"Vacation?"
In the school infirmary, An Shiyu looked slightly surprised when Ye Shuang invited her on a trip. "Uncle, are we really that close now? Skipping dating and marriage to go straight to a honeymoon?"
"How cruel, reaping the rewards without putting in the effort."
Ye Shuang tapped her back with a pen, causing the girl to flinch like a startled fish.
"What was that for?"
"Who said it’s just the two of us?"
"Tsk… you’re planning to bring another girl too? Ouch."
As the two bantered, Ye Shuang’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen—it was Fugui calling.
"Hey, Fugui?"
"Ohoho, Little Shuangshuang~ Yuyou told me she ranked eighth in the exam!" Aunt Li’s voice chirped from the other end.
"Yeah, she’s improved a lot." Ye Shuang nodded. Even he hadn’t expected such results. This was a crucial exam, equivalent to college entrance tests, where every third-year student had poured their all into it.
Leaving aside anomalies like An Shiyu, Bai Yuyou’s remarkable progress spoke volumes about her dedication.
"Aren’t you going to reward her?" Aunt Li teased.
"I’ll cook a feast tonight. As for the reward—" Ye Shuang paused briefly. "I’ll ask her myself. By the way, did Chen Qin mention the vacation to you?"
"She did! I could use a nice tan~"
"Great. Drop by tonight if you’re free." After a short chat, he hung up.
Turning back to An Shiyu, he continued, "About the trip—"
"Not going."
"Wouldn’t it be nice to get away for a bit?" Ye Shuang smiled.
"Besides, Yuyou would want you there. You’re good friends, after all."
"Good friends?" An Shiyu seemed to find the term strange. She fell silent, gazing out the window, her fingers unusually still on the game controller. After a moment, she suddenly asked,
"What do you think friends are?"
"People who share your joys and sorrows."
"Maybe." An Shiyu murmured. "But I don’t like bringing sadness to others."
"Why would you bring sadness?" Ye Shuang chuckled.
An Shiyu didn’t answer. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her bangs shadowing calm eyes.
"You already know, don’t you?"
"Staying happy is important. And…" Ye Shuang was well aware of An Shiyu’s congenital heart condition.
"With your grandfather’s resources, can’t he find a suitable donor?" he asked.
For ordinary people, a heart transplant was nearly impossible. But for someone like An Shiyu’s grandfather, it shouldn’t be an issue—even if a "perfect match" had to conveniently appear.
For once, An Shiyu didn’t joke. She replied flatly, "My body rejects transplants aggressively. Even if a hundred donors lined up, putting one in me would be suicide."
"Unless—"
She trailed off, then shook her head. "Well, doesn’t matter anymore."
Curling up on the sofa, she hugged her knees, looking small and fragile.
Ye Shuang: "..."
The atmosphere suddenly grew awkward. Ye Shuang glanced at the girl and decided to change the subject.
"Coming over for dinner tonight?"
"What a hassle… don’t feel like it," the other replied lazily.
"I can make something you like," Ye Shuang said.
"Why the sudden kindness?" An Shiyu tilted her head slightly, as if raising an eyebrow. "If it’s pity, save it. I don’t need anyone’s sympathy."
"No, I just want Bai Yuyou to make more friends. With your difficult personality, she can learn how to deal with troublesome people," Ye Shuang said with a smile.
"Tch." An Shiyu turned back to the screen, where her in-game character had already died, idly standing by a bonfire. The girl muttered,
"Add more dishes."
"Fine."
As An Shiyu kept playing, she noticed Ye Shuang’s gaze lingering on her. She turned her head with a strange expression.
"What are you staring at? Finally unable to hold back your wolfish desires?"
"No, I have a question for you." Ye Shuang’s expression turned serious.
"What?"
"Do you have a twin sister?"
An Shiyu’s fingers paused briefly before resuming the game, not even turning her head. "Why do you ask?"
"It just feels off. Like when you jumped out the window and reappeared behind me seconds later… and then there’s Keke’s situation. Even if you flew a plane there, there’s no way you could’ve found her so precisely."
Ye Shuang recalled past events, growing increasingly convinced that An Shiyu’s abilities were beyond normal. The only plausible explanation was that she had a twin sister.
"No matter how I think about it, it’s too strange. The only logical answer is that you have a twin."
"Ah, you’ve figured it out." An Shiyu sighed dramatically. "But you only got half of it right. It’s actually the An family’s forbidden secret technique—the Advanced Shadow Clone Jutsu."
"Even the renowned Five-Star General Mc Naruto used this move to dominate the ninja world for years…"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Could you make it any more ridiculous?
"Fine, fine. It’s actually a clone. Call it the Misaka Shiyu Clone Project, designed to help my ninjutsu break through to the legendary Level 6… Ow!" A karate chop landed on her head, and An Shiyu clutched it, glaring.
"Hit me again, and I’ll hang you from that crooked tree at school!"
"Whatever. If you don’t want to say, I’ll just assume it’s true." Ye Shuang decided not to press further—it was her privacy, after all. But then—
[Character: An Shiyu
Congenital heart disease patient. Seems to harbor some strange feelings toward you…]
The information in the window had changed slightly after their conversation. Even the upper right corner now displayed an inverted purple clock, starkly different from the usual design.
Did this mean he could see events from a specific point in An Shiyu’s past?
Ye Shuang slowly averted his gaze. He didn’t have enough saved time to access it anyway.
This young girl before him likely held countless secrets in her past, but he had no right to pry into them.
So, it was better to leave the time to Yu You.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
