"Mm... since we're buying tickets today, only second-class seats are left." Ye Shuang looked at the high-speed rail app on his phone and asked Chen Qin, "Is that okay?"
"Riding second-class isn’t some hardship, don’t make it sound so dramatic." Chen Qin playfully swatted his arm repeatedly.
Misunderstanding—this guy definitely had some kind of misunderstanding about her!
Ye Shuang chuckled and went ahead to purchase two tickets.
While filling in the details, he instinctively entered Chen Qin’s ID number—only to snap back to reality and notice her staring intently at him.
"What’s wrong?"
"You remember it so well." Chen Qin grinned, her expression brimming with barely contained delight.
"Didn’t I always fill out forms for you when you were sick?" Ye Shuang said. Back in high school, Chen Qin often suffered from stomachaches, and sometimes Chen Hai would ask him to take her to the hospital. Back then, there were no digital records, so they had to fill out paper medical forms.
Over time, he’d memorized her ID number.
"Let’s go, we’re boarding at Mingzhu Station." Ye Shuang pointed at the time on his phone.
"Okay."
The high-speed rail station wasn’t far, just a short walk away. The two strolled side by side, completely unhurried despite their impending departure.
"Ye Shuang..."
"Hm?"
"My mom asked when you’re coming over for dinner."
"Is there something going on?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Does there have to be a reason to just share a meal?" Chen Qin pouted, looking displeased. "Ugh, now even eating together has to be about business instead of just catching up."
"Ah, the love is gone. You’ve changed, my dude." She sighed dramatically, her theatrics making Ye Shuang’s eyelid twitch.
"I don’t have anything going on lately," he conceded, knowing full well that if he made up an excuse, Chen Qin would only stir up more trouble.
"Then come over this Saturday." Chen Qin blinked, her sweet smile reappearing faster than flipping a page.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Might as well bring Yu You along—the food’s always good there.
At the station, they swiped their IDs to enter and chatted briefly while waiting for the train.
Since they’d bought tickets together, they could choose adjacent seats. Once they found their spots, Ye Shuang let Chen Qin take the window seat.
"It’s been a while since I rode the high-speed rail." Chen Qin stretched her arms after sitting down, glancing around before grinning at him.
Ye Shuang thought her smile looked a little silly, but he just said, "You’ve got a driver for short trips and fly for long ones. Of course you wouldn’t think of this."
"It’s different."
Chen Qin looked at Ye Shuang beside her, then suddenly yawned. "I’m sleepy..."
Ye Shuang knew how hard she worked—business trips and late nights were unavoidable. "Then take a nap on the train."
"Mm."
Chen Qin nodded and leaned against the window to sleep—except she kept fidgeting, her face slipping off her arm before she drowsily readjusted.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, clearly uncomfortable.
Plus, the seats were a bit narrow...
"Just lean on me." Ye Shuang couldn’t stand watching her struggle to sleep.
"Isn’t that bad?" A mischievous glint flashed in Chen Qin’s eyes, though she still feigned hesitation. "What if I drool all over you?"
"Never mind, then."
"Wait, wait!" Chen Qin immediately latched onto his arm, nestling against him with a satisfied smile before closing her eyes again.
She held on tightly, her grip so firm that Ye Shuang’s arm sank into her embrace. The sensation instantly reminded him of what had happened before—how Chen Qin, with her clumsy inexperience, had tried to "relieve his stress" using that slime-like toy.
Ever since that day, a lot of things had changed between them.
"Ye Shuang..." A warm breath tickled his ear.
"What?" He tilted his head slightly, feeling oddly flustered.
"Are you thinking about something naughty?" Chen Qin deliberately inched closer, her whisper sending a shiver down his spine.
Her hand rested on his thigh as she asked with a grin, "Want to do it again next time?"
But even as she teased, a faint blush betrayed her bravado.
Thump. Ye Shuang flicked her forehead.
"Ow."
"Sleep. There are cameras everywhere—what are you thinking?"
Chen Qin pouted but obediently clung to his arm and drifted off.
She must’ve been exhausted, because she fell asleep within a minute of resting against his shoulder. Ye Shuang could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing gradually evening out.
He adjusted his posture slightly to let her rest more comfortably.
Once settled, he checked the time and idly scrolled through news articles to pass the time.
The two cities were close, and before he knew it, they’d arrived.
......
"Time to get off, Chen Qin." Ye Shuang nudged her gently.
Chen Qin slowly opened her eyes and let out a soft, drawn-out "Mmm~"
Instantly, several standing passengers turned to look.
Hey, that sound is way too misleading!
"Let’s go."
"Okay." Still half-asleep, Chen Qin yawned and followed him off the train.
"Taking the subway?"
"Mm, Line 2." The high-speed rail station was connected to the subway, making transfers seamless. Plus, as the terminal station in this direction, it was usually easier to snag a seat.
At least, that’s what Ye Shuang thought—until a flood of passengers surged in and claimed spots with practiced efficiency, leaving him reevaluating his optimism.
These seats are impossible to get.
"No seats? No problem, we can stand." Chen Qin smiled.
"Mm."
The subway rocked gently, and with the poor signal, Chen Qin didn’t bother with her phone. Instead, she studied the route map overhead.
"The last stop is Jiahe Wanggang," she mused, tilting her chin up.
"Something special about it?" Ye Shuang asked. It was just a station name, after all.
"It’s kinda popular online, or so I’ve heard..." Chen Qin said.
"Jiahe Wanggang means something like ‘goodbye forever’—because one direction leads to the train station, the other to the airport. If people part ways here, they might never meet again."
"That’s what’s trending?" Ye Shuang thought for a moment. "But isn’t it also possible that it’s just a transfer point for two new starting points?"
Chen Qin paused, then beamed. "You’re right. It doesn’t have to be an ending—it could be a new beginning."
"Right, A-Shuang?"
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villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
