[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-171":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336225,4567,"Chapter 171: Heading to Canada (Request Follows!)","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-171",171,"\u003Cp>Qin Yun hadn’t used his vehicle repair skills in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved the car to the workstation, powered it on, checked the dashboard, and realized it wasn’t new—it was a used car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An 80,000-kilometer used Ferrari, and it’s a 2005 360 Modena? The whole car’s worth maybe 600,000, and he dares to ask for a million in compensation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu spread his hands: “He showed me the invoice—it’s for 1.2 million. The court only recognizes invoices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was speechless. This was clearly a scam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without doubt, this man was a professional claimant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t even need to dismantle the car—he was certain it had serious problems, and they were hidden so well that Master Wang and Shen Hu hadn’t noticed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He got out of the car and began a careful inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After inspecting, he was even more speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen up. I’m telling you this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu quickly pulled out a notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Shen Hu was ready, Qin Yun pointed to the engine mount: “The car was previously in a collision. The engine mount is slightly deformed, and the cylinder block has fine cracks—barely visible to the naked eye. Use your instruments to check later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The engine block’s sealing is poor, and the camshaft timing actuator has a pressure leak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The transmission isn’t just stuck solenoid valves—it’s got severely worn clutch plates. The odometer was tampered with; it’s far more than 80,000 kilometers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And these aren’t recent damages—you can trace them back easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demand the third-party inspection report from when he bought the car…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu stared at the notes, feeling crushed, even questioning whether he was still fit to run this repair shop. Dammit, they’d missed all these issues, and Qin Yun hadn’t even opened anything thoroughly—he just tapped and patted around and listed every flaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t know Qin Yun’s character and ability, he’d think someone else was just making things up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect! Fuck this bastard—now I’ve got this, I’ll make him pay until he’s bankrupt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Wang, you handle collecting and securing the evidence from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu handed the notebook to Master Wang, then slung an arm around Qin Yun’s shoulders and led him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Zhang Chao, Jiang Bingbing, and Fan Chen arrived, it was already past six in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they showed up, they mobbed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You son of a bitch, I knew something was off—turns out you actually pulled it off, you animal,” Jiang Bingbing declared with mock outrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our great class president, how could you be so weak?” Zhang Chao wiped fake tears, looking heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use some force, did you not eat?” Fan Chen felt like he was gripping an iron bar instead of Qin Yun’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun shook slightly, effortlessly dislodging all three, then smirked: “This is what they call mutual affection finally bearing fruit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, you succeed in your career and your love life too—how the hell are we supposed to live?” Jiang Bingbing sat down, lifted his bottle, and guzzled it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the laughter, Zhang Chao apologized to Qin Yun first—for the last time he’d slipped up and gotten Qin Yun targeted by Song Ya and Zhu Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine,” Qin Yun raised his glass. “The past is past. Song Ya’s behind me. I don’t blame her—we just weren’t right for each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four exchanged glances and raised their glasses together: “To Class President Su, cheers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To Class President Su, cheers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathering lasted until ten-thirty at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Guo Yao and he were driven by a special car from Douyin to Beijing Capital International Airport. Standing in the terminal, he took a photo and posted it on Weibo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Heading to Canada for a ten-day training camp with the production team】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he posted, comments flooded in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Ye rested for four or five days—feels like he’s been gone forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The thought of Qin Ye going off-air for so long makes me sad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Ye represents China—crush those foreign devils.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Show the world our strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Survival is Qin Ye’s specialty—he’ll breeze through to the final.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does anyone know how long this survival show lasts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Above, it depends on who lasts longest—if two people hold out, it goes on forever—there must be one final survivor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, Qin Ye won’t be back streaming for ages then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not worth it, not worth it—Qin Ye, don’t you feel cheated?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With time to spare, Qin Yun occasionally replied to comments, making the thread even livelier—everyone wanted him to notice them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, as the boarding announcement sounded, he closed Weibo and sent a WeChat message to Su Huan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m about to board. Are you awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan replied instantly: “…………”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Am I a pig? It’s already ten and you’re still asleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who knows? I heard online that women in love stay up late, overthink, and can’t wake up in the morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan blushed, feigning calm: “Who’s thinking of you? Shameless—I’m working, do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t say you were thinking of me—I just said you overthink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun loved teasing Su Huan—it always made her happy, and she couldn’t get enough of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan sent him a knife emoji.