Bai Yuyou stood in front of the school infirmary door, looking at the slightly ajar entrance before pushing it open with her hand—
What greeted her eyes were fluttering curtains and the tall figure of someone in a white coat standing by the windowsill. Nearby, a girl with shoulder-length hair was curled up, playing a handheld console while wearing stockings. On the laptop in front of her, zombies lunged forward with eerie, screeching sounds.
"Trying to ambush me right at the start? You really underestimate this grand disciple of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect," the girl muttered as she pressed buttons on her controller, launching rockets that blasted the zombies into dust.
"Pathetic. How could these things ever take over Raccoon City?"
"……"
An Shiyu glanced at the opened door but didn’t say much upon seeing Bai Yuyou, simply returning to her game.
At that moment, Ye Shuang turned around at the sound and smiled when he saw Bai Yuyou at the door. "You’re slower than I expected. Was the equipment room far?"
Bai Yuyou shook her head. "Not far…"
As the girl walked up to Ye Shuang, she noticed what he was doing—two white pigeons were perched on the windowsill!
"Coo coo." The pigeons tilted their heads, unafraid of Bai Yuyou, and let out soft coos.
Ye Shuang chuckled. "The school’s environment is great and spacious enough that quite a few animals live here. Cats and dogs practically hold seniority in this place."
Bai Yuyou stared at the head-tilting pigeons before asking after a few seconds,
"Chicken?"
"Coo?" The girl and one pigeon locked eyes in mutual confusion.
"Chickens wouldn’t show up here. These are pigeons," Ye Shuang explained, sprinkling a few corn kernels on the windowsill railing. The pigeons immediately pecked at them.
After feeding them, Ye Shuang shooed the pigeons away and dusted off his hands, catching a faint, pleasant fragrance. He looked at Bai Yuyou and smiled. "Why didn’t you dry your hair properly after showering?"
Her hair was still noticeably damp.
"Wanted to see Ye Shuang sooner…" she replied.
"Is that so?" Ye Shuang reached out and ruffled her hair affectionately before hanging his white coat on a nearby rack.
"Let’s go home. Where’s Keke?"
"Keke went to fix her uniform…"
"Fix her uniform?" Ye Shuang blinked, puzzled, but Bai Yuyou elaborated, "Keke bent over to pick something up…"
"Then when she stood up… a button flew off…"
Ye Shuang imagined the scene based on her description.
Ye Shuang: "……"
That’s… kind of impressive?
After packing up, they were ready to leave. Before going, Ye Shuang called out to An Shiyu, who was still gaming. "An Shiyu, we’re heading out."
"Mm~" she replied absently, fingers flying across the controller.
Ye Shuang closed the infirmary door behind them and walked side by side with Bai Yuyou.
Their footsteps faded, leaving only the zombie noises in the infirmary. An Shiyu played for a while longer before boredom set in. With a flick of her stocking-clad leg, she snapped the laptop shut.
"Hm."
"Time to find something else to do."
She stood up, stuffed her hands in her pockets, and sauntered out of the infirmary.
……
Ye Shuang led Bai Yuyou to the school’s underground parking garage. Once in the car, he drove the Toyota Supra out of the academy.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" he asked.
With the weather getting hotter, Ye Shuang considered making mung bean soup to help cool her down—it could even be packed in a thermos for school.
But Bai Yuyou seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at the road ahead, completely zoning out. Seeing this, Ye Shuang didn’t disturb her. He slowed the car and headed toward the market.
Even after parking, Bai Yuyou remained dazed until Ye Shuang pinched her cheek lightly. "We’re here."
Her eyes gradually focused. She glanced outside before turning to Ye Shuang. "Soup."
"That’s some serious lag. I asked you about dinner over ten minutes ago," Ye Shuang said, amused, but stepped out of the car first.
After locking the doors, he asked, "What had you so distracted? Did some boy confess to you?"
Bai Yuyou shook her head.
"Girl secrets, then?" Ye Shuang grinned. "I won’t pry."
"No…" she murmured softly before recounting her encounter with a member of the Light Music Club on her way to the infirmary. Though her explanation was vague, Ye Shuang quickly grasped the key points.
"Are you interested in the Light Music Club?" he asked.
"Not sure…" Bai Yuyou lowered her gaze, fiddling with the hem of Ye Shuang’s shirt—a gesture that looked rather endearing.
Ye Shuang couldn’t help but smile. "Since you don’t have a club yet, joining one could help you make more friends. Wouldn’t that be nice?"
While he believed friendship was about quality and connection rather than quantity, for someone like Bai Yuyou, meeting more people with different personalities could only be beneficial.
"Friends…"
"Yeah, friends. Wouldn’t it be great to have more close friends like Keke?" Ye Shuang’s voice was gentle. Since befriending Tang Keke, Bai Yuyou had grown noticeably brighter—something that warmed his heart.
(If only Tang Keke would teach fewer weird things, though.)
Ye Shuang recalled knocking a bump on Tang Keke’s head earlier. Maybe that’d keep her in line for a bit.
Bai Yuyou hesitated, her eyes conflicted. "Guitar… sounds bad."
Now Ye Shuang understood her worry. "Clubs are formed around shared interests, not skill levels. Even if you’re just starting with the guitar, I’m sure there are members willing to help."
Bai Yuyou recalled the petite girl who’d greeted her warmly and nodded slightly.
"Ask about it tomorrow after school. I’ve heard Yinshan Academy has several music clubs, and the Light Music Club is the smallest and least popular… They’d definitely welcome you."
"Okay…" In the end, Bai Yuyou agreed.
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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?"
