Tuesday was the day for cleaning the community park. Early in the morning, the school had already sent a bus to pick up the students and take them there.
Since it was a work assignment, everyone wore their gym class uniforms—Bai Yuyou was dressed in a short-sleeved top and long pants, her waist-length hair tied into a ponytail, her slender arms pale and delicate.
"Ha~" Tang Keke yawned beside her, looking drowsy. "I'm so tired. Yuyou, let me lean on you for a bit."
With that, Tang Keke rested her head on Bai Yuyou's shoulder, her plump, rosy cheeks squishing slightly, making them look even rounder.
Bai Yuyou glanced at her, then reached out and poked her cheek.
"Mmm, stop poking my face."
"Okay." Bai Yuyou then poked something else.
"Not my backpack either, geez!"
After Bai Yuyou's antics, Tang Keke was no longer in the mood to nap—especially since the community park wasn’t far. If not for safety concerns, the school probably would’ve just let the students walk there on their own.
Then, Tang Keke noticed Bai Yuyou flipping through a small booklet. Curious, she peeked and realized it was filled with study notes.
She couldn’t help but ask, "Studying so hard? Your grades are already great—you’ll definitely get into a good school."
Bai Yuyou didn’t look up, answering softly, "Ye Shuang said… learning expands your horizons. I’m not very smart… so I have to work harder."
"Not very smart?" Tang Keke suddenly felt personally attacked. "Why do I feel like I just got insulted?"
If you’re not very smart, then what does that make me?
"Hmm…" Tang Keke watched Bai Yuyou study for a while before growing bored and turning to gaze out the window.
"Yuyou, what do you think is the point of living? I feel like I don’t really have any goals. It’s like I’m always just following what others say I should do."
Bai Yuyou seemed puzzled by the question.
"I mean, do you have anything you really want to do?" Keke clarified.
The girl replied, "I want to eat Ye Shuang’s cooking."
"That’s not what I meant! I’m talking about the purpose of life."
Bai Yuyou answered seriously,
"To eat Ye Shuang’s cooking."
"……"
Soon, the bus came to a stop.
The homeroom teacher at the front picked up a megaphone. "We’re here. Everyone, exit in an orderly fashion."
"And you two snacking in the back—do you think this is a field trip?!"
After gathering the students, Li Chunhua took attendance and distributed cleaning supplies. "Pair up in twos and clean the assigned areas. Meet back here at 11:30 AM. Understood?"
"Okaaay~"
"Don’t just ‘okay’ me—acknowledge properly!"
"Squeak!"
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
Before Li Chunhua could scold them, the students scattered in all directions.
"Honestly."
……
"This park is huge. It’d be nice to come here for a walk sometime," Tang Keke said, stretching her arms as she breathed in the fresh air.
"Your belly button’s showing."
"Eep." Tang Keke quickly tugged her gym shirt down. "Guess I need a bigger size."
Bai Yuyou looked around too. The morning sunlight filtered through the thick tree branches, scattering fragmented patches of light on the ground. A gentle breeze made the shadows sway like swimming fish.
Under the shade, elderly people were doing their morning exercises.
"Those are all retired folks. They look so healthy," Keke remarked.
Especially that grandpa swinging a meteor hammer with his head—sir, are you sure you’re okay?!
"Keke, let’s go," Bai Yuyou said, holding a trash picker.
"Mm."
The two girls’ task was simple: use the pickers to collect discarded bottles and cans. But since scavengers usually took those, they mostly ended up picking up wrappers and tissues.
"So much trash. Feels like the school’s just exploiting our labor," Tang Keke grumbled as she stuffed dried leaves into a bag.
"Maybe I should skip my part-time job tonight. I’m exhausted."
"What do you think, Yuyou?"
Bai Yuyou was busy stuffing wads of tissues into a bag but replied, "Ye Shuang said… you should finish what you start."
"Three sentences and you’re back to talking about your brother. Fine, I’ll tough it out."
After over an hour of work, Tang Keke—who wasn’t overweight but had terrible stamina—was already complaining. "Yuyou, Yuyou, let’s take a break. I’m dying here."
Bai Yuyou wasn’t particularly tired. Despite the heat, she wasn’t even sweating. But seeing Tang Keke half-dead, she nodded. "Okay…"
"Let’s hide behind that tree over there. No one will notice if we rest a little longer," Keke suggested, pointing to a secluded spot under a large tree.
When they got there, though, someone was already there.
A short-haired girl sat leaning against the tree, wearing headphones as she watched videos. Sensing their presence, she glanced sideways.
Recognizing them, she lazily greeted, "Yo."
"An Shiyu, aren’t you supposed to be picking up trash?" Tang Keke asked, then noticed An Shiyu’s trash bag was being used as a seat cushion—completely empty.
She hadn’t done any work.
"I have a condition where bending over could kill me, so I’m resting," An Shiyu sighed, feigning sorrow.
Tang Keke: "……"
Bai Yuyou, however, bent down slightly and asked, "That’s terrible… Can it be cured?"
Tang Keke was stunned. "You actually believe her?!"
Seeing Bai Yuyou’s clueless, tilted head, Keke immediately exposed An Shiyu’s terrible excuse. "Yuyou, she’s obviously just slacking off!"
"Really?" Bai Yuyou looked at An Shiyu. "Are you… slacking off?"
"Nope."
"She says no," Bai Yuyou relayed to Tang Keke.
Keke grabbed Bai Yuyou’s shoulders and shook her. "You absolute airhead!"
"You two came here too," An Shiyu remarked, removing her headphones.
"We’re just taking a short break because we’re tired."
"Same difference." An Shiyu yawned and went back to her phone. "Someone’s gotta be the lazy one in this world. Might as well be me."
"Uh…"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
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.
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?"
