"Wow, it's really crowded."
Ye Shuang couldn't help but remark as he looked at the stream of people filling the hallway. Just then, he felt a tug on his clothes and turned to find An Shiyu standing there.
The two had just walked out of the parking lot together.
"What's up?"
"Treat me to this." An Shiyu pointed at a shooting game nearby—the classic toy gun balloon pop, where the number of balloons hit determined the prize.
At least this was better than ring toss. Those rings were usually weighted unevenly, making it nearly impossible to land one on a prize.
Ye Shuang chuckled at her request. "Why should I treat you?"
"I saw you agree immediately when Bai Yuyou tugged your sleeve," An Shiyu said lazily.
Ye Shuang's lips twitched. "Yuyou is different."
"Oh." An Shiyu thought for a moment, then suddenly switched her tone, pulling at his sleeve again in a soft voice, "Ye Shuang... play... this..."
Ye Shuang stared at her in disbelief. "Why are you copying Yuyou's way of talking?!"
"Don’t you like this kind of thing?" An Shiyu reverted to her usual tone, even adding a hint of disdain. "Luring young girls into roleplay—what a perverted old man you are."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Who asked you to roleplay?!
Still, he walked over to the shooting stall and asked the student running it, "How much per round?"
"Five yuan for ten shots," the student holding the toy gun replied cheerfully.
"Alright, give me twenty shots." After scanning the QR code to pay ten yuan, Ye Shuang took the toy gun from the student and handed it to An Shiyu. "Here."
An Shiyu glanced at the toy gun in his hand, then averted her gaze. "Actually, I don’t feel like playing anymore."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Just kidding, old man. Violence against a cute girl like me is a crime, you know?" An Shiyu gave him a pointed look when she saw his expression, as if he wanted to flip her over his knee and spank her. "I’m adorable—how could you bear to hit me?"
"Very easily."
"Tch."
An Shiyu took the toy gun and began aiming at the balloons. Her posture was oddly precise, giving Ye Shuang a strange sense of dissonance—it looked correct, but something about it felt off.
Pop!
The crisp sound of a balloon bursting rang out.
Then another, and another…
An Shiyu seemed to be a natural at this. Twenty shots later, she hadn’t missed a single one, leaving Ye Shuang mildly impressed.
"Congratulations! Twenty hits in a row!" The student running the stall immediately pulled out a few prizes. "Here’s your reward."
A small, plush Doraemon keychain, no bigger than the palm of a hand.
"Twenty shots for this? You’re seriously stingy. Shouldn’t I get, like, ten or eight of these—" An Shiyu’s deadpan complaint was cut short when Ye Shuang clapped a hand over her mouth. He gave the stall owner an awkward smile before dragging her away with the prize.
"Ten yuan and you’re trying to rob them?"
Once they were a distance away, Ye Shuang shot her an exasperated look. This girl was practically a bandit.
"I’m the customer. Why should I care about their business expenses?" An Shiyu retorted, but her gaze soon drifted to an ice cream stand nearby. "Old man, treat me to this."
"No."
"Ye Shuang... want... this..." She tugged at his sleeve again, mimicking Bai Yuyou’s tone.
"Stop copying Yuyou." Ye Shuang rubbed his temples, already regretting leaving the parking lot with this troublemaker.
The ice cream stand sold classic soft-serve cones. The student running it brightened when he saw Ye Shuang and An Shiyu.
"Hello! What flavor would you like?"
An Shiyu stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Give me one I’ve never tried before."
"Uh…"
"One strawberry, one chocolate." Ye Shuang chopped An Shiyu lightly on the head before smiling at the vendor.
"Got it!"
Once he had the ice creams, Ye Shuang held them out to An Shiyu. "Alright, pick one."
"I want both."
"No. Choose one."
An Shiyu took the strawberry cone but quickly stood on her tiptoes to bite the tip off the chocolate one.
Ye Shuang: "..."
He stared blankly at the teeth marks left on his ice cream. "How am I supposed to eat this now?"
An Shiyu smirked lazily. "Guess you’ll have to give both to me."
Not one to be outplayed by a brat, Ye Shuang took a deliberate bite of the chocolate ice cream and looked down at her. "Nah, I don’t mind."
An Shiyu blinked, clearly caught off guard. Her eyes flickered behind her bangs before she turned away to eat her own ice cream in silence.
A faint, muffled mutter in dialect slipped out—something Ye Shuang didn’t catch.
He also didn’t notice the faint pink tinge coloring her ears.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
A message from Tang Keke:
Bro, come try the lemon tea Zhixia’s selling.
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The photo showed four girls posing together. Ye Shuang replied with an "Okay" before looking up—only to find An Shiyu already gone.
"That girl..."
Shaking his head, he headed straight for Zhixia’s lemon tea stall.
Business seemed decent. By the time he arrived, a small crowd of students had gathered, each holding a cup of lemon tea—and a stick of candied hawthorn.
"Bro, over here!"
"Mr. Ye!" Zhixia, wearing an apron, greeted him cheerfully as she muddled lemons.
Ye Shuang smiled. "Why are there candied hawthorns at a lemon tea stall? That’s an unusual combo."
"Yuyou bought them," Tang Keke explained, recounting what had happened earlier.
"I see." Ye Shuang turned to Bai Yuyou, who immediately leaned against him. "Still hungry?"
Bai Yuyou nodded. "Mhm... got hungry again..."
"Need any help?" Ye Shuang asked Zhixia.
The girl in the apron just smiled sweetly. "Mr. Ye, why don’t you take Yuyou for a walk? We’ve got things covered here."
"Yeah, bro, take her around. She’s been wanting to spend time with you," Tang Keke chimed in.
Linlin nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Oh? You want to walk around?" Ye Shuang asked Bai Yuyou.
"Mm." She hugged his arm and looked up at him.
Tang Keke playfully pushed them. "Go on, go on! There’s a themed event in the academic building too—you could spend days exploring."
"Alright, I’ll take her for a stroll and come back later."
"Or don’t come back at all."
"..."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
