Even in summer, the breeze from the rooftop in the afternoon carried a slight chill.
Ye Shuang stood by the railing, his hands tucked into the pockets of his white coat as he gazed at the scenery of Yinshan Academy. He couldn’t help but murmur, "The weather’s nice today. I have to admit, this school’s view is really great… Not like when I was in school—my middle school was even next to the Guangfu Market entrance, and people called it Guangfu Middle School."
"I just wonder how Yuyou’s doing… if joining the club went smoothly." Ye Shuang muttered to himself.
It was such a simple thing, something with hardly any difficulty, yet he couldn’t help but worry. But he couldn’t show his concern in front of Bai Yuyou—when someone relies on you that much, your confidence becomes theirs.
And what Bai Yuyou lacked most was confidence.
But Ye Shuang also looked forward to the day the girl would shine brilliantly.
"If you’re worried, why not just go check on her?" A voice came from beside him. Ye Shuang turned and saw a short-haired girl leaning against the wall, her head tilted slightly as strands of her hair fluttered in the rooftop breeze.
"It’s not like it’s something shameful."
"Huh?" Ye Shuang blinked when he saw her. "Why’d you follow me here?"
An Shiyu gave him a deadpan look. "How rude. I was here first."
"You were still playing games when I left the infirmary, weren’t you?" Ye Shuang sighed.
"Are you underestimating a ninja’s speed?" An Shiyu tucked a loose strand behind her ear, her tone indifferent.
"Right, you don’t even blink jumping off the second floor." Ye Shuang conceded, though he had to admit she had a point. There was no harm in going to check now. Having made up his mind, he decided to head to the Light Music Club to see how things were going.
As they descended the stairs, Ye Shuang noticed the short-haired girl silently following him.
"Why are you following me?"
"Bored. Nothing better to do." An Shiyu swayed as she walked, her gait resembling that of a delinquent—not that Ye Shuang had ever seen her act properly more than a handful of times.
Ye Shuang said, "Why not just go back and play games?"
"Tch, old man, you’re kinda nosy."
"You’re the one following me. Can’t I say anything?"
"We just happen to be going the same way."
Walking side by side, they exchanged idle chatter until Ye Shuang suddenly paused mid-step. He turned to An Shiyu. "By the way… do you know where the Light Music Club is?"
An Shiyu’s gaze shifted, looking at him as if he were a single-celled organism.
"Occasionally, I realize your brain isn’t fully functional. How can you walk so fast without knowing where you’re going?"
Ye Shuang could only smile wryly. "I’ve never been there before, so of course I don’t know. So, where is it?"
An Shiyu tilted her chin up slightly. "You’re asking me? How would I know?"
Ye Shuang’s lips twitched. Apparently, even her eidetic memory wasn’t that useful. In the end, he asked a few passing students and managed to get directions to the club.
After navigating the corridors and reaching the club floor, the sound of a guitar drifted toward them.
This must be the place…
Ye Shuang and An Shiyu slowed their steps and approached the half-open classroom door.
Peering inside, they saw three girls standing by the window. In the middle was a delicate-looking girl with long hair, holding a guitar as another girl guided her fingers along the strings.
After a brief performance, the girl’s ahoge swayed gently in the breeze from the window. Though her expression remained blank, Ye Shuang could sense her happiness from afar. Seeing this, he murmured sincerely,
"Seems like everything’s going well."
"Old man, that tone of yours is kinda cringe."
"Why am I being lectured by you?" Ye Shuang lightly chopped An Shiyu’s head with his hand.
"Ow."
"Hit my head again, and I’ll flip you onto the ground," An Shiyu grumbled, rubbing her head.
Ye Shuang smirked. "How’re you gonna flip me?"
An Shiyu narrowed her eyes, then suddenly grinned mischievously.
The moment Ye Shuang turned back, his vision spun—before he knew it, he was slammed onto the floor with a loud thud!
"Huh?"
Staring at the ceiling, Ye Shuang lay there, dazed.
An Shiyu sat sideways on his stomach, propping her chin with one hand, her gaze teasing. "Like this."
"How… did you do that?"
"I’m a ninja. Knowing a little martial arts is normal, right?"
The commotion must have caught the attention of those inside the classroom, as Bai Yuyou, Zhixia, and Linlin stepped out, spotting Ye Shuang on the floor with An Shiyu.
An Shiyu stood up, brushing off her pleated skirt, while Bai Yuyou immediately crouched down to help Ye Shuang up when she recognized him. "Ye Shuang…"
"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Before he could finish, Bai Yuyou buried her face in his chest, clinging to him like a koala.
Zhixia and Linlin blinked in surprise.
What was their relationship?
A couple?
Didn’t seem like it.
"They’re father and daughter," An Shiyu chimed in.
Zhixia and Linlin froze. "Huh?"
That young?!
Ye Shuang quickly clarified that they weren’t father and daughter, then introduced himself properly. "I’m the school doctor from the third infirmary at this academy. My surname is Ye."
"Oh! I think I heard the third infirmary reopened recently," Zhixia said, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Teacher Ye, do you have a club under your name?"
"Teacher Ye?"
The title amused him. Smiling at the lively girl, he shook his head. "What do you mean by ‘a club under my name’?"
"Clubs usually have a supervising teacher."
"Oh?"
"The teacher originally in charge of the Light Music Club, Teacher Chen, broke his leg, so we need a new supervisor. I’m not sure if a school doctor counts, though," Zhixia explained.
"Yeah, otherwise the club might get disbanded," Linlin added.
"Teacher Chen?" Ye Shuang asked. "Wait, is he the homeroom teacher for Class 3B?"
"Yep, that’s him," Zhixia confirmed.
Ye Shuang wasn’t sure what a supervising teacher was supposed to do, and technically, he wasn’t even a teacher. He glanced at An Shiyu—as the granddaughter of a school board member, she’d know more about these things.
"Why’re you looking at me?" An Shiyu yawned.
"I’m afraid it’s not possible. I’m just a school doctor, not a teacher," Ye Shuang told Zhixia and Linlin.
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!"
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!
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.”
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!" "......"
