Simultaneous Transmigration: From Douluo Continent to the Pinnacle

Lin Yao showed a hint of surprise on his face, and just then he exchanged a glance with Lin Wanyu beside him.

Zeng Xiaoxian, sitting opposite, was even more exaggerated.

I almost spat out the mouthful of milk tea I had just poured into my mouth. I frantically grabbed a tissue to cover my mouth, coughing so hard that my shoulders were trembling slightly.

Just minutes ago, Lu Zhanbo stood at the entrance to the living room of apartment 3601, his hair slightly disheveled. His crisp, dark blue police uniform made his already slender frame appear even more upright, and the star-shaped insignia on his epaulets shimmered under the warm yellow light of the living room. He nervously clutched the brim of his hat, his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes filled with a youthful excitement and trepidation as he muttered softly, "I...I passed the exam."

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy living room fell silent for half a second.

Lin Yao put down his coffee spoon, his gaze falling on the police uniform, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the warm rim of the cup. He remembered a few days ago, when Lu Zhanbo sat on this very sofa, stammering that he wanted to apply to be a police officer, Zeng Xiaoxian almost spilled the potato chips he had just bought, exclaiming three times, "Are you serious?" Lin Wanyu was flipping through a fashion magazine at the time, and upon hearing this, she simply looked up and smiled, assuming it was just another new idea that Zhanbo had come up with—after all, this engineering guy, whose head was full of code and formulas, always seemed to come up with some ridiculous thoughts.

Nobody took it seriously.

But Lu Zhanbo before me had a perfectly pressed collar, his police trousers hanging straight down to his gleaming leather shoes, and even his belt was fastened meticulously. He cleared his throat and, as if giving a work report, explained rapidly, "I graduated with a degree in computer science, and I applied for a technical position. I passed both the written and oral exams. Sister Mo Lan helped me prepare a lot of study materials; she said my major is quite sought after in the police force..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, his pride barely concealed: "From now on, I'll be a police officer, specializing in cybersecurity and data analysis, the kind that helps solve cases."

"My God!" Zeng Xiaoxian finally came to his senses, threw away the tissue in his hand, and rushed forward to circle Lu Zhanbo twice, his eyes full of disbelief. "Lu Zhanbo, you're something else! I thought you were going to spend your whole life working with code, and you actually made it into a police uniform? Those epaulets, that uniform, so cool!"

Lin Yao couldn't help but laugh, and stood up to pat Zhanbo on the shoulder: "You're pretty good, Zhanbo. I never expected you to be so proactive."

Lin Wanyu put down the magazine, walked to Zhanbo's side, and gently stroked the epaulets on his shoulder, her eyes full of approval: "This outfit suits you very well, Zhanbo, you look especially energetic."

The compliments from the two men made Lu Zhanbo blush even more. He abruptly stopped smiling, as if remembering something important, and grabbed Lin Yao and Zeng Xiaoxian's wrists with surprising force, his eyes full of pleading: "Um... could you do me a favor?"

"Go ahead, go ahead," Zeng Xiaoxian patted his chest, looking like he was saying, "Leave it to me! We're brothers, we can do it for you, not just one, but ten!"

Lu Zhanbo swallowed hard, his voice extremely low, like a thief, and he glanced warily towards the door: "You guys... could you please not tell my sister?"

"Hu Yifei?" Zeng Xiaoxian's smile froze instantly, as if someone had doused him with a bucket of cold water. He subconsciously took a half step back, waving his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no! How can we keep this from Sister Yifei? She's your own sister. If she finds out we've kept this a secret from her, she'll tear us apart!"

He wasn't wrong. Who is Hu Yifei? She's the undisputed "big sister" of the Love Apartment, a black belt in Taekwondo, capable of tearing a sofa apart with her bare hands when she gets angry. Lu Zhanbo has never escaped her "clutches" since childhood. If she knew that her younger brother secretly applied to become a policeman and dared to hide it from her, not only Lu Zhanbo, but even those who helped cover it up would probably be dealt with by her "flick of lightning."

Lu Zhanbo seemed to have anticipated this, his eyes slightly reddening. He tightened his grip on their wrists, his voice trembling with a hint of tears: "My sister will definitely not agree! She's always thought being a policeman is too dangerous. Ever since I was little, she'd nag me for ages even if I fell off my bicycle. If she knew I was going to be a policeman, she'd lock me up at home!"

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly earnest: "I know it's wrong to keep it from her, but it's my own choice, and I really love this job. Being a police officer is a sacred profession; it protects everyone, and I want to give it a try. Please help me keep it a secret for a while, and once I've established myself in the police force, I'll explain it to her personally, okay?"

