"Brother?!" A voice came from behind. Ye Shuang, who was eating rice at the time, paused and turned around—only to find Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou standing right behind him.
"Ye Shuang..."
Ye Shuang hadn’t expected such a coincidence. After all, Yinshan Academy had multiple cafeterias, each with two floors. Not to mention, this was his first time eating at the student cafeteria—yet he still ran into them.
"Come sit," Ye Shuang said.
Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke glanced over and noticed that the seats beside Ye Shuang were already taken. Sensing Tang Keke’s gaze, An Shiyu waved lazily, "Hey, busty girl."
"Y-you again!"
Bai Yuyou sat across from Ye Shuang. Though she would’ve preferred sitting beside him, the spot was already occupied.
"Ye Shuang… here?" Bai Yuyou seemed puzzled about why he was in the cafeteria.
The truth was, Ye Shuang had never told them he’d taken a job as the school doctor—precisely to avoid Bai Yuyou clinging to him in the infirmary all day.
When Bai Yuyou got injured last time, neither she nor Tang Keke realized Ye Shuang was the school doctor. They assumed he’d rushed over after receiving a notification.
He didn’t want Bai Yuyou spending all her free time with him. But now that they’d found out, he decided to come clean.
"Actually, I got hired as the school doctor here."
"Oh! So the super handsome, gentle school doctor everyone’s talking about is you?" Tang Keke immediately caught on.
Ye Shuang blinked. "There’s a rumor like that?"
"Yeah! You’re pretty famous in our grade."
Ye Shuang: "..."
No wonder there were so many "fever cases" every day.
Bai Yuyou’s eyes brightened. "At… school."
This meant she could see Ye Shuang even during school hours.
"Yuyou, you can’t come during breaks," Ye Shuang quickly saw through her thoughts and warned.
Unlike An Shiyu—who had special permission as part of his employment deal—he didn’t want Bai Yuyou becoming overly dependent on him. Otherwise, he would’ve told her sooner.
Bai Yuyou’s usual perky strand of hair drooped. She listlessly poked at the bean sprouts in her bowl, her entire being shrouded in gloom.
She’s more upset than I expected…
Feeling a pang of guilt, Ye Shuang sighed and relented. "Fine, I’ll spend lunch breaks with you."
Bai Yuyou immediately perked up. "Okay."
Like she’d been revived in an instant.
Watching from the side, Tang Keke couldn’t help but marvel at the power of love.
"But, Brother, why are you eating with An Shiyu?" Tang Keke asked. Bai Yuyou also tilted her head curiously.
"It’s a long story."
An Shiyu smirked and chimed in, "We’re butt-bonded comrades."
"What?"
Neither Tang Keke nor Bai Yuyou understood, but Ye Shuang’s eye twitched—he wanted to sew An Shiyu’s mouth shut.
The next second, An Shiyu lazily draped her leg over Ye Shuang’s thigh, leaning closer with a mischievous grin. "Care to explain, old man?"
Ye Shuang was about to retaliate but stopped when he noticed Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke watching.
"It means we bonded over drumming together," he said flatly.
"Drumming?" The two girls didn’t notice the movement under the table.
"Yeah." Ye Shuang had no choice but to play along.
An Shiyu propped her chin on her hand, grinning. "Mhm, exactly."
Her stocking-clad leg pressed down teasingly.
Ye Shuang wasn’t about to let her get away with this.
"Keke, which entrance did you come in from?"
Tang Keke turned and pointed behind her. "That one."
Bai Yuyou’s gaze followed.
Seizing the moment, Ye Shuang reached out—but An Shiyu was quicker. Slipping away like an eel, she stood up, tray in hand.
"Full. I’m out."
With that, she sauntered off.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Should’ve hit her harder last time. Should’ve treated her like an Ansai waist drum.
Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou didn’t find anything odd. Once An Shiyu left, they started asking about the infirmary.
"Brother, we can go to school together now!"
Ye Shuang refused immediately—he deliberately kept his commute time separate so they could socialize with peers.
Once they finished eating, Ye Shuang prepared to return to the infirmary. But as he left the cafeteria, he noticed Bai Yuyou following him.
"Why aren’t you going back to class with Keke?" he asked, turning around.
Bai Yuyou tugged at his white coat, her voice barely audible. "Lunch break… together."
Ye Shuang then realized he’d said "lunch break" earlier instead of "lunch." But the way she clung to his sleeve, as if she’d won the world, made him relent.
"Fine. Come with me."
"Okay."
Back in the infirmary, Ye Shuang sat at his desk while Bai Yuyou threw herself into his arms.
"People will misunderstand," he murmured, holding her soft form.
"Sleepy… in class," she mumbled against his shoulder.
Ye Shuang sighed and patted the back of her head, letting her stay.
After a while, Bai Yuyou reluctantly pulled away, still craving the warmth.
"One minute per lunch break. That’s the rule," Ye Shuang declared.
Bai Yuyou’s usually expressionless face showed rare conflict. She counted silently, then held up two fingers.
"Two minutes…"
"If you behave… maybe," Ye Shuang conceded, though it felt more like rewarding himself.
Bai Yuyou nodded eagerly. "I’ll behave…"
Only then did her attention shift to the infirmary. The sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air. Ye Shuang’s small work desk was tidy, with a few cozy trinkets.
"What’s wrong?"
"Ye Shuang… why… school doctor?" she asked curiously.
Ye Shuang smiled faintly.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
