[{"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-5":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},2336059,4567,"Chapter 5","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>After quickly handling the accident, the middle-aged woman surnamed Shen, Master Xu from the music shop, and Qin Yun boarded Master Xu’s car with the damaged cello.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting in, Master Xu glanced at Qin Yun in the front passenger seat and said with deep implication: “Young man, cello repair is a craft—not as simple as gluing a chair leg back on. This Guarneri is made from century-old wood; one misstep and you ruin the tone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said this to Qin Yun, but also to Ms. Shen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled faintly and replied calmly: “Master Xu, rest assured—I wouldn’t have stepped forward if I weren’t confident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the back seat, Ms. Shen’s mind was a mess—guilt over breaking her daughter’s cello, and anxiety over whether it could be fixed. She clearly understood Master Xu’s meaning, but if they waited until half a month later, the opportunity would be long gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Qin Yun said he could fix it, she had no objection to letting him earn the 200,000 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up beside a music shop. The three got out, entered the shop, and Qin Yun and Ms. Shen were taken to the workshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Xu, what’s the situation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop manager stepped out of his office, greeted Ms. Shen, glanced at Qin Yun, then fixed his gaze on Master Xu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Xu whispered a few words to him, causing the manager to frown deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His previously calm gaze toward Qin Yun now carried a hint of displeasure. But he didn’t say anything harsh to his face; instead, he took a step aside to advise Ms. Shen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ms. Shen, you know the value of this instrument. Even in Italy, few luthiers could repair this level of damage within a day. This young man is so young—I’m not worried he can’t fix it, I’m worried he’ll break it further. Once broken, it won’t just be 200,000 yuan lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message was both advice and warning—clear as day. But after hearing it, Ms. Shen shook her head firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Manager Gu, it was my decision to have this young man repair the cello. Don’t worry—whether it’s fixed or not, it has nothing to do with your shop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, the manager nodded slightly and said no more. Since it was the owner’s decision, he couldn’t interfere. Besides, he knew a little about Ms. Shen’s family—200,000 yuan meant nothing to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the two returned, Qin Yun had already carefully inspected the cello’s damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surface cracks around the F-holes, a broken soundpost, a collapsed bridge, and a loose neck—four issues total. Under his master-level instrument repair skill, these were instantly apparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes: an expert’s first move reveals all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Qin Yun’s skilled motions, Master Xu’s expression shifted slightly. His initial amusement faded, replaced by intense curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a veteran luthier with decades of experience, he’d repaired countless instruments—but to fix this cello in a single day? He considered it impossible. His fastest guaranteed time was three days; anything less, he couldn’t promise. Even then, he’d have to resort to emergency repairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After confirming the issues, Qin Yun looked at the three and said: “Please don’t speak or disturb me during the repair—I might shake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stood before the workbench, put on gloves, removed the loose neck, and asked Master Xu to bring the several types of traditional fish-glue he’d mentioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t use the existing glue directly to bond the joints; instead, he mixed the different glues in varying proportions—not to increase adhesion, but to minimize secondary bonding side effects and slow the drying time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fish-glue used in instrument repair is typically fast-drying, fully curing within ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But fast-drying glue is only for ordinary instruments or emergency use. Qin Yun, aiming for the 200,000 yuan, wouldn’t use it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the performance were today, he might use fast-drying glue as a temporary fix and refine it later. But since Ms. Shen said the performance was in three days, he aimed for a perfect, one-time repair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour passed. With clamps securing the tenon, Qin Yun looked up at Master Xu: “I need a custom soundpost blank. Do you have any suitable ones?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Xu nodded: “Of course—but the price is steep. It’ll cost…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Shen quickly interjected: “I’ll pay for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Xu fell silent and went out to fetch the wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After retrieving the suitable wood, Qin Yun crafted the soundpost on the spot, his knife moving without hesitation. Then, using a soundpost gauge for precise positioning, he adjusted the verticality with astonishing tactile sensitivity—his speed left Master Xu stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait… you’re just…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, Qin Yun plucked a string, tuned the soundpost by resonance, and made rapid adjustments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soundpost is the soul of the cello—only 6mm in diameter. Breakage isn’t rare; their shop often customizes and calibrates soundposts for broken cellos—but none had ever matched Qin Yun’s speed and precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effortless, fluid motions left Master Xu dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laymen see spectacle; experts see technique. To Master Xu, Qin Yun was no longer a greedy, overconfident youth—he was a master luthier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He himself took at least thirty minutes to replace a soundpost, constantly adjusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After replacing the soundpost, Qin Yun stretched his stiff body, then turned to Ms. Shen, whose expression had visibly calmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ms. Shen, repairing the top plate cracks without traces requires at least 24 hours—polishing, repainting, and slow drying. Or you can choose emergency repair: visually flawless, no bumps to the touch, no impact on vibration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Xu nodded. Even if Qin Yun hadn’t said it, he’d have explained this to Ms. Shen. Now that Qin Yun had, he stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Shen thought for a moment and chose fine repair. The performance was in three