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Zeng Xiaoxian's resolve began to waver. He secretly glanced at Lin Yao, and seeing that Lin Yao didn't speak, he looked down at Lu Zhanbo's reddened eyes and sighed, "You... sigh."

He rubbed his temples, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts—on one hand, Hu Yifei's "flick of the wrist," and on the other, his brother's pleading. But then he thought, the police profession is indeed worthy of respect. Although Zhanbo is usually a bit slow, he's serious and persistent when he gets down to business; maybe he really can make something of himself in a technical role.

"Alright, alright." Zeng Xiaoxian finally gave in and waved his hand helplessly. "I promise you, I won't tell Sister Yifei for now. But let me make this clear: if the truth comes out one day, you'll have to plead for me. I don't want to get beaten to a pulp by your sister."

Lu Zhanbo's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had grasped a lifeline, and he nodded vigorously, "Definitely! I'll definitely stand in front of you when the time comes!"

Lin Yao couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He patted Zhanbo on the shoulder and said gently, "I'll keep it a secret for you too. It's your choice, and we have no reason to interfere."

"Thank you!" Lu Zhanbo was so excited he almost jumped up. Tears welled up in his eyes and he wiped them away haphazardly, but his face lit up with a big smile.

Lin Wanyu smiled and nodded, "I won't tell either, Zhanbo. I wish you all the best in your new position."

Lu Zhanbo thanked him repeatedly, his smile as bright as a child who had just received candy.

As the group was talking, a soft click came from the entryway, and Qin Yumo walked in, wearing high heels and carrying a delicate handbag. She was wearing a burgundy dress that accentuated her fair and radiant skin. Seeing the group in the living room, she raised an eyebrow, her tone slightly teasing: "Oh, so lively? What are you talking about, laughing so happily?"

Lu Zhanbo's smile froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place, completely petrified. Zeng Xiaoxian was even more exaggerated, instinctively hiding behind Lin Yao, his eyes darting around, not daring to look Qin Yumo in the eye.

Who is Qin Yumo? A shrewd and perceptive person, with unparalleled ability to read people. She immediately sensed the unease between the two. Her gaze swept over Lu Zhanbo's police uniform, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She leisurely walked to the sofa, sat down, crossed her legs, and watched them with amusement: "Lu Zhanbo, your outfit… is quite unique. When did you acquire this new hobby? Cosplaying a policeman?"

Lu Zhanbo's face flushed crimson instantly. He stammered, unable to speak, his eyes darting around, his fingers nervously twisting the hem of his clothes. Zeng Xiaoxian didn't dare lift his head, cursing Lu Zhanbo a hundred times over in his mind—why did he have to come now of all times? Now he's going to be exposed!

Seeing their guilty looks, Qin Yumo laughed even harder. She pointed at Lu Zhanbo and then at Zeng Xiaoxian, saying, "You two, are you hiding something from me? And who are you hiding it from?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanbo and Zeng Xiaoxian seemed to have their secrets exposed. They exchanged a glance, both seeing despair in each other's eyes. The next second, almost simultaneously, they both slid to their knees with a perfectly executed motion, bowing repeatedly to Qin Yumo.

"Sister Yu Mo, please, please don't tell Sister Yi Fei!" Lu Zhanbo's voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up in his eyes again. "I didn't mean to keep it from her, I just... I was just afraid she would object."

Zeng Xiaoxian nodded along, his head banging like a chicken pecking at rice: "Sister Yumo, please be magnanimous, just pretend you didn't see or hear anything! I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise... no, I have shows to record and audiences to entertain, I can't let Sister Yifei beat me up so I can't be unable to record the show!"

Qin Yumo was amused by their antics and burst into laughter. Clutching her stomach, she was breathless with laughter: "You two...you two are too funny! I haven't even said who I'm going to tell, and you've already confessed?"

She paused for a moment, then reached out to help the two of them up, her eyes filled with even more mockery: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your little secrets. But seriously, Zhanbo, it's quite surprising that you became a policeman."

Lu Zhanbo was stunned, looking at her in disbelief: "You...you're not going to tell Sister Yifei?"

"Why should I tell her?" Qin Yumo raised an eyebrow, smoothed a stray hair at her temple, and said in a light tone, "Such an interesting thing should be kept secret until we see how it goes. Don't worry, I promise you, I'll keep it a secret."

"Thank you so much, Sister Yu Mo!" Lu Zhanbo and Zeng Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, as if a huge burden had been lifted off their shoulders, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yao and Lin Wanyu stood aside, watching the chaotic scene unfold, and smiled at each other, their eyes full of amusement.