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful. Don’t get hurt, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, don’t worry. Someone might get hurt—but not me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dawdled until a flight attendant reminded him—he ended the chat and powered off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Guo Yao felt envious of Su Huan. A boyfriend who’s strong, affectionate, successful, and still gives love—where do you find that? I want one too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the plane began taxiing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After takeoff, as it entered the stratosphere, Guo Yao asked softly: “Qin Ye, do you think you can win the championship?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled: “Survival’s unpredictable. Bad luck could get me eliminated first. As for the championship—I think everyone’s aiming for it. Two million U.S. dollars isn’t small change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Yao nodded. Though Qin Yun didn’t say it outright, she could tell he was completely relaxed—as if he weren’t going to compete, but to collect money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t thought about the prize money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her goal was simple: last as long as possible. Her initial target was fourteen days—enough for two episodes, so she wouldn’t have wasted the trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she got eliminated on day one, she’d lose face entirely—her Douyin followers would unfollow her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So her pressure was high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Qin Yun said, luck was a huge factor in survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun glanced at her and encouraged: “Don’t worry too much. I’ve watched your livestreams—you’ve got the skills. Unless it’s extreme, you’ll handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Qin Ye,” Guo Yao nodded, cheered. “I thought so myself, but your approval gives me more confidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no direct flights from Beijing to the destination—they had to be transported by the production team’s vehicle, which had already been officially arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So over ten hours later, after landing at Vancouver Airport, the two were driven straight to the training camp—over two hundred kilometers, nearly three hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived, it was 11 a.m. local time—11 p.m. Beijing time—a twelve-hour time difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From noon in Beijing to noon in Canada—it felt like life had stretched out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exact location of the camp was unknown, but entering felt like arriving at a manor. It covered a vast area—according to the receptionist, it was two thousand hectares, over a hundred square kilometers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After checking in, he quickly saw people of all skin tones and production crew members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Qin, long time no see. Your last livestream was incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George Bryant spotted Qin Yun and Guo Yao and walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hugged, exchanged greetings, and he introduced them to some production staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the introductions, George said: “Honestly, this training means little for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun quickly demurred: “George, you flatter me—I’ve just got a bit of experience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, some contestants gathered in small groups, chatting amiably, showing no signs of rivalry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They noticed the two new Asians, glancing curiously—mostly at Guo Yao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, she was a woman, and a beautiful Asian one at that—some men immediately entertained thoughts of a brief foreign romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun observed: most participants had arrived. Of the fifty, women were rare—only eight total: five Black, two White, one East Asian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of the forty men, each had their own distinct look, but East Asians were still the smallest group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun saw only five or six—including himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“George, isn’t the U.S. always the largest group in these survival shows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George nodded: “Yes, it’s a Discovery Channel production—locals dominate. This time, sixty percent—thirty Americans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting a while, George went off to work—the show was about to start, and their tasks were endless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chinese?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Qin Yun and Guo Yao turned to see three East Asian men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One looked Southeast Asian; the other two, Qin Yun guessed, were either Korean or Japanese.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their national traits were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speaker was the Southeast Asian—he was short, dark-skinned, but energetic, with messy hair, very typical of the region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Chinese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Qin Yun noticed the other two’s eyes flicker with hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, I’m Khunthai, Thai. This is Park Bu-seong, Korean. This is Yamamoto Kazusuke, Japanese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun and Guo Yao introduced themselves. After a brief exchange, they parted ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Qin, I feel like these Koreans and Japanese are a bit hostile toward us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, I felt it too. Don’t mind them. People from these two countries can never be trusted—just stay vigilant at all times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun wasn’t biased, nor was he a nationalist agitator; he simply felt nothing for people from these two countries, especially the Japanese.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nowadays, many young people, under the filter of various self-media, believe Japan is clean, polite, well-ordered, and has high average standards—and they deeply envy going there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in reality? Bullshit. It’s a country crushed under extreme repression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, Japan has much to learn from, but the things that domestic Japan-worshippers endlessly praise are nothing but filters—utterly unfounded upon scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At four p.m. that afternoon, as the trainers for this training session entered the camp, the facility was officially sealed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s belongings were locked up uniformly and would be unlocked again only on the final day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ten-day training schedule was officially and in detail distributed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1707,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","36ce9fb58143c11c7aa513cf628ffce92d788d4b9973f9b7c3c436905d9e0b84","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-172","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-170",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]