days—her daughter could use another cello in the meantime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her decision, Qin Yun acted without hesitation. He took matching old maple wood powder, mixed it with the prepared traditional fish-glue, and filled the cracks, gently smoothing along the grain. Then he sanded layer by layer with 2000-grit ultra-fine sandpaper, finally applying instrument-specific lacquer oil. His movements were light yet precise—not a single speck of wood dust remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slipped by. Before they knew it, night had fallen outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once badly damaged cello now looked brand new—no trace of cracks remained. Qin Yun adjusted the bridge height, fine-tuned the string spacing, and re-tuned the pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He plucked a string. Rich, lingering tones flowed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though several areas used emergency repair, not a single mark of damage was visible. Master Xu leaned in, inspecting repeatedly, his fingers trembling: “Incredible—flawless repair, perfect tuning! The crack repair even matches the wood grain. The soundpost is positioned within 0.1mm of perfect alignment. Your skill—forget Beijing, even in Italy’s top workshops, this is master-level work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Ms. Shen covered her mouth, eyes red with emotion: “Mr. Qin, thank you so much—I’ll transfer the money right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled, didn’t refuse, pulled out his phone, opened his payment code, and handed it to her: “Ms. Shen, I told you which areas need fine repair later—you can return to the shop for them. But for now, the cello must stay here. Come back tomorrow at this time to pick it up and use it directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Shen nodded: “Yes, I understand. Don’t worry—I’ve got it all memorized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she immediately transferred 200,000 yuan to Qin Yun’s WeChat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun saw the number and quickly said: “Ms. Shen, this is too much. If everything were fine-repaired, I’d accept it. But several areas were emergency-repaired—ten thousand yuan is more than enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ms. Shen smiled: “It’s not too much, Mr. Qin. You’ve solved my daughter’s performance problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her firmness, Qin Yun didn’t refuse. He accepted the money without guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this 200,000 yuan, plus the company’s compensation in a few days, his balance jumped to 350,000 yuan—his car options widened dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t help but say: the system is amazing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Declining the shop’s offer of employment, Qin Yun exchanged contact details with Ms. Shen, then walked away with hands in his pockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, busy day with no meal, he was starving—but he’d just earned 200,000 yuan, equivalent to his annual salary. To him, this was just a small test—just with his mental instrument repair skill, he felt he could rebuild his life entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this was mainly because the cello was inherently valuable, and Ms. Shen was someone who didn’t care about money. For an ordinary instrument, even a master’s repair would cost only a few hundred or a thousand yuan—never such a high price.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excitement swirled in his chest. Looking at the city now, Qin Yun felt something entirely new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned to the hotel, it was already ten at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t remember how many times he’d woken up to check his balance. But when he finally fell asleep, he was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he slept soundly, Song Ya’s mood was terrible. She’d casually mentioned it to her best friend—and her mother found out. That noon, her mother came personally to scold her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even called her brainless: why agree to a divorce by agreement? Just sue. The family had connections to make sure Qin Yun got nothing. No matter how she insisted Qin Yun had chosen to leave with nothing, her mother refused to believe it—said it was just a trick, and to wait and see tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once did she offer comfort or suggest she not divorce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in the afternoon, calls came from her older sister and younger sister. She’d rather have no such concern—it made her feel ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night was long. She tossed and turned, sleepless. She didn’t understand why Qin Yun chose divorce—just because of the reasons he gave? She’d rather believe he had someone else than believe it was her fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, Song Ya—tall, beautiful, highly educated—she could easily find a quality man in Beijing after divorce. But Qin Yun? He had nothing. Where did he get the nerve to propose divorce first? Go back to his hometown and live as a bachelor?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t say divorce even when I felt humiliated at my parents’ home. But you? You can’t even bear a little hardship, yet you say you love me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuming, Song Ya grabbed her phone and screamed into the screen, sending a long voice message—sharp, furious, its core message just one sentence: Tomorrow at nine, I’ll be waiting for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Qin Yun woke up the next day, he saw the message. The send time was 3:30 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied: “Okay.” Then checked the time and went to wash up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing up, he ate breakfast at the hotel, took his ID and marriage certificate, and took a taxi to the Civil Affairs Bureau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the bureau, he saw Song Ya—dark circles under her eyes, her face swollen. From his knowledge of her, she hadn’t slept at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun had planned to greet her, but she ignored him completely and walked inside to get a number and queue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, he rubbed his nose and followed behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When their turn came, the staff tried to counsel them a few times. Seeing no room for reconciliation—and the woman clearly impatient—they stopped talking, told them to fill out the forms, and said to return after the cooling-off period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, they walked to the door. Song Ya looked at him and said: “I regret ever choosing you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she walked away without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun watched her back, a faint smile on his lips—his sense of release was beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>",1934,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d8643ff48e6d7a0493f84ce60107eb319aafb5a17ce9d639d7b4e90f6e6facd","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-6","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-4",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]