Indeed, just as Tianhai predicted, Chen Wen was so stuffed he could barely walk, forced to sit on the chair and gasp for air, though his face was alight with bliss. “Xiao Qing, your cooking is absolutely incredible, far better than any five-star hotel chef.” “This kid must have been reborn as a starving ghost,” Tianhai mocked with a sneer.

“Brother Zhong Yun, you ate a good fifty percent more than usual today. Are you going to be severely bloated?” On the other side, Xiao Qing asked Zhong Yun with concern.

“No worries, just eight-tenths full, perfect timing. Maybe I’m still growing; my appetite has gotten much better recently,” Zhong Yun explained, though the truth was that since he started practicing the Jialan Star gymnastics, his caloric needs had soared.

“Is that so?” Xiao Qing relaxed, thinking to herself that she would need to adjust her brother’s meal plan starting tomorrow. “How did you two meet Xiao Qing?” After leaving the restaurant, Chen Wen hobbled along and asked.

“It must have been right when school started,” Tianhai recalled. “On the first day, we planned to eat in the cafeteria, but Xiaoyun barely picked at his food before tossing it aside, saying it was disgusting—you don’t know how picky Xiaoyun is about food.” Tianhai let out a minor complaint.

“So we went out looking for food, wandered around, and happened to pass by this place. We both burst out laughing when we saw the sign.” Chen Wen recalled, chuckling too; the restaurant’s name was literally “Yun Lai Restaurant” (Cloud Arrives Restaurant), which seemed perfectly fitting for Zhong “Yun” to visit.

“I don't know why, but the moment Xiao Qing laid eyes on Xiaoyun, her gaze locked onto him, and she started hovering around him, fawning. Back then, Xiao Qing was just an eleven-year-old girl with a thick, long black braid trailing down her back.” “At the time, I laughed at Xiaoyun for attracting little kids.

Who knew that just two or three years later, the little girl would turn into a true beauty?” Tianhai said, his face etched with regret. Chen Wen looked on with contempt.

“For a seasoned otaku like you, you actually let a genuine loli goddess slip away like that. You’re seriously useless.” Tianhai’s face turned black.

Chen Wen clicked his tongue in wonder. Yet, he still couldn't comprehend it.

How could a guy as awkward as Zhong Yun attract a lovely girl like Xiao Qing? It was truly unbelievable.

After walking for a while. “We still have two hours before class starts.

Want to hit up an internet café?” Tianhai checked the time and suggested. Chen Wen nodded.

“Perfect timing to check out Amu’s website.” “Who’s Amu?” Tianhai asked curiously, recalling the screeching sound during the experiment class where this name seemed to come up, and he pressed on, “Did I miss something important?” Zhong Yun gave a brief explanation. Tianhai suddenly realized, then groaned.

“So the URL Xiao Ruo gave me was just for a music site.” “What else did you think it was?” “I thought Xiao Ruo had a secret crush on me and was inviting me to her private space.” Zhong Yun and Chen Wen were left speechless. At the internet café, Zhong Yun was about to book three standard terminals, but Chen Wen stopped him.

He turned to the owner and said, “Book three private rooms.” Then he turned to the other two. “You guys treated me to a great meal today, now it’s my turn to treat you to some surfing.” Zhong Yun and Tianhai didn't refuse.

Tianhai had already noticed that although Chen Wen’s clothes looked unassuming, they were foreign designer brands. Ordinary people wouldn't recognize them, but their value was definitely comparable to the outfit Fei Yingming wore today.

He was likely another rich kid. Standard terminals were cheap, but their realism was low.

The private rooms, however, featured top-tier equipment, even superior to the ‘Phantom 5000’ in Zhong Yun’s home. But the cost was exorbitant—five hundred an hour was not something the average person could afford.

Once online, Zhong Yun added Chen Wen as a friend. A personal space was equivalent to one's online home; once permissions were granted, one could visit each other.

