Friday.
"Whoosh—"
After drawing the curtains and pushing open the window, the wind that greeted him was stiflingly hot. After all, it was nearing the end of the semester, and the temperature kept climbing relentlessly. Ye Shuang stretched his stiff shoulders slightly before letting out a yawn.
Glancing at the time, he withdrew his gaze and got up to pick up Bai Yuyou from Class A.
Today was Friday, which meant the weekend—and the meeting with Aunt Xian—was approaching. Yesterday, he had sent Bai Yuyou’s hair to Chen’s Mother, but there were no results yet. Ye Shuang hadn’t called to ask, mainly because he wasn’t ready to hear the answer just yet.
Humans were always contradictory. He wanted Bai Yuyou to find her biological parents, yet he feared she might be hurt if she resisted the idea. The more time he spent with her, the less he wanted her to suffer any more pain.
"So… humans are always contradictory," Ye Shuang sighed inwardly. He reached into his pocket, deftly opened a small box, and took out a piece of candy—his movements as smooth as if he were pulling out a cigarette and lighter.
Just like with Chen Qin. Even though he knew she would likely be his future wife, the familiarity between them made the thought of undressing her someday feel strangely awkward and conflicting.
Ye Shuang neatly hung up his white coat, then glanced at the corner where An Shiyu lay asleep on a bed, clearly skipping work. He didn’t lock the door, merely closing it behind him and flipping the sign on the Third Infirmary to [Doctor Out].
Haizhu City, being a southern metropolis, often saw people wearing short sleeves even during Lunar New Year. As a result, cicadas made their appearance earlier than in other provinces. The moment Ye Shuang stepped out of the infirmary, their shrill cries filled the air—a relentless announcement of summer’s arrival.
His footsteps unhurried, he made his way toward Class A.
"Hey, let’s go check it out."
"Check what out?"
"The soccer team captain’s about to confess to some girl from Class 3A—Bai Yuyou, I think? She’s crazy pretty."
"Class A? Isn’t that the class with the tiny backpack girl?"
"Dunno, but let’s go see for ourselves."
A group of students chatted as they quickened their pace, their voices catching Ye Shuang’s attention. He glanced at them before following along.
By the time he reached Class A, a crowd had already gathered outside the door, murmuring excitedly as they watched the scene unfold.
A tall, handsome boy stood with a confident smile, facing Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke. Despite the audience, Bai Yuyou remained expressionless, while Tang Keke fidgeted nervously beside her.
It was worth noting that Yinshan Academy didn’t discourage romance. As the school board famously put it—[Young love is the most beautiful thing, second only to sports tights after a workout].
Though the statement carried a slightly pervy undertone, it was surprisingly popular among the students.
"Bai Yuyou, can I get your number?" the boy said with a charming grin. "I’ve liked you for a while now."
The moment he spoke, the crowd erupted into cheers.
"Get together!"
"Get together!"
"Get together!"
Ye Shuang lingered at the edge of the crowd, choosing to observe. People loved drama—they didn’t care whether the boy and Bai Yuyou even knew each other. They just wanted to see what they imagined, using their voices to pressure the situation.
What would Bai Yuyou do?
Learning to say no was part of growing up.
But…
What if she didn’t refuse?
Ye Shuang shook off the thought and stayed in the shadows, watching.
"We… don’t know each other," Bai Yuyou said softly, her cool demeanor sending hearts racing among the onlookers.
Damn, since when did Class A have such a pretty girl?
Unfazed, the boy flashed what he thought was a dazzling smile. "Yuyou, can you hold out your hand?"
Bai Yuyou hesitated but complied.
In a flash, the boy produced a rose like a magician. "Now, do we know each other?"
"Whoa!" The crowd gasped.
Bai Yuyou examined the rose for a few seconds, but her mind was elsewhere:
Would Ye Shuang… like flowers?
The boy smirked. This trick had worked on plenty of girls before. The aloof ones were always the easiest to crack.
"Now… you hold out your hand," Bai Yuyou suddenly said.
The boy’s eyes lit up. Was she about to place her hand in his?
One touch, and it’d be a done deal.
Heart pounding, he extended his palm. "Yeah, I’m ready."
Then, he felt paper instead of skin.
"Huh?"
Before he could react, Bai Yuyou had pressed a bill into his hand.
"Thank you… for the rose. But no… to the number."
With that, she walked past him, Tang Keke in tow, leaving the boy frozen in place.
"Uh…" He stared blankly at the money.
Just then, Bai Yuyou stopped and turned back, her expression brightening.
Was she playing hard to get?
The boy grinned and spread his arms wide.
But instead of embracing him, Bai Yuyou dashed into the crowd—straight into a man’s arms—and handed him the rose.
The crowd collectively short-circuited.
What just happened?
Ye Shuang instinctively wrapped an arm around Bai Yuyou’s waist. Meeting the stunned gazes around them, he smiled warmly.
"Show’s over. This is my girl."
Some recognized him as the parent who’d caused a scene before, while others remembered him from the Third Infirmary. Without another word, he led Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke away.
The boy, still standing with his arms outstretched like a tragic hero, caught the tail end of their conversation:
"Next time, don’t pay a hundred for a rose. Five bucks is enough."
"Oh…"
"Big Brother, what’s for dinner tonight?"
"Let me think…"
...
...

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?"

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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.”

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.