"Rou Mei, what are you up to?" On the video call, Zhou's Mother's voice was gentle and caring.
Bai Yuyou looked at the woman on her phone screen, hesitated for a moment, and finally replied softly, "At school..."
"Is it lunch break now?" Zhou's Mother continued, "I just went to the police station to sort out some things for you. How about having dinner together tonight? It's a rare opportunity."
Bai Yuyou lowered her eyes, a hint of unease flickering across her face. She knew Zhou's Mother was trying to bond with her, but perhaps because they had been separated for so long, she didn’t feel much closeness yet.
She glanced at Ye Shuang beside her, as if seeking his opinion.
Ye Shuang simply nodded. A meal together was absolutely fine.
Bai Yuyou would eventually return to the Zhou family, and this gradual process of reconnecting and integrating into their lives had always been Ye Shuang’s plan. After all, Zhou's parents were Bai Yuyou’s biological parents—blood was thicker than water. Moreover, they had lost Bai Yuyou by accident, not by choice.
Just as Bai Yuyou was about to agree, Zhou's Mother quickly added, "You can bring Shuang along too. We’ll all eat together."
"Okay," Bai Yuyou immediately agreed.
Zhou's Mother was momentarily taken aback. She had noticed Bai Yuyou’s hesitation earlier, but the moment Ye Shuang was mentioned, the answer came without delay.
With a silent sigh, Zhou's Mother continued, "Alright, I’ll send you the address later. Have Shuang drive you over."
"Mhm..."
After hanging up, Bai Yuyou stared at her phone, her bangs falling over her quiet expression. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.
"What’s on your mind?"
"Ye Shuang... I don’t want to leave you."
"Why bring this up all of a sudden?" Ye Shuang asked.
Bai Yuyou’s voice grew even softer. "I don’t know."
"Don’t overthink it," Ye Shuang said, gently patting her head.
After sitting under the tree for a while, Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou rejoined Zhixia and the others. Since it was lunch break, the group was resting behind their small stall, where a tiny table was set up—
Zhixia and the others had laid out the snacks they bought earlier, treating it as their lunch.
The food sold at Yinshan Academy was relatively cheap. If this were a tourist spot, the prices could easily triple or quadruple.
"Teacher Ye, want to join us?" Zhixia called out as they returned, inviting them to sit.
"We’ve already eaten," Ye Shuang said. Bai Yuyou had been fed well by him.
Tang Keke’s eyes lit up when she noticed the goldfish in Ye Shuang’s hand. "Wow, a goldfish! Did you get it from a stall?"
"Won it from the goldfish scooping game," Ye Shuang replied with a smile. "Do you have a fish tank or something? I need to put it somewhere."
"Teacher Ye, I have a plastic container here. It was originally for lemons," Linlin said, standing up.
She soon returned with a food storage box. After pouring the fish in, it fit just fine.
Without an oxygen pump, they’d have to change the water more frequently to maintain oxygen levels.
There was a trick to keeping fish healthy—
Change the water often.
Change the fish often.
"I ordered a fish tank and an oxygen pump online. They should arrive tomorrow."
After setting the goldfish aside, Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou sat down.
"When’s the performance?" Ye Shuang asked, as he wasn’t entirely clear on the schedule.
Zhixia explained, "It’s tomorrow night. Since it’s a school-organized event, if we rank well, we can get some great rewards."
"Rankings?" Ye Shuang thought for a moment. "So it’s a competition?"
"Yep. Music clubs compete within their category. The top in each category or the overall top five get prizes," Zhixia continued with a smile.
"But our Light Music Club is just performing for fun. The competition is tough."
"Aside from the Traditional Music Club, our biggest rivals are the Aikun Music Club and the Rock Club. They’ve even poached a lot of our members."
"Especially the Aikun Music Club. Every member who joins starts acting weird—they’ll randomly shrug their shoulders and hum a line or two from their club’s anthem."
"Our club only has me, Linlin, and a bunch of newcomers, so..." Zhixia didn’t have high expectations.
"We’ll just do our best."
After all, Zhixia’s initial goal was just to keep the club from disbanding—maybe even secure a corner to perform. Now that they had enough members, she was already satisfied.
As for rankings, they were just a nice thought.
"You won’t know unless you try," Ye Shuang said with a smile.
"Yeah! Let’s go for it! At least we won’t be last!" Tang Keke cheered, raising a fist while munching on her food.
Her enthusiasm lightened the mood.
They spent some more time discussing the performance details. Linlin, with her excellent voice, was the guitarist and lead singer. Zhixia played bass, Bai Yuyou was on rhythm guitar, An Shiyu handled drums, Tang Keke was on electric guitar (though hers was a no-string, one-touch electronic version—the "shame of guitars," as it required zero skill), and Ye Shuang was on keyboard and backup vocals.
It was a fairly standard lineup. Tang Keke, still unfamiliar with the ukulele, had switched to the no-skill-required electronic guitar—a bestseller for those who didn’t want to spend time practicing, like her.
Though she wasn’t passionate about music, she wanted to perform alongside Bai Yuyou.
For a school event, having fun was what mattered most.
"Speaking of the performance, where’s An Shiyu? We’re discussing it, and she’s nowhere to be found," Ye Shuang remarked.
"Oh, An Shiyu was here earlier, while you and Yuyou were out," Zhixia said with a laugh.
"She even helped us sell out all the lemon tea!"
"How?" Ye Shuang was puzzled.
Tang Keke gestured excitedly. "Bro, can you imagine? An Shiyu was flipping the cups like a bartender, doing tricks! She drew a crowd in no time."
Ye Shuang: "..."
He couldn’t quite picture a lemon tea stand turning into a bartending show. But since everything was sold out, it made sense why Zhixia and the others were relaxing early.

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!