After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye leaned back on the leather sofa in the mobile phone store's experience area, crossed his legs, and held the cigarette that he hadn't lit between his fingers.

[Ding—Two individuals have been detected in the McDonald's system (Wang Xiaoying and Chen Man), meeting the conditions for triggering the chain reward.]

[Chain Reward: A top-tier luxury mansion.]

Property Type: Detached villa. Building Area: 860 square meters. Features: Private garden, underground garage, fully equipped smart home system. Title Status: All debts settled, no mortgages or outstanding debts. The property title deed has been generated; the electronic version is stored in the host's mobile phone folder, and the paper version will be delivered within three days via a dedicated channel.

[Note: This reward is directly allocated by the system and does not involve any third-party transactions. The host can check in at any time.]

Lin Ye almost dropped the unlit cigarette in his hand.

Luxury mansions.

A detached villa.

Eight hundred and sixty square feet.

He was outwardly lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, his expression as calm as if he were reading a spam text message, but inwardly he was in an uproar—had the system planted a bug in his brain?

He was just thinking about buying a house when the reward came.

It's quite a coincidence that he was thinking about this when he saw eight girls jostling each other at the amusement park this morning.

At that time, Lin Ye was leaning against a lamppost watching the group of girls squeezing through the crowd, thinking that there needed to be a spacious place.

No matter how soft the new sofa is, it can't fit nine people. Every morning, either someone with tattooed arms kicks his face or someone with blond hair drools on his chest. The bathroom queue is so long that some people can't hold it in anymore and go to the kitchen sink to brush their teeth.

He originally planned to use the money to buy a decent house.

The location doesn't need to be great, just enough to live in; the decoration doesn't need to be too luxurious, just enough rooms and bathrooms.

The system ended up breaking through his ceiling—an 860-square-meter detached villa with a private garden, underground garage, and fully equipped smart home.

[System, are you serious?]

[This system does not issue fake rewards. This property is located in the host's current city, approximately eight kilometers from the host's current location. The electronic property ownership certificate has been saved in the host's phone folder, and the host can view it at any time.]

[Additionally, the McDonald's system's chain reward mechanism is explained as follows: Unlocking two target individuals within the McDonald's system will trigger a high-level physical reward. The next chain reward will be triggered when the number of target individuals reaches four. Please continue to maintain this strategy.]

Lin Ye glanced down at his phone screen.

Sure enough, a new PDF file appeared in the folder, named "Electronic Version of Real Estate Ownership Certificate".

He clicked on it and glanced at it—the property ownership number was neat and orderly, and his name was clearly printed in the rights holder column.

It's not a copy, not a screenshot, but an original electronic document directly generated by the system. The anti-counterfeiting watermark is clearly visible under screen light.

He locked his phone, put the unlit cigarette back in his mouth, stood up from the sofa, and patted off non-existent dust from his casual shorts.

Then he glanced around at the eight girls who were still fiddling with their new phones.

"Pack up everything, it's time to move."

"move place?"

The blond girl was the first to move her new phone away from her face. Her honey-brown pigtails swayed twice as she tilted her head, and her deep brown eyes were full of confusion.

"What did you say, bro? Why are you moving?"

The tattooed man raised his head, and the cigarette in his mouth almost fell onto the screen of his new phone.

Hua Tui placed her phone, which she was studying the filter on her lap, while Lv Mao and Pink Mao simultaneously stopped sending videos to each other. Qi Liu Hai peeked out from the corner, holding Wang Cai. Shen Qing and Shen Na exchanged a puzzled look, and Wang Xiaoying sat up straight on the single sofa.

Eight pairs of eyes stared at Lin Ye, each with the same expression on their face—are you kidding me?

"Literal meaning. Moving. No longer living in that shared apartment."

Lin Ye took his hand out of his pocket, picked up the glass of warm water that Shen Qing had left for him on the coffee table, and took a sip.

"Bro, where are the nine of us going to live? The shared apartment is a bit run-down, but the landlord is really nice to us. We just got a new sofa a few days ago—"

The tattooed man took the cigarette out of his mouth, his tone full of reluctance.

"A detached villa. 860 square meters. With a garden and underground garage."

Lin Ye put the water glass back on the coffee table.

The living room was silent for a full three seconds.

The blond-haired man's new phone slipped from his hand and bounced twice on the sofa cushion.

The cigarette she was holding with her tattooed arm actually fell this time, and she didn't even bother to wipe the ash off her new phone screen.

The floral dress slid right off the sofa armrest, and the side slit of the floral dress got caught on the rivets on the edge of the armrest without anyone noticing.

Green Hair and Pink Hair both gasped in surprise, their earrings resembling dandelions blown by the wind.

Qi Liuhai lifted Wangcai up to shield himself, while the cat in the space capsule cat carrier stood up with one ear erect, probably startled by the sudden silence.

The two sisters, Shen Qing and Shen Na, opened their mouths at the same time and then closed them at the same time. They looked at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

Wang Xiaoying sat on the sofa, almost spilling her iced Americano on her yoga pants—she was the only worldly person in the house, but the number 860 square meters of a detached villa still made her brain briefly freeze.

"Brother, say it again?"

The blond-haired man picked up his phone from the sofa cushion and held it in his arms, his voice ethereal from beginning to end.

"A detached villa. 860 square meters. With a garden and underground garage."

Lin Ye repeated what he had just said word for word.

"It's true."

Wang Xiaoying was the first to speak. Her voice trembled slightly, but the corners of her mouth were already turning up as she spoke.

"Lin Ye, what's wrong with you—"

"What do you mean, 'what are you doing'? My brother's rich!"

The blond-haired girl interrupted Wang Xiaoying, her honey-brown pigtails almost hitting her tattooed face.

"I told you long ago I was a rich kid just experiencing life, but nobody believed me! Now that I have this villa, who doesn't believe me now?"

She tossed her new phone onto the sofa, sprang up, grabbed Lin Ye's neck, and clung to him.

"We have a big house to live in now!"

The tattooed man picked up a cigarette from the ground and put it back in his mouth, his hand holding the lighter still trembling.

Her floral-patterned legs rested on the sofa armrest, the rose tattoo on her leg rising and falling slightly with the rhythm of her deep breaths: "Eight hundred and sixty square meters—how many rooms would that be?"

"About eight or nine bedrooms, plus a living room, dining room, study, entertainment room, and so on."

Lin Ye put his phone back in his pocket, speaking casually.

"Eight or nine bedrooms!"

The green-haired and pink-haired people hugged each other and shouted.

"So, will we each have a room?"

Qi Liuhai, carrying Wangcai, squeezed through the crowd and, unusually, spoke up. His voice was soft, but every word was incredibly clear: "Will Wangcai have its own room too?"

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

The tattooed man laughed so hard he slapped the sofa armrest; the tattooed leg man laughed so hard he looked up from the small mirror; the green-haired and pink-haired man laughed so hard they hugged each other and fell onto the sofa cushions; and the blond man, hanging on Lin Ye's neck, laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.

Lin Ye took the blond hair off his neck and put it back on the sofa. Just as he was about to speak, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and looked at it—it was his landlady, Zhou Fang.

He hadn't seen Sister Zhou since the May Day holiday. After the 12,000 yuan sofa was replaced, he only spoke to her a few times on WeChat.

He answered the phone, and Zhou Fang's voice still had that same efficient quality she used when collecting rent, but her tone carried a hint of nervousness that was hard to pinpoint: "Xiao Lin, um—have you been busy lately? I have something I want to talk to you about."