"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..."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
