"Meh?"
"Are you free next Sunday?" Ye Shuang asked Chen Qin after the call connected.
"Of course!" Chen Qin's voice on the other end was cheerful.
Ye Shuang then recounted how Aunt Xian had called Bai Yuyou, especially sharing his own concerns. Upon hearing this, Chen Qin let out a drawn-out "Hmm."
Seated in her office, still busy with company matters, Chen Qin twirled a pen between her slender fingers. "Got it. You're worried Yuyou might get eaten up."
"Not exactly," Ye Shuang replied with a faint smile.
Going back was inevitable, but timing mattered. If the Zhou family tried to force Bai Yuyou to stay, it might only make the girl resistant, leading to an unpleasant situation for everyone.
"I think," Chen Qin said, "just politely decline Aunt Xian. You already said it's not the right time."
"How about we grab a meal together this weekend instead?"
"If you do decide to go, just let me know. I’ll come with you," Chen Qin added. "We can have some boat congee and iced milk tea first."
Ye Shuang smiled. "Alright."
After hanging up, the conversation with Chen Qin eased Ye Shuang's hesitation. If things would only get complicated, it was better to hold off for now.
"Hmm… I’ll just say I’m busy." Ye Shuang picked up Bai Yuyou’s phone and sent Aunt Xian a message, explaining that they had other plans for Sunday but would visit another time.
Soon, Aunt Xian replied with a sad-looking sticker but didn’t press further.
"Maybe I’m overthinking it?" Ye Shuang mused, staring at the sticker. In the end, he decided not to dwell on it.
"Let’s skip this week. It’s not the right time yet," he told Bai Yuyou.
The girl nodded obediently.
With that little episode behind them, the two resumed their activities. Ye Shuang watched some educational videos before switching to lighter content. Noticing the noise from his phone, he glanced up at Bai Yuyou.
The girl had returned to her earlier posture—leaning against the armrest of the sofa, practicing her guitar with her legs stretched out.
Sensing his gaze, she tilted her head slightly.
"Nothing, keep practicing," Ye Shuang said.
Bai Yuyou lowered her head and continued playing. Ye Shuang stopped watching videos and simply listened to the notes she strummed. Though not particularly melodious, the sound brought an unexpected sense of calm.
Night deepened.
"Time to brush your teeth," Ye Shuang said, checking the time.
"Ye Shuang…"
"Make a baby." The girl tugged at his sleeve.
Ye Shuang: "…"
"Not now. Go brush your teeth," he said flatly.
Bai Yuyou obediently closed her mouth and went to the bathroom. But when she returned, she slipped him a note—
【(´,,•ω•,,)♡ Ye Shuang, make a baby~】
Ye Shuang: "…"
"Are we really doing this?"
At that moment, he wanted to smack both this clueless girl’s bottom and Keke’s for putting such ideas in her head.
……
The night passed without further incident. The next morning, after updating his novel, Ye Shuang headed to the school clinic.
No sooner had he sat down than his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Teacher Bai, are you busy?" The caller was another faculty member. Ye Shuang found the voice unfamiliar. "Not really…"
"How did you get my number?"
"I asked in the group chat if any teachers were free for second period, and someone from HR sent me your contact," the voice explained. "Teacher Bai, could you cover a math class for Class A?"
HR?
Ye Shuang was baffled. He was just a school nurse—HR should know that. Why would they give out his number?
"Which HR person?" he asked.
"New hire, I think. Their nickname in the group is ‘Little Fish.’ Do you know them?"
Ye Shuang: "…"
"What’s their profile picture?"
"Let me check… A black-and-white ninja shuriken."
Ye Shuang fell silent again.
"Teacher Bai, do you have time?" the caller pressed. Ye Shuang had only spoken to this teacher a few times before, mostly to gather intel on Bai Yuyou’s school life.
Normally, class substitutions weren’t arranged so hastily—they required advance notice and approval. This had to be an emergency, like last time with Teacher Chen. He wondered if her fracture had healed.
"Class A—which grade?"
"Third year, of course. Teacher Bai, you’re such a joker."
So, Bai Yuyou’s class. Intrigued, Ye Shuang agreed. "Send me the lesson materials."
"Great! It’s just going over a test—nothing complicated."
"Fine."
After hanging up, Ye Shuang scrolled through his contacts until he found the ninja shuriken avatar—An Shiyu.
Of course it was her.
Now posing as HR? She really had too much free time.
Ye Shuang didn’t know where to begin with this troublemaker. An Shiyu was just here for the chaos.
"Could be interesting to see how they behave in class."
He didn’t mind. Soon, the other teacher delivered the test papers, complete with answer keys. Ye Shuang skimmed through the solutions, ensuring he could explain them smoothly.
"Almost time. Let’s go."
Checking the clock, he grabbed the materials and headed to Class A.
If the students asked, he’d just say he was a passing school nurse. And what’s so strange about a nurse substituting, anyway?
……
Class A.
"What? No luck?" During break, Tang Keke asked about last night’s events. When she learned Ye Shuang hadn’t budged, she looked utterly bewildered.
"This face!" She pointed at Bai Yuyou’s delicate features.
"This figure!" She gestured at the girl’s ample chest.
"Bro’s willpower is insane?!" Tang Keke didn’t get it, but she was impressed.
Finally, she reached a conclusion. "Yuyou, do you think Brother might be…"
She crooked her index finger suggestively.
Bai Yuyou, however, slowly looked up and murmured, "Ye Shuang…"
"Yeah, I’m talking about him," Tang Keke said, then noticed Bai Yuyou’s gaze was oddly fixed—on something behind her.
She turned around and froze.
Standing right there was Ye Shuang.
Tang Keke: OvO...

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.”

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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.”