaoxian's face instantly fell, but he still wouldn't give up: "This is based on my experience, based on my experience!"

The atmosphere in the living room grew increasingly lively, filled with laughter and cheerful conversation; even the air itself seemed to be filled with a joyful feeling.

Lin Yao remained completely uninvolved in the heated discussion, simply leaning back on the sofa, quietly observing the scene before him with a faint smile playing on his lips. The warm yellow light bathed his profile, softening his features. His gaze occasionally fell on Lin Wanyu, watching her cup her cheeks, her eyes crinkling with laughter, his eyes filled with tenderness. Lin Wanyu noticed his gaze, turned her head, winked at him, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile, and subtly made a "watching the show" gesture. They exchanged a knowing smile, everything understood without a word.

As night deepened, moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting silvery patches on the floor. Hu Yifei, her cheeks flushed and her voice eight octaves higher than usual, was clearly a little drunk. She kept nagging Lu Zhanbo, "Remember, you have to dress more formally tomorrow. Don't wear that plaid shirt of yours, it's too old-fashioned..."

Lin Yao glanced at the watch on his wrist, gently touched Lin Wanyu's arm, and said in a low, gentle voice, "It's getting late, let's go and explore the area."

Lin Wanyu nodded, put down her empty glass, and stood up with him. The two waved to the three people on the sofa: "We're leaving now, you should all get some rest too."

Hu Yifei waved her hand and drunkenly shouted, "Be careful on the road! Remember to come hear good news from Zhanbo tomorrow! I'm sure he'll succeed!"

Lu Zhanbo nodded quickly, a helpless yet indulgent smile on his face: "Don't worry, take care!"

Although Zeng Xiaoxian was still muttering "he values ​​women over friends, forgets his friends now that he has a younger brother," he still stood up, patted his chest, and looked righteous: "You guys go ahead, I'll take care of Yifei here. I promise to get her home safely, I definitely won't let her fall!"

Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu exchanged a smile, then pushed open the door and left room 3601.

The streets were exceptionally quiet at night, and the dim streetlights cast long, long shadows of the two. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill, yet it felt wonderfully comfortable. Lin Wanyu held Lin Yao's hand, walking briskly, her smile never fading.

"I never expected Sister Yifei to have such a gossipy side," she said, turning her head to look at Lin Yao, her eyes sparkling as if they held stars. "It feels just like in the novels, walking down the street with someone you like. It feels so good, so peaceful and quiet, without having to think about anything."

Lin Yao held her hand tightly, the warmth from her fingertips comforting him. He turned his head to look at her profile illuminated by the moonlight, his voice so gentle it could melt water: "If you like, I'll accompany you for a walk every day from now on, whether it's a bustling street or a quiet road."

Lin Wanyu's cheeks flushed slightly, like a layer of rouge. She softly hummed in agreement, resting her head on his shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck, carrying a faint scent of shampoo. The two walked aimlessly, and when they passed a 24-hour convenience store, Lin Yao pulled Lin Wanyu inside.

After wandering around for a while, Lin Yao returned to the apartment and chose room 3602, the room where the future Guan Gu Miracle would stay. Pushing open the door, he found the room still retained some Japanese-style decorations: tatami mats, a wooden desk, clean and tidy. He tidied up briefly, put the things he bought in the refrigerator, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the chirping of birds drifted in through the window. Lin Yao woke up, tiptoed to the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began preparing breakfast. The millet porridge in the clay pot bubbled gently, releasing a delicate aroma of rice; on the frying pan, the fried eggs were golden and crispy, their edges slightly curled; the toast slices were toasted to perfection, emitting an enticing wheat fragrance.

Not long after, the door to apartment 3602 opened, and Zeng Xiaoxian walked in, sporting heavy dark circles under his eyes and a messy head of hair, looking like a ravaged chicken coop. He plopped down in a chair at the dining table, letting out a long sigh and muttering, "What the worst luck I've ever had! Last night, I took Hu Yifei home, and she was drunk, tossing and turning in bed. She almost threw me off! My back still hurts; I almost seriously injured myself! Good deeds never get rewarded. I'll never try to be a hero again!"

