A forty-minute class was easy for Ye Shuang to pass by idly scrolling through his phone. During that time, a patrolling teacher glanced in but left upon seeing another teacher at the podium.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Ye Shuang stretched and got up to leave the classroom.
"I wonder how Bai Yuyou is doing." Thirsty, he headed straight for the vending machine on the first floor.
After scanning the QR code to pay, Ye Shuang pressed the button for a cola.
"Huh?"
Three or four seconds passed, but aside from the screen displaying "Dispensing in progress," the machine seemed frozen.
"Don’t waste your time. That machine’s broken." A voice came from behind. Ye Shuang turned and saw a familiar face.
Mobile Phone · Steamed Buns · Stationery · Schoolgirl.
Quite the list of nicknames.
Seeing An Shiyu behind him didn’t surprise Ye Shuang—he’d already spotted her in Class B earlier. Though they’d crossed paths a few times, he pretended not to notice her.
"You’re not a teacher at Yinshan Academy, are you?" An Shiyu’s opening words caught him off guard.
"Why do you say that?" Ye Shuang asked. "If I weren’t a teacher, why would I be subbing for your class?"
"Simple. My memory is excellent—I never forget a face," An Shiyu replied.
"That kind of talk… reeks of arrogance." Ye Shuang studied her, and soon, her information surfaced in his mind—
[Character: An Shiyu
Hyperthymesia patient. You could kiss her and she’d remember it for life.]
After a few seconds, Ye Shuang chuckled. "But I’m a new hire."
"Yinshan Academy only recruited one teacher this year, and she’s a woman. Besides, a quick check with HR would confirm it." An Shiyu remained expressionless. "Mister, you wouldn’t want anyone finding out you’re impersonating a teacher, would you?"
Ye Shuang gave her a long look but didn’t bother arguing. Instead, he cut to the chase.
"What do you want from me?"
"Pay me hush money." An Shiyu held out her palm.
"Is this a robbery?" Ye Shuang found it absurd that this pretty girl was extorting him—it almost felt like some bizarre roleplay.
"Think of it as cooperation." An Shiyu suddenly smiled. "I can help you maintain your cover."
Ye Shuang didn’t refuse. He instinctively reached for a cigarette in his pocket but found it empty. "Name your price, if it’s reasonable."
"Fifty."
"…That’s it?" Ye Shuang gave her a strange look.
"How much money can someone with a cheap phone even have?" An Shiyu sounded almost disdainful.
"Then why extort me?!"
"For fun."
Ye Shuang couldn’t fathom what went through the minds of young girls these days. Was this really just for amusement?
"If you won’t pay, then accompany me somewhere," An Shiyu said.
"Where?"
"An internet café."
"Uh… isn’t it class time right now?"
"Just skip class." An Shiyu stuffed her hands into her pockets. "What’s the big deal? The next few periods are large lectures—the teacher’s half-blind and won’t take attendance."
Ye Shuang: "…"
Whatever. He couldn’t be bothered to argue. After agreeing, he watched as the girl expertly led him to the fence behind the cafeteria and pointed. "Squeeze through here."
Ye Shuang complied, though his back ached from the tight fit. The next moment, An Shiyu vaulted over the fence with agile ease—though her landing was so abrupt, she nearly sat on his face.
"Perfect ten." She dusted off her pleated skirt and the nonexistent dirt on her leggings, then stretched.
Noticing Ye Shuang’s gaze, she lifted her skirt slightly. "Want a look?"
Ye Shuang twitched his lips. "No. And if you can climb the fence, why make me crawl through?!"
"Could your old bones even handle climbing?" An Shiyu shot back, her eyes brimming with pity for the elderly.
"I’m not even thirty yet!"
"Even so, take care of your back." She spoke with mock solemnity.
Ye Shuang seriously considered sewing her mouth shut.
He led An Shiyu to the parking lot, stopping at a sleek black motorcycle.
"Get on."
An Shiyu eyed the bike and remarked, "This thing…"
"Would be a pain to steal."
Ye Shuang wordlessly pressed the key fob, and the bike’s lights flashed to life. Swinging a leg over, he handed her a helmet. "Hop on."
"You ride a bike worth tens of thousands but use a cheap phone?" An Shiyu seemed genuinely curious.
"Just don’t worry about it."
Once she was seated, Ye Shuang took off without another word, soon arriving at a nearby internet café.
"So slow," An Shiyu said the moment they dismounted.
"Safety first, ever heard of it?" Ye Shuang removed his helmet, exasperated.
Inside, the receptionist greeted them. "Need terminals?"
"Yeah, two."
"ID cards. How much credit? Top up 100, get 100 free."
"Thirty for both." Ye Shuang didn’t plan to stay long. He glanced at An Shiyu, who was scanning the place like a first-timer, completely uninterested in their conversation.
"ID," Ye Shuang nudged her when she made no move to produce hers.
"You need ID to go online?"
"Obviously. Is this your first time?" Ye Shuang frowned.
An Shiyu turned to the receptionist. "What if I don’t have my ID?"
"Facial recognition with your digital ID works too."
"Got it."
Once they were seated side by side, Ye Shuang expected her to dive into gaming like a typical addict. Instead, An Shiyu shattered his assumptions.
After booting up the terminal, she didn’t launch a single game—instead, she studied the expressions of everyone around them.
"What are you doing?"
"Mister, why do people come to internet cafés?" An Shiyu suddenly asked.
"Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that?"
"I came here because I don’t know."
Ye Shuang glanced at the other patrons and shrugged.
"For the high-end setups."
"You could build a better PC at home."
"Not for some people. For them, friends are the ultimate hardware." He pointed at a group playing games together, then at a lone figure sleeping in the corner.
"And for others, this place is a refuge. These setups… aren’t something you can just replicate at home."
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?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
