[{"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-90":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},2336144,4567,"Chapter 90: Preparations Before the Climb","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>The crowd dispersed, gathering the money from the basin into a bag; after a short rest, Qin Yun resumed his efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored the resentful glances from nearby fellow street performers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let the real beggar Daye  bear it—he’d already taken a thousand from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Qin Yun toiled away with his erhu on this side, Han Wei was nearly at Shuangliu Airport. Once the plane landed, she turned off flight mode, and her phone instantly flooded with messages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened WeChat first and immediately saw Qin Yun’s message: a location and a single line of text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’m here. If you arrive before four, take a taxi over.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei replied at once: “Master Qin, I’ve landed. I’m hailing a taxi now—wait for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her phone vibrated in his lap, but Qin Yun didn’t notice—he was lost in the music, fully displaying his master-level erhu skill, from “Su Wu Tending Sheep” to “Horse Race,” from “Birds Singing in an Empty Mountain” to “Listening to the Pines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A combination of a mournful piece followed by a joyful, bold melody filled his basin to overflowing; the surrounding performers stared, eyes burning with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, Old Liu’s gone mad—today’s takings will last him a month. Fuck, I’m jealous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old brother, play ‘Erquan Yingyue’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun glanced through his eyelashes at the man standing before him—he wore simple clothes but carried an elegant air, likely in his early fifties, yet his spirit remained sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded. His earnings had already surpassed nine thousand; the chance of completing today’s task looked very high. Indeed, the tourists here were generous—especially after someone stepped forward to tip, others followed suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, he’d been playing for nearly two hours, performing over twenty pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t played “Erquan Yingyue” yet—he planned to save it for before he left. The piece was too sorrowful; this was a scenic spot, and most visitors came to enjoy themselves—he didn’t want to drag them into deep grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he alternated between sad and joyful tunes. Under his master-level skill, emotional resonance was powerfully strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since someone had requested it, and he was close to ten thousand, perhaps someone would generously tip during “Erquan Yingyue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, he lowered his posture slightly, pressed the erhu tightly against his thigh, lightly pressed his fingertips to the strings, and slowly drew the bow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No intensity, no wailing—only a deep, bone-chilling sorrow seeped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changyao heard the first note from this beggar’s instrument and shuddered slightly, his focus instantly sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come to Sichuan Conservatory for exchange and gained much, but never expected that before leaving, a casual visit to the scenic spot would bring him a sound so moving he stood frozen for an hour and a half, utterly immersed in the musician’s ocean of melody, unwilling to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The erhu is an instrument that doesn’t demand high quality—a mediocre one yields mediocre results, while a good one shines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Abing’s rendition of “Erquan Yingyue”—his erhu wasn’t even a fine instrument, yet its breath-like tones flowed like clouds and water, perfectly conveying the agony of desperate struggle, helplessness, sorrowful confusion, utter despair, and the unbearable weight of life’s futility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the same applied: the beggar’s erhu was an ordinary silk-stringed instrument; aside from decent tuning, it paled in comparison to Zhu’s own collection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in this old man’s hands, it felt transcendent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changyao even thought the old man played better than he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun closed his eyes, fully immersed—the melody thin, soft, hoarse, yet resilient as unbreakable silk, winding round and round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The notes moved slowly, so slowly they made it hard to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tune was rough, as gritty as swallowing bitter water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun lacked Abing’s personal resonance, but he could imagine—imagining cold stares, poverty, endless life’s hardships, and boundless loneliness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He folded it all into the strings, note by note, slowly flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby beggars who’d also begun playing “Erquan Yingyue” simultaneously fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the autumn wind swept past, and everything grew still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t notice a tall figure silently appearing among the onlookers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei hadn’t found Qin Yun by the location, but the music drew her in irresistibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when she looked at the figure playing the erhu, she felt the ragged body beneath the clothes looked strangely familiar—but the mournful notes, one sadder than the next, stole her attention; she simply stood still, sinking into the chill and solitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changyao closed his eyes. The melody wasn’t loud, but it pierced his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like moonlight falling on a cold spring, or a man walking alone down an empty street—with no companion, no understanding, only his shadow following him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bow, one sigh. One string, one choked sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorrowful, yet without resentment. Painful, yet without outcry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd remained silent, each feeling something gently tugging at their chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the final note faded slowly, silence lingered for a long while before someone sighed softly, then one by one placed tips into Qin Yun’s basin and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the once-empty treasure basin was full again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a pale, delicate