He complained as he unceremoniously grabbed a slice of toast and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering indistinctly, "Your breakfast is so much better than the instant noodles I cook myself. Lin Yao, you're really good at cooking. It's a shame you're not a chef."

Lin Yao smiled and didn't say anything. He simply pushed a bowl of warm millet porridge in front of him and handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Try the porridge, it's good for your stomach."

Just then, Lin Wanyu woke up. As soon as she stepped out of her room, she smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen, and her eyes instantly lit up like a kitten just waking up. She quickly walked to the dining table, looked at the exquisite breakfast on it, and a look of joy appeared on her face. She couldn't wait to pick up a spoon and scoop up a mouthful of light millet porridge. The porridge was warm and slightly sweet, instantly dispelling the morning drowsiness.

"It's so delicious!" She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, her gaze towards Lin Yao full of smiles. "Lin Yao, you're amazing! You can make everything."

Lin Yao wiped his hands, sat down opposite her, and smiled, "Eat more if you like, there's more in the pot."

Just as the three of them were enjoying their meal, a soft knock came at the door, the rhythm neither hurried nor slow, and very polite.

"Coming, coming!" Zeng Xiaoxian, with half a slice of toast in his mouth, got up to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a beautiful woman in a white dress stood there, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, exquisite features, and an elegant demeanor. She was also carrying a delicate handbag.

"Hi, is Lin Yao here?" The woman's voice was gentle and pleasant, with a hint of laughter, like a spring breeze.

Zeng Xiaoxian froze for a moment, his eyes widening instantly. He quickly stepped aside to let her in, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Yes, yes, yes, please come in! And you are, beautiful lady?"

The woman walked into the house, her gaze falling on Lin Yao at the dining table. She smiled and waved, "Lin Yao, long time no see! Do you remember me? I'm Qin Yumo, Hu Yifei's best friend."

Lin Yao looked up, saw the person who had arrived, and was slightly taken aback. He then stood up politely and nodded, "Qin Yumo, it's been a long time. I didn't expect to run into you here."

Lin Wanyu sat to the side, holding a bowl of porridge, curiously observing Qin Yumo. The woman before her had exquisite features and an outstanding temperament. Her white dress accentuated her snow-white skin, making her no less beautiful than herself. However, when she greeted Lin Yao, he only responded indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Compared to the gentleness and kindness he showed her, he was completely different.

Lin Wanyu couldn't help but smile slightly, a feeling of indescribable satisfaction welling up in her heart—as expected of the person she had chosen, his willpower was strong, remaining completely unmoved by the temptation of a beautiful woman.

Qin Yumo was initially puzzled as to why Lin Yao had suddenly become so cold. When they met before, although he wasn't talkative, he hadn't been this distant. But when her gaze fell on Lin Wanyu behind Lin Yao, she instantly understood. Looking at Lin Wanyu, the girl before her wore a light blue loungewear set, her long hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Her eyebrows were curved, and a faint smile graced her face. Compared to Qin Yumo's own elegance, she possessed an innate air of nobility and a charming cuteness.

A rare moment of comparison stirred within Qin Yumo. She couldn't help but silently observe the two of them—a handsome man and a beautiful woman, standing together perfectly matched. Finally, she sighed softly, muttering to herself: when it comes to this wit and chemistry, she was still a step behind.

She quickly composed herself, gave Lin Wanyu a friendly smile, and then turned to the others, explaining her purpose: "I heard from Yifei that an interesting young couple moved in next door, so I came to meet them. By the way, I recently changed jobs, and since it's close by, I'm planning to move to Love Apartment for a while. We'll all be neighbors from now on, so please take care of me."

"Really?!" Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this, all traces of fatigue vanishing from his face. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, his voice rising an octave, "That's wonderful! Welcome, welcome! It's been so long since we've had such a beautiful neighbor in our apartment! Does Yifei know? She'll be so happy!"

Lin Yao simply nodded, his face expressionless, and continued to drink his porridge.

"Welcome. If you need any help in the future, please let me know."

Lin Wanyu raised an eyebrow, her bright eyes sparkling as she looked at Qin Yumo with a hint of inquiry.