"She's sleeping so soundly—must have been exhausted." Seeing Chen Qin fast asleep on the bed, Ye Shuang pulled the blanket up a little higher for her. Just moments ago, she had been quite lively, but the second her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
Ye Shuang picked up Chen Qin’s phone, intending to set an alarm for her. After all, he had no idea if she had work arrangements in the afternoon. Oversleeping would be a disaster.
"Hmm… unlock password?" Ye Shuang hesitated for a moment, then, for some reason, instinctively entered his own birthday.
With a soft click, the phone unlocked straight to the home screen.
Ye Shuang stared silently at the wallpaper—a photo of the two of them together—before gripping the phone wordlessly for a long while.
"This girl…" he murmured under his breath, then set an alarm for 1 PM.
After finishing up, he also ordered McDonald’s for Chen Qin on a food delivery app so she wouldn’t wake up hungry. Only then did he put the phone down, gather his things, and head downstairs.
"Someone’s sleeping, so behave and don’t make a fuss, got it?" Ye Shuang instructed Yīwàn, who was sprawled lazily on the floor.
"Meow?"
After stepping outside, Ye Shuang was about to drive to the school when his phone suddenly rang—
"Hello?"
"Good morning, is this Mr. Ye Shuang?"
"Sorry, I don’t need loans." Just as Ye Shuang was about to hang up, the caller quickly added, "N-no, I’m a local news reporter! I wanted to interview you about the amusement park homicide case. Do you have time?"
"An interview…"
Ye Shuang wasn’t surprised. Given the scale of the incident, it was only natural reporters would come knocking.
"Sorry, I have work. Not really convenient." After hanging up, Ye Shuang suddenly thought of something and opened a short video app to search for related clips. To his surprise, the videos had already racked up tens of millions of views.
He had expected some level of attention, but not this much—especially since the most popular video had already surpassed 2 million likes.
"Homicide at Haizhu Amusement Park: One Dead, One Injured—Pikachu Hero Saves the Day!"
The video showed surveillance footage, with the two victims in a pool of blood heavily blurred. Xu Huan, after being subdued, had lunged at Ye Shuang with a knife—only for a yellow figure to suddenly leap into frame, flipping him over with a perfect judo throw!
And the moment Pikachu appeared, the video was set to the soundtrack of "The Wind Rises"—"I once lost myself in the vastness of the world, drowning in its dreams…".
Ye Shuang: "…"
Why did this feel so awkwardly epic?
He skimmed through the comments—
"Thank you, Agumon Hero."
"That’s Pikachu, you uncultured swine."
"Mom’s sacrifice = more bait for the trolls."
"Yep, that’s just how big our southern rats are. And they know jujitsu. Bow to Pikachu, peasants. (dog.jpg)"
"How the hell did those stubby legs move so fast? Bro left afterimages."
"The headpiece flew off—looked like a pretty girl underneath. Someone get me her number in 30 minutes."
"That guy shielding his girlfriend was kinda hot though. Respect."
"Pretty sure that’s his wife."
"Bullshit, I know him. The girl in his arms was his daughter."
"What, you never seen a Pikachu use a Seismic Toss before? (dog.jpg)"
"I was there. That throw was terrifying."
"Pokémon Co. better sponsor this legend ASAP."
Now Ye Shuang understood the insane virality—it was all because of An Shiyu’s stunt. A typical vigilante wouldn’t have blown up like this, but the fact that she was in a cute Pikachu costume created an absurd, meme-worthy contrast.
And the video’s popularity showed no signs of slowing down.
"Reporters are probably swarming An Shiyu right now. With how much she hates hassle, she’s definitely hiding," Ye Shuang mused. Then again, the reporters might not even find her—An Shiyu had been "undercover" as a part-time worker. Good luck tracking down which Pikachu performer it was.
Who would’ve guessed someone would bring their own costume to cosplay as staff?
Shaking his head, Ye Shuang pocketed his phone and drove to the academy.
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With Yinshan Academy’s 70th anniversary approaching, the campus was already bustling with preparations. The flower-lined pathways had been cleared, replaced by rows of food stalls and carts, transforming the area into a lively fairground. Vendors and senior students hurried about, setting up stages and decorations.
The anniversary week would draw massive crowds—not just from the student body, but also outsiders. Though brief, the event was a goldmine for vendors, as the academy charged minimal stall fees. Competition for spots was fierce, though students got priority. Given the school’s sprawling size, the festivities were always a spectacle.
"I wonder what theme Yu You’s class is going with," Ye Shuang thought. But considering the… unique personalities in her class, he’d rather she sat this one out.
Last year, Yu You had been roped into playing a haunted house monster, only to get beaten up while her classmates turned a blind eye. Ye Shuang had long abandoned the idea of forcing her to "fit in" with Class A. She had three more years after the upcoming specialization split—plenty of time for activities.
Arriving at the infirmary, Ye Shuang pushed the door open—
Click-clack-click-clack!
A girl with cat-ear headphones was glued to her screen, fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Early as always… treating this place like a cybercafé?" Ye Shuang set his things down and grabbed his white coat from the rack.
"Maybe." An Shiyu didn’t even glance up. "Hey, ‘net admin—get me some betel nuts."
"You’re really leaning into the bit." Ye Shuang deadpanned. "Also, betel nuts are way worse than cigarettes. Straight-up carcinogenic."
An Shiyu shot him a sidelong look, oozing disdain. "Joke, old man. You’re no fun."
Ye Shuang: "…"
"Keep it up and I’m cutting the power."
"Laptop. Battery. Try me."
Sitting down, Ye Shuang accepted the controller An Shiyu tossed his way.
"Slacking off at work isn’t great, you know."
"Then don’t." She kept her eyes on the screen.
"An Shiyu, you’re trending. You know that, right?"
"Saw it." Her fingers never stopped moving. "Oh, and Xu Huan’s parents are trying to sue us."
Ye Shuang blinked. "On what grounds?"
"Excessive self-defense." An Shiyu’s tone was flat. "Their argument? The knife never touched you, so stopping him ‘early’ doesn’t count."

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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?"

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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.”