The club activity ended at 5:40 PM. After cleaning up the clubroom, it was almost time to leave.
"So happy," Tang Keke said, looking at the contact information of Zhi Xia and the others on her phone, delighted at making new friends.
Then she hugged Bai Yuyou's arm and said cheerfully, "Yuyou, I’ll come to the club to hang out with you every day from now on!"
"Mm, okay..." Bai Yuyou seemed happy hearing this, and the stray hair on her head even perked up a little.
At that moment, Ye Shuang patted his pockets as if realizing something.
"I left my room key in the infirmary. I’ll go back and get it," Ye Shuang said. Besides, he usually didn’t walk home with Yuyou and the others after school—he drove to buy groceries while the two girls walked back.
"Brother, I want to come over for dinner tonight," Keke said, no longer as shy as before now that they were closer.
"Sure."
After Ye Shuang left, Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou headed downstairs toward the school gate.
"Yuyou, isn’t our school’s anniversary coming up?" Keke said as they walked down the stairs.
"Mm."
"I heard from other students that on the last day of the anniversary every year, the success rate of confessing your feelings face-to-face is 100%!" Tang Keke began to flex her skills as a self-proclaimed "love strategist." "When the time comes, I’ll teach you what to do so you can win Brother over!"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head, seemingly confused. "After confessing... what can we do?"
"What can you do after confessing?" This question stumped Tang Keke. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "You can kiss and hug!"
Bai Yuyou thought for a bit, then said, "We’ve already kissed."
"Uh..." Tang Keke racked her brain, drawing from years of shoujo manga experience, and finally said, "You can sleep together!"
Bai Yuyou looked even more puzzled. "We already sleep together... every night."
"No!" Tang Keke waved her finger side to side. "This kind of sleeping is different—it’s the kind that can make babies!"
Bai Yuyou replied, "Ye Shuang doesn’t want to..."
"Exactly! That’s why after confessing successfully, you can do the baby-making kind of sleeping! Brother will agree then!" Tang Keke said excitedly, patting Bai Yuyou’s back with a look that said, "Finally, you get it."
Bai Yuyou seemed to half-understand but nodded anyway.
"Leave it to me! Our Plan B will definitely succeed!" Tang Keke brimmed with confidence. Beside her, Bai Yuyou clapped encouragingly, even though she didn’t fully grasp the situation.
Just as the two chatted and reached the school gate—
A middle-aged woman with a fierce expression suddenly rushed over and grabbed Bai Yuyou’s arm.
"Yes, it’s you! I finally caught you!"
"You’re the one who hit my son and called the police, aren’t you?!" the woman shouted angrily, tightening her grip. Next to her stood a girl who looked no older than twenty, also glaring furiously.
Bai Yuyou was momentarily confused—she didn’t recognize these two people. All she felt was the sharp pain where her arm was being grabbed. She tried to pull free, but the woman held on tightly.
"It’s all your fault! Now my son’s in jail, and our family’s only source of income is gone! You have to pay us back—compensate us for our losses!" the woman yelled.
Tang Keke moved to shield Bai Yuyou, but the woman glared at her so fiercely that Keke, who was naturally timid, felt her heart pounding.
Still, for her friend’s sake, she stammered, "Um, Auntie, maybe there’s some misunderstanding here?"
"None of your business!"
"B-but if you don’t explain, we won’t know how to fix things..."
"She threw something at my son and hurt him!" the woman snapped.
Tang Keke froze, then turned to Bai Yuyou. "Yuyou, did something like that really happen?"
Bai Yuyou thought for a moment and remembered the incident with Xu Huan.
"Auntie, your son tried to stab Ye Shuang... that’s why I hit him," Bai Yuyou explained. "Your son is a bad person... he should be in jail..."
At that moment, Tang Keke realized—this woman was the mother of that would-be murderer!
Seriously, how dare she come here demanding compensation?!
Keke cursed inwardly but suddenly recalled a news story: a thief broke into someone’s house, died under unclear circumstances, and the court still ordered the homeowner to compensate the thief’s family.
There was also another case where a stolen e-bike battery spontaneously combusted, killing the thief, and the original owner had to pay compensation.
Tang Keke suddenly felt the world was absurd. Were these two here with the same twisted logic?
"What did you just say?!" The woman flew into a rage upon hearing Bai Yuyou calmly call her son a bad person. "He was tricked by that slut!"
She raised her hand to slap Bai Yuyou.
Tang Keke reacted quickly and blocked it, but the slap landed hard on her arm, leaving a bright red mark.
"Ow!" Keke cried out in pain.
"Keke..." Seeing her friend’s pained expression, Bai Yuyou grew angry. "You... are bad people too."
The woman sneered. "Go ahead, hit me! I’ll drop to the ground the second you do!"
Slap!
Bai Yuyou slapped the woman across the face.
Ye Shuang had taught her—when dealing with bullies, sometimes action speaks louder than words.
She even reached for her pepper spray.
The woman froze, clutching her cheek, then immediately collapsed to the ground, wailing dramatically.
"Outrageous! She hit me! Someone call the police! This little witch ruined my son’s life and now she’s attacking me! I’m dying!"
As the woman made a scene, the girl with her pulled out her phone and started recording, narrating loudly:
"Everyone, look at this! This girl got my brother arrested and now she’s hitting my mom!"
"What’s wrong with the world? Where’s the justice?!"
The commotion drew a crowd of students at the school gate, eager to see what was happening.
No one knew the full story, but it seemed like the woman had been struck.
"What’s going on?"
"Dunno, looks like a student hit someone?"
"That woman seems like a troublemaker. I doubt it’s that simple."
"Who knows."
Meanwhile, Tang Keke sent a message to Ye Shuang.
Near the school gate, a white sports car pulled out from the parking lot.
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?"
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
