"Uncle."
"Hmm?"
"Do you have any medicated wine for bruises?" When An Shiyu asked this, Ye Shuang instinctively glanced at her legs. Perhaps because she was wearing stockings, it was hard to see clearly.
He asked, "Did you get it from jumping off the building this morning?"
"Meh." An Shiyu didn’t answer directly, instead giving a vague response.
"Even if you’re a ninja, you shouldn’t just jump off the second floor like that," Ye Shuang sighed. Her stunt earlier had scared him half to death, even making him forget for a moment that the infirmary was on the second floor.
But he didn’t press for details. If she didn’t want to explain, asking would just be pointless—especially with someone as willful as An Shiyu.
After a moment’s thought, Ye Shuang decided to check her condition using his system. If she had something like a hairline fracture, that would be trouble.
[Character: An Shiyu
Congenital heart disease patient. You might want to show her some extra care. Right now, her foot is slightly sprained.]
Huh?
Ye Shuang stared at the window in front of him, suddenly puzzled. Though the system’s displays varied, certain key details never disappeared.
An Shiyu, noticing his prolonged stare, narrowed her eyes. "Perverted uncle, your gaze is pretty rude right now."
"Sorry, I’ll get it for you." Suppressing his confusion, Ye Shuang stood up and retrieved the medicated wine from the cabinet.
"Want me to apply it for you?"
"Mm. I don’t like the smell on my hands." An Shiyu sat down on a nearby chair—medicated wine had a pretty strong odor, after all.
"How am I supposed to apply it if you’re wearing stockings?" Ye Shuang pointed at her outstretched leg. "Take them off."
"What a hassle." The girl gave him a deadpan look.
"I’m the one who should be complaining," Ye Shuang muttered. Was he supposed to peel them off for her?
With a rip, An Shiyu tore open the stocking around her ankle, revealing pale skin. Ye Shuang stared for a few seconds before sighing. "You really…"
"They’re cheap."
"Never mind." Ye Shuang decided not to dwell on it. He steadied her calf with one hand, but the smooth fabric made it hard to grip. Eventually, he had to hold it properly—
An Shiyu’s calf was slender, just the right size to fit in his palm. As he rubbed the medicated oil onto the slightly swollen area, he couldn’t help but lecture her. "Don’t do something so reckless next time. I know you’re physically strong, but that doesn’t mean you should take risks like that. If you’d landed headfirst, even a miracle wouldn’t save you."
"Physically strong?" An Shiyu watched Ye Shuang as he bent over to tend to her, her expression amused and slightly mocking.
Ye Shuang’s hand paused. Casually, he asked, "Aside from hyperthymesia, do you have any other conditions?"
"Do I?" An Shiyu’s expression stiffened slightly, and she even stopped chewing her gum. She shot back, "Uncle, why do you ask? Has your medical skill reached the point where you can diagnose by touching legs?"
"Just a random thought. Your grandfather has heart problems, and some cardiac conditions can be hereditary. If you have time, you should get checked at the hospital." Ye Shuang resumed his work, keeping his tone light.
"Oh."
"Listen to me on this." Seeing her indifferent attitude, Ye Shuang applied the oil with more force—enough to make most people yelp. But An Shiyu just smirked, as if the pain meant nothing to her.
Once finished, the girl pulled her leg back and limped over to flop onto the bed.
Ye Shuang checked the time and realized classes would end soon. A thought crossed his mind, and his gaze drifted back to her—
[Character: An Shiyu
Congenital heart disease patient. In this position, you could probably give her a smack on the butt.]
"Uncle, if you’re going to stare, do it openly. Sneaky peeping makes me uncomfortable." An Shiyu tugged at her skirt, shooting him a look as if he were some kind of discarded trash.
"I wasn’t looking at that."
"Tch. Your pervert level just upgraded."
"That’s not it at all!" Ye Shuang averted his eyes. "I’m heading out. Remember to lock the infirmary when you leave."
An Shiyu didn’t even turn around, lazily pulling out a handheld console. "Yeah, yeah."
Closing the door behind him, Ye Shuang lingered outside for a moment before finally walking away.
---
Arriving at Class A, Ye Shuang spotted Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke just as they stepped out. When their eyes met, the two girls hurried toward him, and he couldn’t help but smile.
"Brother."
"Ye Shuang..."
"Keke, you really won’t join us for dinner?" Ye Shuang steadied the girl who had practically thrown herself at him while glancing at the grinning Tang Keke.
"I don’t drink," Tang Keke said.
Ye Shuang looked down at Bai Yuyou, who was nuzzling into his chest, and suddenly understood. She must have misunderstood his intentions. "You girls don’t have to drink. It’s just a casual meal and chat."
But Tang Keke shook her head. "I don’t know any of your friends, brother. It’d be awkward."
"Alright, fair enough." Ye Shuang wouldn’t force her—he’d just asked out of courtesy.
Since there was still time before meeting Li Fugui and the others, Ye Shuang pinched Bai Yuyou’s cheek and suggested she spend more time with Tang Keke. "I’ll head home first. You two can walk back together?"
Girls often had their own after-school routines, and Yinshan Academy dismissed earlier than most schools. Ye Shuang didn’t want to intrude on Bai Yuyou’s social time.
But a flicker of conflict passed through Bai Yuyou’s eyes. Though she enjoyed Tang Keke’s company, after not seeing Ye Shuang all day, she wanted to stick close to him.
Noticing this, Tang Keke chuckled knowingly. "Brother, seems like Yuyou wants to go with you. I actually need to pick something up for my mom at the store, so you two go ahead."
"Sure, that works."
"Bye-bye."
As Tang Keke walked away, Ye Shuang watched her retreating figure, thinking what a good kid she was. His gaze lingered a little too long, though—soon, he felt a tug on his sleeve.
Bai Yuyou clung to his arm, her voice soft but insistent.
"Ye Shuang... don’t stare..."
"Hmm?"
"Staring... isn’t good..."
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