hand, painted with red nail polish, placed five red bills down; Qin Yun lifted his gaze slightly and blurted out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Han Wei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei froze mid-motion, eyes widening, a thousand wild horses galloping through her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did that voice sound so familiar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qin… Master Qin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Changyao was about to approach and speak, but hearing their exchange, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw the old man—moving with a speed unfitting his age—dump the money from the basin into a bag, set the erhu on the ground, and grab the girl’s hand, sprinting toward the alley behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to his senses, the street performer was gone—leaving him deeply disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—true masters hide among the common folk. How foolish of me to be so self-satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun pulled Han Wei through several alleys before finally stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped his hat brim back, revealing a clean face; Han Wei stared, utterly astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s really you, Master Qin—how are you begging?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun laughed heartily: “I’ve got nothing better to do. Was just bored waiting for you. You got here fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned Han Wei from head to toe—she was even more dazzling in person than in photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her features exquisite, radiating a commanding aura. Her crescent-shaped eyes, framed by slim glasses, a straight nose, and full lips—her face could bewitch the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wool coat, a black knit sweater, paired with sheer black stockings—every detail seemed to radiate sensuality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Su Huan’s delicate charm, Han Wei’s presence was more intimidating—perhaps because she was a company CEO.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei covered her mouth and laughed: “I wouldn’t have recognized you if you hadn’t spoken. I never knew you played the erhu—and so well! Amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even ordinary praise made Qin Yun grin ear to ear; how much more so when it came from such a beautiful woman? He laughed freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shed his ragged clothes, and the two headed out for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this was their first meeting, there was no awkwardness between them—as if they’d been close friends for years, speaking without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While waiting for their food, Qin Yun asked: “Are your gear preparations complete?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei nodded seriously: “Don’t worry, Master Qin. Everything’s ready—I sent it ahead to Siguniang Town.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. For you, the biggest challenge is altitude sickness. Once that’s handled, I can take you through the dangerous terrain. If your condition falters, we turn back immediately. Any issues?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this point, Qin Yun allowed no flexibility—he must be obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei solemnly replied: “I understand. Once we start climbing, I’ll follow your lead. I won’t be reckless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physically, Han Wei appeared tall, but her body certainly didn’t meet the standard of a true mountaineer—even with regular exercise. Qin Yun didn’t expect much from her, so his planning had to be meticulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d treat her as a liability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because after researching these past days, he himself had little confidence in summiting Yaomei Peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Officially rated five-star, Yaomei Peak is the most difficult of Siguniang’s four peaks and the only one without commercial climbing operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s one reason Han Wei couldn’t find a team willing to guide her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, did you confirm whether your sister climbed the south or north face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei said: “North face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The north face is more complex and harsher,” Qin Yun said. “Due to its orientation, it’s exposed to dry, frigid winds—snow is unstable and prone to avalanches. Even now, in autumn, conditions are relatively stable, but the viable climbing window remains extremely narrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sister disappeared around 5,400 meters between C1 and C2,” Han Wei said, lips tightening with resignation. “I probably won’t make it—but I want to try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun looked at her and gave a barely perceptible nod: “Just prepare mentally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared she’d stubbornly push beyond her limits. After all, he himself was still a novice, learning through practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the third stage mainly tests rock-climbing skill, though extreme weather adds difficulty. But he possessed a master-level Sherpa adaptation ability—his genes had changed, granting him vastly superior adaptation to high-altitude extremes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did your sister come to climb Yaomei Peak?” Qin Yun asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Han Wei shook her head: “I don’t fully understand many of her choices. I only know that after she became obsessed with climbing, she traveled the world. I don’t know how many peaks she’d summited, but her climbing friends said she was exceptionally skilled—and she attempted Yaomei Peak with solid capability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one of the world’s most technically demanding peaks, Yaomei’s overall requirements far exceed its altitude classification, and internationally it’s regarded as the highest difficulty level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While not entirely unclimbed, summits are exceedingly rare—second only to neighboring Gongga Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, Qin Yun drove Han Wei to Siguniang Town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked the weather forecast, consulted several climbing teams about recent conditions, then posted a livestream reservation on Douyin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【October 30, 9:00 AM: Amateur climber Qin Yun will attempt Yaomei Peak. Stay tuned.】\u003C\u002Fp>",1673,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","40afd7931ea50f6b863c816b0292705447b78ab982a75523b0d1be16a3f43291","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-91","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-89",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]