"What the hell, a stalker?"
In the school infirmary, Ye Shuang was conducting a routine checkup on a student when he heard about the recent incidents around campus. He couldn't help but stroke his chin. "Could this turn into a big problem?"
"I heard it’s pretty serious. That girl was harassed so badly she seems to have developed mental issues," the girl sitting across from him said. "Super scary."
"Hmm..." Ye Shuang thought for a moment. He wondered if Bai Yuyou and the others knew about this. He decided to ask them later. Even though those two always walked home together, it didn’t guarantee absolute safety. Since the police had no leads yet, he figured he’d personally escort them home for the next few days.
Just as he was thinking this, the girl in front of him suddenly grinned mischievously. "But I’m fine. Hey, school doctor, wanna bully me a little?"
"Alright, if you’re fine, get going." Within seconds, the girl was unceremoniously ushered out.
"Ow! What was that for~?"
After sending her off, Ye Shuang returned to his seat. Since classes were still in session, he planned to ask around during the break. Meanwhile, An Shiyu sat beside him, legs crossed, engrossed in her game, completely indifferent to the world.
"Hey, An Shiyu." Ye Shuang reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.
She flinched, then sharply turned her head, her eyes locking onto him with an intense gaze.
"Huh?" Ye Shuang was taken aback by her reaction. Ever since An Shiyu had stayed overnight at his place, she’d been subtly avoiding him, and even casual contact like this seemed to provoke an exaggerated response.
"You okay?"
"My shoulder has a wound," An Shiyu said flatly. "I’d suggest touching my leg instead."
"Oh, sorry." Ye Shuang quickly withdrew his hand, then glanced toward the empty infirmary doorway. "Did you hear what that student just said?"
"What?" An Shiyu tilted her head slightly, her straight bangs shifting.
"About the stalker. Apparently, there’s been a sudden surge of stalkers around the school, and some girl already got hurt." Ye Shuang recounted the earlier conversation. An Shiyu, however, showed no particular reaction.
"This world’s full of weirdos. Nothing worth worrying about."
"But you’re always running around everywhere. You should be more careful," Ye Shuang couldn’t help but advise.
"Mm..." Faced with his concern, An Shiyu suddenly lowered her head and looked away, muttering softly,
"Okay..."
Ye Shuang was surprised. Normally, An Shiyu would’ve shot back with something like "Stop nagging." Why was she so docile lately?
Could her wound be hurting more than usual?
"How’s your injury? Let me take a look." Ye Shuang stood up and reached for some anti-inflammatory painkillers.
"Then rip my clothes off," An Shiyu said, her eyes turning into expressionless dots.
"Uh, probably not."
"Then what’s the point?" An Shiyu replied blankly. "Or do you just wanna undress me?"
Ye Shuang’s lips twitched. He’d thought An Shiyu was being unusually gentle just now, but it seemed she hadn’t changed at all.
"Just exposing your shoulder would be enough," Ye Shuang sighed, but seeing her stubbornness, he gave up.
An Shiyu resumed gripping her controller. As she watched Ye Shuang put the bottles and jars back into the cabinet, she let out a faint, seemingly unintentional chuckle before returning to her game.
Midway through, she added,
"Stalkers are easier to deal with than these in-game monsters."
"Yeah, yeah."
When lunch break arrived, Ye Shuang set down his medical book and got up to head to the cafeteria. Turning around, he saw An Shiyu had already dozed off in the swivel chair, exhausted from gaming. Her peaceful sleeping face looked far cuter than usual, with a strand of hair sticking to her lips, giving her an indescribable charm.
"You’re much more adorable when you’re asleep. Too bad you had to grow a mouth," Ye Shuang muttered. He reached out to brush the hair away but stopped himself, realizing it might be inappropriate.
The moment his hand moved, An Shiyu’s eyes snapped open. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. You weren’t asleep?" Ye Shuang asked.
"So eager for me to pass out—do you usually grope me when I’m unconscious?" An Shiyu clicked her tongue. "Caught you, you pervy old man."
"I’ve never done anything like that. Shoulders and below are strictly off-limits," Ye Shuang retorted, exasperated.
An Shiyu suddenly recalled that night—Ye Shuang’s warm hand resting on her stomach, his body pressed against her back. She let out a soft "Mm" before scoffing. "Hah, typical lecherous uncle behavior."
"Huh?" Ye Shuang looked utterly baffled. What had he done to deserve this?
"Never mind. Get me some takeout sushi. Only tuna, and don’t forget the wasabi." An Shiyu reclined the chair fully and rolled over. "Go on, shoo."
"Where in the school cafeteria am I supposed to find tuna sushi?"
"They have it."
"If they actually do, I’ll bring you lunch every day from now on—"
......
"One tuna sushi set, 108 yuan."
Standing in the student cafeteria, Ye Shuang stared blankly at the lunch lady holding out a box of tuna sushi. His worldview was crumbling. "What the—they actually have it?"
"Yep. Our school board chairman loves sushi, so we offer premium options," the lunch lady explained, then pointed to a cheaper alternative. "Of course, we also have ten-yuan seaweed rolls for budget-conscious students."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Was An Shiyu going to make him buy her lunch every single day now?
"Bro, you done yet?" Tang Keke’s voice called from behind. She and Bai Yuyou had already gotten their food and secured a table.
"Yeah, coming." Ye Shuang grabbed the packed sushi and his own tray before joining them.
"Wow, sushi! You taking that back to eat later?" Tang Keke asked curiously, eyeing the takeout box.
"Nah, it’s for An Shiyu," Ye Shuang said.
"Sushi..." Bai Yuyou’s gaze locked onto the box, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. Seeing this, Ye Shuang glanced at the mountain of rice on her plate, then opened the sushi box and offered it to her.
"Wanna try some?"
"An Shiyu’s food... can’t." Though tempted, Bai Yuyou shook her head obediently.
"It’s fine. Eat as much as you want. I’ll just buy another box later," Ye Shuang assured her, then turned to Tang Keke. "Keke, you try some too."
"Sure thing!"
With his permission, the two girls dug in.
Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Quick, come look! Someone’s about to jump from Building 2!!"
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves—in an instant, those words captured the attention of everyone present.
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.”
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?"
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?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
