After bringing Yu You back to the school clinic, Ye Shuang had her sit on a chair and then asked about Luo Che.
It seemed unlikely that someone would go out of their way to report him for no reason, and Ye Shuang couldn’t recall any past conflicts with Luo Che. Given that, it was probably Yu You who had some unresolved issue with him.
Upon hearing Luo Che’s name, Bai Yuyou tilted her head in thought, but she couldn’t even clearly remember what he looked like. In short, the person Ye Shuang mentioned was someone who left almost no impression on her.
The only thing she remembered was that he once claimed the cafeteria rice was brought from his own home.
At that thought, the girl fell into contemplation again—
Why would he bring rice from home when the cafeteria already has some?
Snapping out of her thoughts, Bai Yuyou said to Ye Shuang, "I… don’t really know him."
Ye Shuang rubbed his chin. "Then is he one of Wu Ya’s people?"
Still, such underhanded tactics were hardly worth acknowledging. Ye Shuang pulled up the screenshot Principal Huang had forwarded to him and showed it to Bai Yuyou.
"He reported us for having an improper relationship."
Bai Yuyou slowly processed the words, as if deep in thought, before asking, "What’s an improper relationship?"
"Anything that goes against morals or the law is called improper," Ye Shuang explained, though he could see Yu You still looked confused. After all, concepts like these were a bit difficult for her to grasp.
"Are we… improper?"
"No, we’re not." Ye Shuang pinched her soft cheek. "No matter what anyone says, don’t pay attention to them."
"Okay." Bai Yuyou nodded. "I’ll listen to Ye Shuang…"
"Good girl."
The last class of the afternoon was self-study. By the time Bai Yuyou returned to the classroom after showering, the lesson had already started. Tang Keke grinned as she watched the girl take her seat beside her and whispered,
"Did your brother do anything?"
"Do… what?"
"Like, post-exercise treatment or something." Tang Keke gestured vaguely, her smile widening.
Bai Yuyou didn’t quite understand, but she still said, "Report… Ye Shuang said someone reported us."
Tang Keke didn’t catch the meaning of "report," so she handed the girl a pen. "Here, write it down for me."
Bai Yuyou took the pen and began scribbling on the paper. When Tang Keke read the account of what had happened, her smile instantly vanished, and she discreetly glanced in a certain direction across the classroom.
Luo Che was chatting and laughing with his deskmate. He usually came across as cheerful in class—no one would’ve guessed he’d do something like this.
"Yu You, he’s trying to get your brother fired. He’s a bad person," Tang Keke whispered.
"Bad person."
"Yeah, we should stay away from people like him."
"Okay." The girl’s gaze shifted toward Luo Che, her usually calm eyes now icy and unapproachable.
At that moment, Luo Che seemed to notice Bai Yuyou looking his way. Remembering how she had also been watching him during P.E. class, his heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to keep chatting casually with his classmates. Unconsciously, his posture straightened a little.
Before long, school was over, and it was time to head to the light music club.
"Come on, Yu You! I learned You Are Too Beautiful on the ukulele last night—I’ll play it for you later," Tang Keke said cheerfully.
"Keke… duty."
"Duty?" Tang Keke blinked, then walked over to check the duty roster. "Oh, right, you’re on duty today. No worries, I’ll help you."
"Okay… I’ll help you next time."
"Hehe, deal."
There were only a few students on duty. Bai Yuyou stood on a chair, wiping the corridor windows with a cloth.
The girl was meticulous in her work. While most students half-heartedly rushed through their duties, Bai Yuyou carefully scrubbed away every speck of dust and stain in the corners.
Luo Che was cleaning another window—he was also on duty today.
But his attention wasn’t on his task. Instead, his eyes kept drifting toward Bai Yuyou’s waist-length hair swaying slightly as she worked, and her flawless profile.
Seeing her step down from the chair to rinse her cloth, Luo Che mustered his courage and smiled. "I’m going to wash mine too—want me to do yours?"
Bai Yuyou ignored him, walking straight past as if she hadn’t heard a word.
What’s going on? Luo Che froze. Does she hate me now? But then again, she had been looking at him during P.E. and self-study class.
…Is she shy?
A realization seemed to dawn on him.
Soon, Bai Yuyou returned. After finishing the windows, she moved on to the railings—she was familiar with these tasks. Back when she was bullied, she’d often ended up doing all the cleaning alone.
Luo Che seized the moment to approach again, his heart pounding. Just as he was about to speak, Tang Keke emerged from the classroom carrying a bucket.
"Yu You, I’m done mopping. Gonna dump this water."
"Okay."
Bai Yuyou continued wiping the railings quietly. Luo Che swallowed his words but still managed to say, "You need to put more strength into it. Want me to take over?"
"No need."
Her refusal was firm, her tone even colder than before.
"Alright… Hey, Bai Yuyou." Luo Che pressed on. "We’re moving up to fourth grade soon, and classes will be reshuffled. I was thinking of adding everyone to keep in touch—what’s your WeChat? Let’s connect."
Bai Yuyou glanced at him. "No."
"Uh…" Luo Che hadn’t expected her to be this shy. He forced a laugh. "Okay, maybe later."
"Not later either." Her words shut him down completely.
"Huh? Why?" Luo Che scratched his head. "Did I do something to upset you?"
"Yes. I dislike you." For once, Bai Yuyou didn’t stammer. Her tone was decisive, her eyes frosty—as if she’d become a different person. "Because I don’t like you."
Luo Che stiffened, blurting out, "Then why were you staring at me in class?"
Bai Yuyou replied flatly, "I was looking at Ye Shuang. You… overthought it."
Blood rushed to Luo Che’s head, his face burning red. Flustered, he snapped,
"Who do you think you are? I never said I liked you—I just wanted to add you!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
But Bai Yuyou remained expressionless. She gave him a brief, indifferent look before turning away.

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”