[{"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-8":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},2336062,4567,"Chapter 8: Climb the Great Wall","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>\"Hmph, if the procedures aren't finished, it's not late—who knows what tricks might come up in these thirty days?\" Song Mu snorted after hearing Song Ya's words. \"In a few days, I'll introduce someone to you. You might as well start getting to know them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mom,\" Song Ya complained, \"I just got divorced. How can I possibly be in the mood?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm not asking you to do anything drastic,\" Song Mu glared at her. \"Do you remember Zhang Tao? The son of Old Zhang from Hengyuan Tech. He just came back from abroad and has already started taking over the family business. Young and accomplished—he's incomparably better than that Qin Yun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhang Tao?\" Song Ya's mind conjured a childish face, and she frowned. \"Mom, I'm five years older than him. Isn't that inappropriate?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Inappropriate? What's inappropriate?\" Song Mu tapped her daughter's smooth forehead. \"You're wasting that beautiful face. A woman three years older brings gold bricks—your willingness doesn't guarantee his. Just get to know him first. After all, you're a second-time bride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the words \"second-time bride,\" Song Ya's lips twitched. She felt even more relieved to have ended her first marriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could already picture how pitiful Qin Yun would be after the divorce—without her, a divorced man nearing thirty. His life would surely be destitute and miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a shame to lose a wallet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you have any money?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Mu asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, over thirty thousand left.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I won't give you any,\" Song Mu said, surprised. \"Didn't expect you to be so frugal. I know my daughter's nature better than anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mom...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the seat number on her ticket, Qin Yun found a girl with her hand pressed to her forehead sitting in his seat—she looked exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun gently tapped the table. \"Miss, aren't you in the wrong seat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qingqing suffered from motion sickness. The long bus ride had made her nauseous. Only when she reached the high-speed rail station did she finally breathe easier. Just as she was about to rest, a bothersome voice came from beside her—how annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened her eyes, frowning, strands of hair clinging to her pale forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss, aren't you in the wrong seat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her open her eyes, Qin Yun asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qingqing glanced at her ticket and realized her seat wasn't by the window—it was by the aisle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave an apologetic look. \"Sorry, I'm feeling dizzy and just wanted to lean. Could we switch? My seat is right here.\" She patted the seat beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing she was clearly unwell, Qin Yun nodded and sat down immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, go ahead and sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qingqing nodded slightly in thanks, then closed her eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun's gaze swept over her face again, surprised—though she looked worn, she was extremely beautiful, her features flawless except for a tear mole beneath her left eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her exposed arms were very fair, with barely visible pores. She looked no older than twenty-three or twenty-four—possibly a college student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, schools were still on summer break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't stare too long; staring at a girl like that was plainly rude. With over ten minutes until departure, Qin Yun closed his eyes and rested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sat in quiet thought, a commotion suddenly came from across the aisle. Qin Yun opened his eyes and saw a young couple, both looking like students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was excited: \"If we come to Beijing, we absolutely have to climb the Badaling Great Wall and the Hero's Slope. Otherwise, how can you say you've even seen the Great Wall? That's so uncool.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl beside him looked tired. \"So not having climbed the Great Wall means you haven't been to Beijing? It's just one attraction—not that impressive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy immediately retorted: \"You don't understand. You'll get it once you go. He who hasn't climbed the Great Wall isn't a true man.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun found it amusing. To judge someone's sophistication by whether they've visited a place already strayed from the point. He never believed visiting a place could make someone refined—especially those online who claimed a trip to Tibet purified their soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd once seen a comment online: That feeling comes from high altitude and oxygen deprivation—your brain short-circuits, you forget things, and suddenly everything feels blissful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he read that comment, he nearly laughed out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the train started. The girl beside him still rested with her eyes closed. Qin Yun noticed the boy across the aisle staring at him with an envious look—he didn't understand why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the train arrived and the boy stood up, passing by Qin Yun, did he lean down and say: \"Bro, your girlfriend is really beautiful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Qin Yun realize—the boy had mistaken the girl for his girlfriend. He couldn't help but laugh and sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head, he stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and joined the crowd to leave. But he noticed the girl beside him still leaned against the window, not moving at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking for a moment, he tapped the table again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss, miss, we've arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qingqing was fast asleep when another annoying voice jolted her awake. She was furious. I finally fell asleep—why wake me? Don't you know that's rude?