"Sign... sign..." Lin An'an's expression was utterly priceless at this moment. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and lost her composure, shouting, "Sign my ass!!!!!"
The female assistant: ?????
She was just as dumbfounded as Lin An'an!!!
Completely baffled by Lin An'an's explosive reaction.
What in the world just happened?
Why was she so deeply triggered?
The assistant couldn’t make sense of it.
Judging by Lin An'an’s tone,
it sounded as if that singer had dumped her!
But that was definitely not something to say out loud.
The assistant didn’t dare ask, didn’t dare speak, didn’t dare even look—
Well, not that she could see anything anyway.
All she could do was wait patiently for Lin An'an to say something.
After a long daze,
Lin An'an finally snapped out of it.
Clearing her throat, she said, "I know that singer. Don’t worry too much about this matter—I’ve got it under control."
"Got it," the assistant could only reply.
Once the boss had spoken,
there was nothing left for them to do.
After hanging up,
Lin An'an tossed her phone aside,
hugged a pillow, and let out a whimper.
"Wuwuwu... What do I do, what do I do, WHAT DO I DO?!!!!"
"I lost, I lost, I lost, I lost..."
She turned into a broken record,
repeating the words over and over,
her face flushing so red it looked like it might drip blood.
Originally, she just wanted to check the data before bed and sleep soundly.
Who knew?
The heavens had played the biggest joke on her,
leaving her wide awake all night!!!
As for the earlier bet—
Lin An'an, as one of the veteran divas with both talent and beauty,
had naturally recognized the brilliance of Xu Mo’s Love Story of Yangcheng.
But whether it would blow up?
That depended on foresight and luck.
Due to her privileged lifestyle,
Lin An'an hadn’t considered the emotional resonance it would have with the working class.
And she wasn’t alone—most established singers were the same.
Only after Love Story of Yangcheng blew up in another world did a flood of armchair critics come out with their "expert" opinions.
Before it happened,
no one could have predicted
just how explosively popular this song would become.
Talk about adding insult to injury... adding insult to injury!!!!
Meanwhile,
while some people couldn’t sleep,
others slept just fine.
Take Xu Mo, for example.
He was sleeping like a baby.
Love Story of Yangcheng had already been tested by the masses.
Its success was only a matter of time.
And now,
less than six or seven hours after its release,
it had already caught the attention of influencers.
"You’d be a fool not to chase easy money."
Especially the short-video creators—
they played a huge role in its virality.
All it took was a sentimental clip paired with the song as background music.
For example: A factory worker tightening screws suddenly gets slapped by his boss, who yells, "Xiao Wang, your screw-tightening performance has been terrible lately! You’re fired—get out!"
Xiao Wang: "Screw this factory!"
Then he grabs his bucket and bolts—well, more like trudges off.
As the BGM kicks in—
"I’ve wandered Yangcheng for ten long years..."
The video flashes a glimpse of someone else’s girlfriend.
Yep, definitely someone else’s.
Because Xiao Wang couldn’t afford a girl that pretty.
And a girl that pretty wouldn’t even glance at Xiao Wang.
These absurd, viral videos came one after another—
some hilarious, some straightforward,
some downright melodramatic.
But no matter the style,
they all brought insane traffic to the song.
By the next morning,
Love Story of Yangcheng had stormed into the top three on NetEase Cloud, KuMiao, and QQ Music.
Even A-list celebrities shared the song,
offering their "insights"—
which basically boiled down to: "It’s good."
Same idea, different wording.
Why not ride the wave?
No shame in that.
If you wanna act all high and mighty, fine.
But someone else will gladly take that spotlight.
After all, even a pig can fly if it catches the right wind.
The next morning,
poor Xu Mo was dragged out of bed to cook.
Ever since his culinary skills were accidentally exposed,
Su Ting and Xu Fuqiang
had straight-up fired their usual cook
and dumped the responsibility on Xu Mo.
Even Su Ting, who loved cooking, stopped entirely.
Twenty-plus years...
And their own son could cook like this?!
If they didn’t eat his food now, when would they ever get the chance again?
Thus,
Xu Mo became the family’s designated chef!!!!
Xu Fuqiang was all for it.
Not just that—
after tasting his cooking,
even Xu Shi couldn’t stay indifferent.
If she couldn’t have what she really wanted,
she could at least settle for the next best thing.
Something had to give.
After a long day of work,
Chef Xu picked up his phone from the table
and called his wife.
"Hey? Food’s ready. Get Mom, Dad, and Xiao Shi down here."
After hanging up,
it didn’t take long before shuffling noises came from upstairs.
Snap—just like that,
the whole family was seated.
Except for the "Dragon Queen," who hadn’t returned yet,
everyone was present.
Xu Mo’s breakfast spread was lavish,
and the family dug in happily.
Su Ting and Xu Fuqiang nearly got into a shouting match over a particularly exquisite dish.
Meanwhile, Xu Mo scrolled through his phone and suddenly chuckled.
Not because his song had blown up,
but because of the ridiculous comments underneath.
They were downright hilarious.
And then there was the mental image—
Lin An'an’s pouty, defeated face,
forced to mimic a kitten
and call him Daddy.
Just thinking about it was priceless.
"What’s so funny?" Zhou Qiaoqiao asked between bites of rice.
Xu Mo pointed at a comment, grinning. "This one’s gold—A fat woman fell into a sewage ditch and got stuck."
"How is a fat woman in a sewage ditch funny?" Zhou Qiaoqiao asked, though she laughed along anyway.
Xu Mo exaggerated his expression.
"A fat woman!! A sewage ditch!!!"
"...I still don’t get it, haha..."
"She got stuck! Hahaha—"
"You’re ridiculous, heh..."
Zhou Qiaoqiao wasn’t laughing because the joke was funny.
She was laughing at Xu Mo’s over-the-top delivery.
"Alright, alright, eat properly. You’re spilling rice."
The "female demon" grabbed a tissue
and wiped the grains from Xu Mo’s mouth.
Xu Mo looked at her. "I might not be back for lunch today."
Zhou Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up. "Really?"
Xu Mo’s lips twitched.
Why did it feel like she was more excited than him about him not coming home?
Was someone coming over to fix the sink????
Just kidding.
After two lifetimes of living together,
Xu Mo knew Zhou Qiaoqiao inside out.
In this world,
no one understood her better than he did.
Maybe not even she did.
The same went for the other female leads.
"Need allowance?"
"Uh, isn’t that a bit..."
"Will 10 million do?"
"That’s too much."
"5 million?"
"Still too much."
"3 million?"
"It's still too much."
"A million! That's the lowest I can go."
Cough cough "This isn't appropriate. When I go out, others always treat me to meals. I don’t spend recklessly."
"Good, that’s more like my ideal husband!"
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nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