After this minor incident, the living room returned to its usual lively atmosphere. Not long after, Chen Meijia's voice came from next door, apartment 3603, brimming with excitement: "Everyone, come and try these! A few of my new signature dishes—I guarantee they'll be delicious!"

Chen Meijia's passion for cooking has always far surpassed her mathematical talent. Upon hearing this, everyone got up and headed towards room 3603.

As soon as you enter, the rich aroma of food wafts out. The table is laden with a dazzling array of dishes: braised pork ribs, glistening with color, sweet and sour pork, tempting with its tangy flavor, and a plate of vibrant green stir-fried vegetables—it all looks incredibly appetizing. Chen Meijia, wearing a pink apron, stands by the table, her smile as radiant as a blooming sunflower: "Come and try some! I've been practicing for days!"

Lin Wanyu was the first to pick up her chopsticks, took a piece of sweet and sour pork, and put it in her mouth. After chewing it a few times, her eyes lit up instantly. The sweet and sour sauce coated the crispy pork, creating a rich texture and a truly delicious flavor. She smiled and nodded, "Delicious! Meijia, your cooking skills have improved so much!"

Lu Zhanbo and Zeng Xiaoxian were already starving, and upon hearing this, they didn't stand on ceremony, picking up their chopsticks and starting to eat heartily, muttering praises: "Delicious! Delicious! Even better than the restaurant downstairs!"

Lin Yao also picked up a piece of braised pork ribs with his chopsticks. The ribs were stewed until they were tender and falling off the bone, and the sauce was rich and flavorful, making them truly delicious. He looked up at Lin Wanyu and saw her eating with a smile on her face, and he couldn't help but smile as well.

Lin Wanyu took a few bites, then suddenly seemed to remember something. She put down her chopsticks, looked at Chen Meijia, and said earnestly, "Meijia, your cooking is so good. How about this—I'll pay for it, and you can cook a few meals for everyone occasionally. I'll buy the ingredients, and everyone can pay a little for the meals. This way, everyone can eat well, and you can earn some pocket money. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Meijia's eyes widened instantly, as if she couldn't believe her ears. She froze for a few seconds before reacting, excitedly grabbing Lin Wanyu's hand, her voice trembling, "Really? Wanyu, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true." Lin Wanyu nodded with a smile, her tone light and cheerful. "I think everyone really likes your cooking, so this is a win-win situation, isn't it?"

"That's wonderful!" Chen Meijia was so excited she almost jumped for joy. She nodded vigorously, her smile dazzling. "I promise! I'll do my best and make sure everyone is satisfied!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanbo and Zeng Xiaoxian nearly spat out their food. They exchanged a glance, both seeing ecstatic joy in each other's eyes, and immediately put down their chopsticks, bowing repeatedly to Lin Wanyu: "Wanyu, you're a lifesaver! We'll never have to eat Zeng Xiaoxian's culinary disasters again!"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Xiaoxian immediately became displeased and slapped Lu Zhanbo on the back of the head: "Hey, how dare you talk like that? My instant noodles are clearly delicious!"

"Come on," Lu Zhanbo retorted without hesitation. "Your instant noodles are just salty and scalding hot. They're nowhere near as good as Meijia's cooking!"

The two started bickering again, filling the living room with laughter. Lin Yao watched this scene, his smile growing even gentler.

The afternoon sun streamed lazily through the windows, casting a golden glow on the floor. Everyone, having eaten and drunk their fill, sat or lay down, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility. Zeng Xiaoxian leaned back on the sofa, humming an off-key tune; Chen Meijia and Lin Wanyu huddled together, quietly discussing a new recipe; Lu Zhanbo sat to the side, secretly glancing at police training materials on his phone, a satisfied smile playing on his lips; Lin Yao leaned against the window, a book between his fingers, reading quietly.

Just then, a crisp knock on the door broke the silence of the living room.

"Knock knock knock".

The voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to make everyone look up.

Zeng Xiaoxian was closest to the door. He lazily got up, muttering as he walked, "Who is it? Coming to visit at this hour?"

He reached out and opened the door, where a strange man stood.

The man wore a clean white shirt and dark casual trousers, his hair was neatly styled, and he wore black-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined appearance. He carried a suitcase and had a slightly reserved smile on his face. Upon seeing Zeng Xiaoxian open the door, he bowed slightly and introduced himself in somewhat broken Chinese:

"Hello, my name is Guan Gu Shenqi, and I'm a cartoonist from Japan. I... I rented this apartment. Excuse me, is this the Love Apartment?"

Zeng Xiaoxian stared blankly at the Japanese man in front of him who was speaking broken Chinese.

Everyone in the living room looked over, their eyes filled with surprise.