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly opened her eyes and saw the entire carriage was empty—only a man stood before her. An attractive man, calling to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss, we've arrived,\" Qin Yun reminded her again, then turned and stepped off the train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qingqing was still dazed. It took her a while to remember why she was here, then she hurriedly got off the train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking about five minutes, she reached an ancient-style pedestrian street lined with bas-reliefs, wall carvings, and every kind of shop imaginable. Beyond the street, she quickly spotted the gate to the Great Wall's ascent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds were thick, many foreigners among them, carrying heavy bags without complaint—mostly families on group outings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You have entered a check-in location. Proceed from the ascent gate to North Tower 12 to complete the check-in task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun looked at the system prompt without surprise. He'd been to the Great Wall before—more than once. He'd climbed both southern and northern sections, but never gone this far. Usually, he stopped at North Tower 8, reached the Hero's Slope, and turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, because of the check-in task, he could finally make it this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the crowd, Qin Yun climbed the stone steps from the ascent gate toward North Tower 1. From the gate to North Tower 4, the path was easy—suitable for elders and children. The distant rolling mountains were clearly visible; the Great Wall coiled like a dragon along the ridgeline, magnificent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked on the grayish stone, Qin Yun's mood felt subtly different this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After marriage, his pressure had been immense. Even when he went out with Song Ya, complaints always drowned out the joy—soon, the fun vanished. Now, alone, with no noise beside him and no work stress, he truly appreciated how breathtaking this view was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he reached North Tower 4. The slope suddenly steepened—the stone steps changed from flat to steep, their height increased, requiring real effort to climb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many elderly visitors had stopped here, choosing not to push further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At North Tower 5, Qin Yun leaned on the wall and looked out. Outside was a sheer valley, offering an expansive view—but he was already breathing heavily. Glancing up at North Tower 6, he saw a sea of heads. He sat down against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was busy with work daily, had no time to exercise, and was lazy to begin with. Though not frail, years of neglect had weakened him—far from his college days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In college, he could climb straight to North Tower 8 without trouble. Now, halfway up, he was gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eating his bread, he noticed a pair of legs, pale and slender like lotus roots, walking past. He couldn't help but look up—and froze. It was the girl from the train, sitting beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl wore a backpack, sweat glistening on her forehead, her back soaked through. Each step was laborious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Qin Yun turned his gaze, Xia Qingqing looked back—she'd spotted him below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xia Qingqing smiled at him, then kept climbing. She planned to reach North Tower 7 before resting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun gave a slight smile, watched her pass him, then looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After resting for about five minutes, Qin Yun repacked his food and continued the check-in task, but he hadn't taken two steps when a voice came from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, could you please take a photo for us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun turned. Several foreigners—speaking was the man, holding a camera. A family of four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded. \"Sure!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the camera, waited for them to pose, checked the frame, then pressed the shutter. To help them choose, he took a few extra shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, he returned the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man thanked him, then looked at the photos. His expression stiffened. He exchanged a knowing glance with his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as they were about to leave, their daughter leaned over and pouted: \"This uncle took a really ugly picture of me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man quickly patted her head and said to Qin Yun: \"Good, very good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun's smile stiffened. \"I'm fine, thank you, and you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a self-deprecating joke, then turned away quietly, sighing. He hadn't walked two steps when he heard the man call again: \"Hello, could you please take a photo for us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"………………\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickened his pace. The brief incident faded from his mind—his calves ached so badly he could barely lift them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at tourists posing before the Hero's Monument, Qin Yun turned his gaze toward North Tower 9 to North Tower 12.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this point, the entire panorama of Badaling Great Wall stretched before him—this was one reason many turned back here. From here on, Qin Yun noticed a sharp drop in foot traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Descending North Tower 8 involved a steep drop, then came North Tower 9. This section clung to a cliff edge, with no guardrails—beneath lay a hundred-meter-deep valley. The wall stones, eroded by years of wind, were loose in places. The path shifted from flat slabs to irregular rubble—constant attention to footing was required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At North Tower 10, the slope eased slightly, and fewer people remained. Passing through the tower, the weathered bricks and the wind whistling through the watchholes were clearly audible. Birdcalls from the valley echoed occasionally. The scenery was pure, untouched Great Wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, North Tower 11 narrowed drastically—some sections allowed only one person to pass. The battlements along the outer wall were damaged, and bullet marks dotted the path—thick with historical wear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another hundred meters ahead, the outline of North Tower 12 appeared—the end of the northern section. Qin Yun was exhausted. His legs felt alien, moving only by sheer willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed the sign reading 【North Tower 12, End of Northern Section of the Great Wall】, the system prompt came softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Check-in task completed. Random reward granted: Photography Skill +1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Photography Skill LV1: Light and shadow in hand, beauty never missed. Eyes hold measure, heart holds light】\u003C\u002Fp>",1860,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fe3d73242661c7efe26e94901e50b82ee6180ddd30af76bebb47f4125c3919fe","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-9","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-7",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]