Then, Zhong Yun impatiently logged into Space Campaign. His spatial assistant, Xiao Qi, hadn't allowed him to play games for an entire month.

Ever since the transmigration, he hadn't been able to satisfy his craving for virtual games. The scene shifted, and a vast, boundless starry sky unfolded before his eyes, dazzling and mesmerizing.

Immediately, the sound of resonant drums began, and amidst the stirring prelude, Zhong Yun entered the game. Space Campaign was developed by the Angdi Empire’s production company, commissioned by Davo’s largest gaming firm, Virtual-Reality Life, with massive investment.

It was a game far more refined, with larger environments, higher fidelity, and more diverse gameplay than any other domestic title. With its irresistible charm, upon release, Campaign swept away all competing games like an autumn wind scattering leaves.

Now, Campaign firmly commanded a 90% market share, achieving a complete monopoly. Upon entering his personal hangar, Zhong Yun immediately spotted the Qi Yun Hao, standing nearly ten meters tall, pure white, and fixed onto a maintenance scaffold.

Zhong Yun looked at it, his gaze mesmerized. It was too beautiful—the rugged lines, the cold, hard reflection, all screaming that this was a weapon of extreme destructive power.

As a boy who grew up watching Gundam, he had almost no resistance to such mechas. Taking a deep breath, Zhong Yun boarded the Qi Yun Hao and entered the training grounds.

Controlling the mecha wasn't easy. Initially, Zhong Yun was clumsy, his movements jerky and unstable, but the underlying foundation of this body remained; the previous Zhong Yun, while not a top master, was quite familiar with the controls.

Zhong Yun quickly immersed himself. Over an hour later, Zhong Yun logged out, fully satisfied.

Returning to his personal space, he noticed an unread message. Opening it, he read: “Please join Amu’s Home, the world’s first Amu fan group,” signed by Xiao Ruo.

Zhong Yun smiled faintly. He hadn't expected Xiao Ruo to actually create a fan group.

He casually accepted the invitation. He didn't expect what he found: the total membership count of Amu’s Home was over twenty thousand.

Even if Xiao Ruo was fast, the group was established just last night. Attracting over twenty thousand members in less than a day was simply absurd.

Neither Amu nor Xiao Ruo had any significant online influence, so it was impossible for them to pull in so many people in such a short time. He genuinely couldn’t fathom why so many people had joined.

He checked Amu’s website again, where the statistics showed the visit count was only a little over fifty thousand. Class time was fast approaching.

The trio exited the private rooms, paid their bills, and rushed towards school. Before they even reached the classroom door, they heard a loud cheer erupting from inside.

“Xiao Ruo, are you serious?” The voice carried far. The three exchanged glances, wondering what mischief the girls were up to this time.

Entering the room, they saw a crowd of girls gathered together, laughing, jumping, and cheering as if celebrating a major event. Tianhai asked a male student who was usually friendly, “Are the girls having some kind of collective… outburst?” “Something like that,” the boy replied with a hint of sourness.

“Word is, Amu’s website released a statement officially recognizing the Amu’s Home group Xiao Ruo created as the official fan association.” “Is Amu’s music really that good?” Tianhai asked, puzzled. “It’s even better than you imagine,” Chen Wen chimed in.

“Though perhaps slightly inferior to Ming Yunyu, his skill level is still top-tier.” “That guy can even be compared to Yunyu?” Tianhai sneered. Chen Wen looked surprised.

“Are you a fan of hers?” Tianhai tilted his head up, wearing an expression of pure pride. Zhong Yun helped him out: “Tianhai is one of the one hundred thousand official members of ‘Yusi’ [Rain Strands].” Chen Wen grunted an acknowledgement.

“Then I take it back.” He then turned to Zhong Yun. “Do you know that there are two types of people in this world who are the most unreasonable?” “Which two?” “Fans,” Chen Wen paused.

“And women in love.” P: If you find this book enjoyable, please cast your valuable vote. Newcomers need your support.