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Chapter 25: Adjusting State, Preparing to Start
Brave. That was the collective thought of the crowd watching the scene unfold.
Why had rumors about Lin Tian persisted for so long without confirmation? It was simple—no one had dared to ask.
In high school, gossip spread like wildfire. Lin Tian’s video had gone viral the night before, and by now, every girl in the grade had likely seen it or heard about it. So, when someone finally worked up the courage to pose the question everyone wanted answered, excitement rippled through the air.
But Lin Tian merely smiled faintly at the bold inquiry.
“What does that kind of relationship matter?”
With those cryptic words, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving behind a sea of stunned faces.
Only after stepping out of the school gates and walking several dozen meters did Lin Tian allow himself to lean against a wall and exhale deeply.
That was terrifying.
He hadn’t expected to stumble into such a quintessential Japanese high school trope. Questions like these were notorious traps—impossible to answer without inviting trouble.
If he’d said “no,” his peaceful days at school would have ended right then and there. If he’d said “yes,” he might as well have fast-forwarded into some clichéd light novel scenario where he’d need to fake a girlfriend just to avoid complications. And if he tried dodging with vague answers? The rumors would spiral even further out of control.
No matter how he responded, it would inevitably lead to headaches. Instead, he sidestepped the issue entirely by implying that relationships weren’t worth dwelling on.
“Whether I do or don’t… you can guess.”
If pressed, he could always clarify later: I don’t have a girlfriend, but I do have a female “partner.”
What Lin Tian didn’t realize, however, was that letting teenage girls speculate about a handsome guy’s love life only made things more exaggerated.
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The girls who had gathered around stood frozen in confusion.
“No girlfriend? Doesn’t care?”
“Does that mean he’s dating someone but looks down on her?”
“Or maybe Senior Lin Tian is casually dating multiple girls but hasn’t committed to any of them…”
Their imaginations ran wild as they dissected his ambiguous response.
But the girl who had initially asked spoke up sharply, cutting through the chatter.
“Senior Lin Tian isn’t the type to toy with people’s feelings.”
“Didn’t you see the dismissive look on his face? I think what he meant was that his relationship transcends the concept of ‘girlfriend.’” She paused dramatically for effect. “It’s something purer—a true soulmate connection. Maybe because of her, we got that incredible performance last night.”
Her interpretation quickly gained traction among the others.
“That makes sense… There’s no way Senior Lin Tian doesn’t have someone special.”
“I was being shallow earlier. Someone as amazing as him must be different from ordinary people.”
“I really want to know—who is this girl who’s always by his side?”
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Lin Tian pushed open the door to his apartment and stepped inside. He tossed his keys onto the shoe cabinet as usual, slipped off his shoes, and padded into the living room. But something felt… off.
He glanced around, puzzled. For the first time since moving in three years ago, the place felt both strangely familiar and foreign.
Wait—why was everything so clean?
Realization dawned on him. His home looked like it had undergone a complete renovation. The floors gleamed spotlessly; tables, windows, and doors sparkled as if freshly polished. Even the hard-to-reach corners, which he never bothered cleaning, were immaculate.
What on earth…
Then, his eyes landed on a note left on the dining table. Picking it up, he read:
[Ding~ Lin Tian, here’s your new home! (ˊωˋ*)*]
Cute.
But this wasn’t Gan Yanyu’s usual style, was it?
Lin Tian immediately pieced it together. Last night, before leaving, Gan Yanyu must have cleaned the entire house.
She had taken all her belongings with her, fully prepared to leave forever—or so she thought. It wasn’t hard to imagine: the girl spending hours scrubbing every inch of the apartment, then standing triumphantly in the middle of the living room, hands on hips, basking in her accomplishment before penning that cheeky note.
Lin Tian chuckled bitterly.
He shuddered to think what his reaction would’ve been if Gan Yanyu hadn’t returned last night. Reading that note under those circumstances would’ve haunted him for days.
This idiot.
Did she not consider how much emotional turmoil it might cause? Even Kaori Miyazono in Your Lie in April approached Arima Kousei anonymously as “Friend A,” hoping he wouldn’t mourn her after she passed away. Meanwhile, Gan Yanyu went full throttle—declaring her feelings, going on nonstop romantic dates, dropping marriage proposals and baby plans like plot armor designed to torture poor Kousei emotionally.
At least Kaori Miyazono tried to spare him future pain. Gan Yanyu seemed determined to ensure maximum heartbreak.
Sinking onto the couch, Lin Tian opened the system interface. The notification about claiming rewards had appeared early that morning, but he’d put it off until now.
[Name: Gan Yanyu]
[Occupation: Cellist]
[Current Stress Resistance: C↑]
[SAN Value: 86↑]
[Health Status: Poor]
[All indices meet acceptable standards. Producer supplies are ready for collection.]
Lin Tian selected [Claim Supplies].
[Reward Acquired: Massage Skill (Master Level)]
[Passive Skill: Copyright Registration (All works created by the producer and partner will automatically be registered for copyright, including previously released pieces.)]
Massage skill? Seriously?
Was the system literally telling him to give foot massages?
Rubbing his chin, Lin Tian redirected his attention to Gan Yanyu’s status screen. Last night’s efforts had clearly paid off. Her SAN value was back to normal levels, and her stress resistance had improved significantly. However, her physical health remained concerning.
Mental health seemed stable, but her body still needed care. Standing at 166 cm tall and weighing barely over 40 kg, she was alarmingly thin. In sleeveless dresses, her collarbones and joints jutted out prominently. While many girls admired such delicate frames, Gan Yanyu deserved better than frailty. Healthier habits would suit her far better—and help sustain her dreams.
Tomorrow’s practice session would require careful planning for her rehabilitation.
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The next day, Saturday.
“Ding-dong.”
“Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong.”
Lin Tian groaned as the incessant doorbell dragged him out of bed. Rubbing his bleary eyes, he checked his phone: 7:34 AM. Who on earth woke up this early on a weekend?
Yawning, he shuffled toward the door. But the moment he opened it, all traces of sleep vanished.
There stood Gan Yanyu, radiant in an elegant green dress, her hair tied into a side ponytail, with her cello slung over her shoulder. She looked vibrant and full of energy.
“Lin Tian,” she greeted brightly, bowing slightly. “Please take good care of me during today’s practice!”
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