[{"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-239":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},2336293,4567,"Chapter 239","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-239",239,"\u003Cp>“Dear, I think you should check this private message.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, Su Huan suddenly walked over with her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun took the phone in confusion, glanced at it, his expression subtly shifted as he read closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Qin Yun, hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Lan Duo, from Jiaping Village, Bayi Yao Township, Nandan County, Hechi, Guangxi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our village is hidden deep in the mountains, with treacherous paths, spotty signal, and almost no outsiders ever come in. We are a Baiku Yao village, generation after generation upholding the old customs and traditional crafts of the mountains.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few elders still remain in the village, dedicating their lives to the ancestral methods: the unique Baiku Yao dye paste, the ancestral bronze drums passed down through generations, and the hand-carved traditional spinning tops made by mountain craftsmen. These crafts are the culture etched into our bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Over the years, the village’s youth have gradually left the mountains to find work, and fewer and fewer are willing to stay and learn the crafts. The older generation grows older each year, with no one to take over—those ancient embroidery patterns, dye recipes, bronze drum rituals, and top-forging techniques are slowly fading away, unseen and forgotten.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have no scenic attractions, no commercial packaging—our only hope is that someone from outside might know that deep in the mountains, there are still people holding onto traditions on the verge of vanishing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought long and hard before gathering the courage to message you. I humbly beg, Brother Qin Yun—could you find time to visit Jiaping Village and help us promote the ancient Baiku Yao culture, so these nearly lost crafts might be seen by more people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you so much, Brother Qin Yun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind this message was a photo: a self-portrait taken on a hospital bed, the girl’s head shaved, a cute but emaciated child with no vitality whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blanket over her bore the words: “Hechi City People’s Hospital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun checked the message timestamp—it had been a month ago, when he and Su Huan were likely still in Zhoushan. He never checked private messages; there were too many to possibly read, so he left them to Su Huan to skim occasionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, a few useful messages would come in, and he’d have Su Huan reply for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan had originally planned to ignore it—first, because the authenticity was uncertain, and more importantly, if every single message required a response, Qin Yun would have no time for anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing the emaciated girl in the photo, her withered appearance, softened her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t we going to Guilin anyway? Let’s just stop by on the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t care much—he suspected this message was likely a mass send. No sane person would specifically invite just one person to promote their village. If he were in their place, he’d try inviting many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if there’s no fruit, swing the stick—maybe someone replies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll reply and contact her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, Mother Hu Fen returned with good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son, Xiao Huan, the Future Community house is almost fully installed—tomorrow, you two should go over and warm it up, spend the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun had no objection and nodded: “Alright, but Mom, you could just warm it up yourself—we don’t live there often.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who lets the elderly warm a house? It’s your generation’s job—you’ve got more yang energy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Fen gave him a reproachful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun was speechless—was there a ghost in the house that needed his yang energy to counterbalance it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he dared not say it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan laughed: “Mom, leave it to us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, Xiao Huan is the obedient one—you’re becoming harder and harder to manage.” Hu Fen glared at him, then turned and walked into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun pointed at himself, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did I say that made me hard to manage?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe.” Su Huan smiled, shaking his phone, “No reply yet from over there, but I’ll keep an eye on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, when do we go to Guilin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun thought for a moment: “Then June 10th.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next night, the two arrived at the Future Community. The house was beautifully decorated—a 150-square-meter home with one room demolished and merged into the living room, giving it a spacious, grand feel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s it look? Pretty good, right?” Su Huan smiled after touring it. “All the soft furnishings were chosen by me and Mom… Auntie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun burst out laughing: “Hahaha, someone’s eager to start calling Mom already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin Yun!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan blushed with indignation, stomped her foot, and lunged at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a bit of playfighting, they entered the master bedroom. The bedding and linens were all prepared by Hu Fen and Su Huan—subtle, clean, and comfortable to look at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darling, let’s rest.” Qin Yun looked at Su Huan with a mischievous, half-smiling expression that clearly hinted at ulterior motives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan shot him a reproachful glance, her cheeks flushed. No matter how familiar they were, she always felt shy and embarrassed before such moments—only after fully letting go could she truly release herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Qin Yun never failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the lamp, a beauty grows more radiant the longer you look. Right now, that was true—when desire rose and needed no suppression, Qin Yun’s gaze at Su Huan was unmasked, brimming with aggression, as if he meant to devour her whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t it… be a bit too much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Su Huan’s hesitation, Qin Yun could no longer hold back—he pounced, pulling her into his arms, making her go limp with warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, the new home was undeniably full of yang energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>June 10th, clear weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Guilin Liangjiang International Airport, Qin Yun and Su Huan stepped off the plane and immediately felt Guilin’s welcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rain alternated with sunshine—moments ago, bright sun; now, a sudden downpour cooled the summer heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still no reply from over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Huan shook her head: “No response at all. Don’t know why.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s enjoy a few days in Guilin before heading to the hospital. If we can’t find anything there either, we’ll drop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had planned three days of sightseeing in Guilin, then meeting their high school classmate Han Chong and discussing something with Guilin’s cultural tourism department—though there was little to discuss, Qin Yun would never agree to such commercial ventures. As he himself said, it was better to directly endorse Zhoushan’s tourism than this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as they checked into the hotel and put down their luggage, the system voice sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Task Posted: Please start from Yangdi Wharf, end at Xingping Wharf, activate six scenic spots, capture their images, and complete the check-in.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh! Seeing this system task, Qin Yun was overjoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system hadn’t issued such a relaxed, pleasant task in a long time—in fact, since activation, such tasks were few and far between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially recently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This task was essentially a free reward—how could Qin Yun not be delighted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below the system panel, the six scenic spots appeared one by one: Carp Hanging on the Cliff, Child Paying Homage to Guanyin, Langshi Fairyland, Eight Immortals Crossing the River, Nine Horses Painting Mountain, Huangbu Reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hechi City People’s Hospital, inpatient ward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurse Song Ying changed into her uniform, preparing for her shift—tonight was her night duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She patted her pocket, and with no immediate tasks, pulled out her phone to check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, Xiao Ying, how’s Lan Duo doing now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ying immediately pictured the frail figure and shook her head: “No idea. No signal over there—no one in the whole village even has a phone. But the head doctor said she has at most two months left. It’s already been over a month… sigh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The asking nurse shook her head, eyes filled with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Song Ying suddenly remembered something, opened TikTok, tapped into private messages—and her eyes lit up. The interface that had remained silent now showed a change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello Lan Duo, I’m Qin Yun. I’ve received your message. I’ll be coming over in a few days—if you see this, please reply as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ying exclaimed in delight: “Zhou Jie! Zhou Jie! There’s a reply! There’s a reply!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1369,"2026-06-20T21:37:30.093Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d1dc95e80aad4dbec5b30f69ee2ce87ef2261f108fcf5f5257505905445bd1b8","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-240","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-238",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]