The cicadas rasped hoarsely, as if heralding the arrival of summer.
Chen Qin sat demurely, chatting with Ye's Father and Ye's Mother, her every word and gesture exuding a ladylike charm that endeared her to them.
"Alright, we’re heading to the company. You two can amuse yourselves."
Breakfast concluded, and Ye's Father and Ye's Mother promptly left, leaving only Chen Qin and Ye Shuang at home.
"Finally!" The moment the elders were out of sight, Chen Qin seemed to burst free from restraint, flopping onto the sofa. "Ye Shuang, fetch Her Majesty the fan—"
"Where’s the fan?" Ye Shuang asked reflexively.
"In your room, duh. Hurry up! And grab me a pair of shorts too… second drawer in the wardrobe. This skirt is so uncomfortable." Chen Qin grinned, seeming even more familiar with the place than Ye Shuang himself.
Ye Shuang paused to recall—back then, Chen Qin had often stayed over, so much so that his wardrobe still held a few sets of her clothes.
At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. They’d sometimes pull all-nighters gaming and then crash together without a second thought.
Ye Shuang returned to his room and opened the wardrobe. In the second drawer lay Chen Qin’s clothes, along with several neatly folded pairs of underwear.
Ye Shuang: "…"
"Shorts, right?" he confirmed.
"Yep, the hot pants."
Ye Shuang eyed the shorts in his hand—they barely looked longer than underwear.
He handed them over. "Here."
"Woo!" Chen Qin immediately began shimmying out of her skirt.
"What are you doing?!"
"Huh?" She froze.
"Why not change in your room?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Um… is there anyone else here?" Her fingers stiffened as she glanced around.
"No."
"Then what’s the problem? It’s just you." She tossed the skirt aside and slipped into the hot pants, stretching her long, pale legs. "Ah, so much better!"
Ye Shuang: "…"
Come to think of it, this was how things used to be.
Back then, neither he nor Chen Qin had seen it as a big deal.
He sat down, and Chen Qin promptly plopped her head onto his lap. "Turn on the TV, turn on the TV!"
"Right."
But Ye Shuang’s gaze drifted to the clock, its hands inching toward a critical hour.
Time was running out.
The scene before him blurred—white light flooded his vision, accompanied by a deafening ring in his ears—
…
His sight returned to the present.
Inside a rocky cave, atop a makeshift blanket, Chen Qin lay fast asleep. Compared to the girl from his memories, her figure had blossomed, all traces of youthful innocence shed.
Recalling her wild sleeping antics the night before, Ye Shuang couldn’t help but think of the girl who once rested her head on his lap.
Chen Qin was still Chen Qin.
"Ugh…" A wave of dizziness hit him, but after sitting still for a moment, it passed.
The cicadas’ chorus was gone, replaced by the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore and the occasional cry of seagulls.
"I’m back. Wish I could’ve stayed longer." Ye Shuang murmured. Yet seeing his parents again, even in memory, had eased something in his heart.
After all, such moments were luxuries even dreams seldom granted.
He found this new feature of the system invaluable. Though it couldn’t alter the past, simply being able to see his parents and talk to them was enough to bring him peace.
Who could resist the chance to speak with loved ones long gone?
Even if just to say sorry.
Ye Shuang shook off his reverie and stepped onto the beach. The sun blazed mercilessly—without sunscreen, he had to work quickly to avoid getting scorched.
He gathered dark-colored stones along the rocky shore and arranged them into a massive "SOS" on the sand—the universal distress signal, meant to catch the attention of any passing helicopters.
Next came the matter of water and food.
Seawater was undrinkable, so unless he could distill it or find a freshwater source on the island, he’d be in trouble.
Thankfully, the survival kit still had water, buying him a few days—but he couldn’t afford complacency.
"Am I really going to be stuck here forever? What about Yu You?" Ye Shuang gazed at the endless horizon, sighing.
What lay beyond the sea?
"Not even a change of clothes. And even if there were, they’d probably be ruined by seawater." As he spoke, a thought struck him. He glanced down at his swim trunks, then ran a hand over his skin.
"…"
A while later, Chen Qin stretched awake in the cave. "Haaah—"
The moment she opened her eyes, she found Ye Shuang sitting nearby, his dark bangs shadowing a faint, amused glint in his eyes.
"Morning, A-Ye."
"Morning’s long gone," he replied. "Hungry?"
"Coffee."
"None. Only water." He handed her a canteen, its cap already loosened.
She took it and eyed the open lid. "You drank from this?"
"Yeah."
"Good." She tipped it back and gulped noisily. "Ahhh, that hits the spot. Felt like bugs were crawling all over me last night."
"Well, I did see a few spiders burrow into your hair."
"Eek?!"
"Kidding. Let’s get moving." Ye Shuang stood.
"Moving? Where?"
"Back to the hotel. Or did you plan to live here?"
"But… we can’t contact anyone. How are we supposed to—" Chen Qin blinked, then grinned.
"No need to contact anyone. We’ll walk."
"It’s just the other side of the island."
Chen Qin’s smile faltered. "Oh. Oops."
"Honestly, what were you thinking with this wilderness survival act?" Ye Shuang sighed, then pointed at his swim trunks. "These don’t even look like they’ve touched seawater."
"Should’ve stripped you naked when I had the chance…" Chen Qin muttered under her breath. She hadn’t even gotten to have her fun before he figured it out.
This entire setup had been her doing—the so-called "deserted island" was just the far end of her private island.
Another one of her strategist’s brilliant ideas.
"Guess I’ll have to report this to Uncle Chen." Ye Shuang smirked, pinching her cheeks and stretching them sideways.
"A-Ye, I’m sowwy…"
Just then, a strange noise cut through the air.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Ye Shuang looked up, spotting a helicopter overhead.
"Your people?" he asked.
"Dunno."
A second later, a small figure in noise-canceling headphones peeked out from the cabin.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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?"

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."