"The heart's blood supply is unstable, insufficient cerebral blood flow causing fainting... severe arrhythmia with even a risk of sudden death..." After dinner, Ye Shuang sat on the sofa, holding a tablet as he read up on related medical knowledge.
What had happened to An Shiyu that afternoon still left Ye Shuang feeling unsettled.
"Honestly, if even her grandfather couldn't do anything about it, what help could I possibly offer?" Ye Shuang rubbed his temples and eventually set the tablet aside.
Given the resources of An Shiyu's family, finding a top specialist wouldn’t be an issue. But if even the best experts were powerless, then Ye Shuang certainly had no role to play.
Sometimes, Ye Shuang fantasized about being a superhero, but reality constantly reminded him of its harshness.
Perhaps that girl had tried hard, had made attempts, but repeated disappointments had eventually extinguished the last flicker of hope in her heart.
Maybe having no expectations meant no disappointment.
So, An Shiyu had come to terms with it, while he, as an outsider, was the one whose emotions were affected.
"Hmm..." Collecting himself, Ye Shuang glanced toward the floor-to-ceiling window—where Bai Yuyou knelt on the soft carpet, cradling a guitar in her arms. Her slender fingers plucked the strings, while a long-haired orange cat lay curled up beside her.
Cats are highly sensitive to sound, yet Bai Yuyou's gentle strumming didn’t scare Yi Wan away. Instead, the cat purred contentedly.
Every time Ye Shuang saw that girl, his heart grew calmer, filled with tenderness.
He watched quietly until Bai Yuyou noticed his gaze and looked up.
"Ye Shuang..." she spoke.
"Yeah?"
"Want to hear Ye Shuang play an instrument," Bai Yuyou said.
Ye Shuang paused, then smiled. "Why suddenly say that? What’s the reason?"
"Reason..." Bai Yuyou thought for a moment before asking, "Is 'liking'... a reason?"
"Liking doesn’t need a reason." Ye Shuang stood up and sat beside her.
Taking the guitar from her, he tuned it slightly before playing Sunny Day.
"The little yellow flower of the story... has been drifting since the year I was born..."
Ye Shuang hummed softly while Bai Yuyou sat obediently beside him, soon lost in his singing.
When the song ended, Ye Shuang met her clear, bottomless eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle. "Forgot some of the lyrics... I used to be able to play this with my eyes closed. Guess I’m getting old."
"Old..."
"Yeah." Ye Shuang looked at Bai Yuyou beside him. "You’re in your third year now. In four more years, you’ll graduate from university. By then, I’ll be in my thirties—a proper middle-aged man."
What would his life look like in a few years? What would his relationship with this girl be?
Bai Yuyou shook her head. "Even if middle-aged... uncle... Ye Shuang is still Ye Shuang."
"Is that so?" Ye Shuang reached out and lightly pinched her cheek. "Thanks."
"Ye Shuang... likes pinching cheeks?" Bai Yuyou tilted her head cutely, her face still squished between his fingers.
"Because they’re soft."
"But here is also soft..." She pointed.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"That’s not allowed."
"Why?"
Thunk. The sound of a light knock on her head.
Ding— Just as Ye Shuang watched Bai Yuyou hold her head with an expressionless face, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw a message from Tang Keke.
Tang Keke: Good evening, Brother!
Tang Keke rarely messaged him, so Ye Shuang quickly replied.
Ye Shuang: Evening.
[Typing...]
Tang Keke: Brother, are you still angry?
Tang Keke: peeking.jpg
Angry?
Ye Shuang: Why do you ask?
Tang Keke: on all fours.jpg
Tang Keke: I’m sorry!
Ye Shuang didn’t quite understand at first, but after a moment, he realized she had misunderstood something. Seeing her flurry of messages, he smiled helplessly.
"Am I really that petty?"
Once Tang Keke learned it was just a misunderstanding, she perked up immediately.
Tang Keke: Brother, are you taking Yuyou to the amusement park tomorrow? You didn’t lose the tickets, right?
Ye Shuang: Yeah, still have them. Kept them safe.
Tang Keke: Good, good! Hehe, I’m off to shower.
With that, Tang Keke went silent. Ye Shuang set his phone down and noticed Bai Yuyou staring at him curiously.
"We’re going to the amusement park tomorrow."
"Amusement park."
"Right." Ye Shuang asked, "Do you want to go?"
Bai Yuyou didn’t have a clear concept of amusement parks but nodded anyway. "Where Ye Shuang goes, I go."
"You’ll probably like it." Ye Shuang smiled.
Girls her age usually couldn’t resist them.
...
The next morning, Ye Shuang woke up early.
After untangling himself from Bai Yuyou’s octopus-like grip, he freshened up and headed to the kitchen, tying on an apron.
While the girl was still asleep, he melted butter in a heated pan and placed slices of bread on it—he planned to make sandwiches for breakfast and pack the rest for the amusement park.
Sure, the park had restaurants, but their food was both overpriced and terrible, designed to gouge one-time visitors. Bringing his own was the better option.
He’d heard some internationally famous parks even searched bags at the entrance to prevent outside food, all to protect their in-park dining profits. Talk about treating customers like cattle.
And yet, those places were always packed. People really had a knack for adapting.
"Alright, that’s done. Now to fold the laundry."
Ye Shuang multitasked effortlessly, finishing the sandwiches before retrieving clothes from the dryer and folding them neatly.
"Meow!"
"Yi Wan, if you dare scratch these clothes, I’ll trim your whiskers." Ye Shuang warned as the cat eyed the laundry like a scratching post.
Yi Wan meowed once and obediently backed off.
"Huh?" Just then, Ye Shuang noticed Bai Yuyou’s school tie was ruined—the silk-like fabric frayed and crumpled beyond repair.
"Where can I buy a new one?" He considered fixing it, but it was clearly a lost cause.
Remembering the girl’s tattered undergarments from before (though Tang Keke had since taken her shopping), Ye Shuang wondered if he should take her out for more clothes.
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
