The scene could only be described as chaotic, but fortunately for Ye Shuang and the others, the situation wasn’t hard to resolve. A few burly bodyguards quickly subdued the group of troublemakers with their permed hair.
"Call the police," Ye Shuang said, glancing at Chen Qin.
"Yeah."
Perhaps because there were many tourists in the area, the police arrived quickly.
"A kissing challenge? Disgusting," Chen Qin muttered, her face twisting in revulsion after learning what had happened. The fact that these guys had persisted after being rejected—wasn’t that just straight-up harassment?
"Can we get these guys thrown in jail?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Probably not that easy. It’s just verbal, after all. Trash like this exists everywhere, and they actually get off on it," Chen Qin crossed her arms, as if contemplating how to make things worse for them.
An Shiyu chimed in, "Death penalty."
"That’s probably not happening."
"Let’s go, take them away first."
The permed-haired guy, now restrained by a bodyguard, panicked as pain shot through his arm. He started begging for mercy nonstop.
But no one spared him a glance—he might as well have been garbage.
The rest was easy to handle. Since Ye Shuang and the others were returning home the next day, they didn’t bother dragging things out with the troublemakers.
They just had the bodyguards "add a little extra" before letting them go.
As far as Chen Qin was concerned, not shipping them off to Siberia to plant potatoes was already an act of mercy.
After this little incident, none of them were in the mood to keep sightseeing. They wrapped things up with the permed-haired guy, wandered around a bit more, and then headed back to the private island. The streets were lined with familiar shops anyway—nothing new or exciting.
The yacht sailed on, the setting sun dyeing the ocean a brilliant orange.
By the time they returned to the private island, night had already fallen.
"Exhausting. Too many people out there, and the food wasn’t even good," Tang Keke groaned, dragging herself off the boat like a zombie. An Shiyu followed, hands in her pockets, with Ye Shuang and the others trailing behind.
"Let’s have dinner, rest a bit, and then head home tonight," Chen Qin suggested with a smile. They were already tired—might as well sleep on the plane.
"Yeah," Ye Shuang nodded.
After showering and enjoying a lavish meal, they sat by the shore, resting under the night sky.
The sound of waves lapping against the sand filled the air. The dark sea, dotted with the moon’s silvery reflection, seemed to wash away the summer’s lingering heat, leaving only a profound serenity.
"The sea…" Ye Shuang murmured, gazing into the distance. Then, as if sensing something, he turned slightly—only to find Bai Yuyou staring at him.
"What’s up?"
"Ye Shuang was spacing out."
"Maybe," he chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Kinda wish we could collect some shells here. Too bad the staff sifted all the sand clean."
Otherwise, making another shell wind chime might’ve been nice.
"It’s okay," Bai Yuyou said softly, pulling out a stack of Polaroid photos. "We have these."
"When did you take these?" Ye Shuang was surprised.
"Earlier, when we were out…" She held the photos carefully, as if they were treasures. "These are memories."
"Good memories should be kept safe."
Ye Shuang smiled warmly. "Yeah."
"I want… to make lots of good memories with Ye Shuang in the future," Bai Yuyou said.
Just then, Chen Qin’s voice called out from nearby, "Ye Shuang, come over here~"
Ye Shuang looked up to see Chen Qin and Aunt Li approaching, carrying a large bucket of something.
"Huh?" He stood and walked over.
Bai Yuyou glanced at them, then followed.
"Fireworks!" Aunt Li grinned. "Setting some off before we leave—isn’t that romantic?"
"Small ones like these are nice too."
Ye Shuang lit one and handed it to Bai Yuyou. "Here, hold this."
The sparkler crackled to life, its bright, flickering glow illuminating the girl’s face.
"Pretty?"
"Yeah."
But the firework soon fizzled out, plunging the surroundings back into darkness. Bai Yuyou’s eyes dimmed slightly, her usual antenna-like strand of hair drooping.
Then, light returned—Ye Shuang and the others had lit more sparklers, laughing and chatting as they waved them around.
Fireworks burned fast. Beautiful, but fleeting. Yet as long as someone kept lighting them, the light never faded—just like how, in Bai Yuyou’s small world, the people around her seemed to shine endlessly, their warmth always reaching her.
"Meow-ne!"
"Hey, Yiwan, stop running around with fireworks in your mouth—"
Meanwhile, An Shiyu was swinging two sparklers like swords, shouting, "OiOiOiOiOiOi—Stellar Cascade Despair Slash!"
"You’re getting sparks on me!"
Bai Yuyou watched quietly until another sparkler was offered to her. "Here, take this."
Ye Shuang placed it in her hand, his palm warm against hers. She nodded slightly.
She didn’t fully understand the feeling in her chest, but the emotions swirling inside were undeniably comforting.
Then, Aunt Li suddenly pulled out her camera. "Alright, my darlings, look over here~"
"Fugui, wait a sec," Chen Qin said with a smile.
"What?" Fugui peeked over.
"There’s something bigger coming." Chen Qin tapped her phone. A second later, a streak of light shot into the sky—before exploding into a dazzling firework.
The night was momentarily lit up. Chen Qin waved her phone triumphantly. "See? I saved the big ones for last."
"Perfect, perfect! This angle’ll look amazing in photos," Aunt Li said, setting up her camera on a tripod before rushing back into position.
"Okay, everyone—look at the camera!"
"Say cheese!"
As another firework bloomed overhead, the moment was frozen in time.
Ye Shuang glanced away from the spectacle—only to pause when he saw Bai Yuyou. She was smiling at the camera, her eyes shimmering with a soft, gentle light under the fireworks’ glow.
"Ah…" Ye Shuang stared, momentarily stunned. The others soon noticed too, their expressions mirroring his—as if they’d just spotted some rare, protected species.
Finally snapping out of it, Ye Shuang reached over and ruffled Bai Yuyou’s hair before turning to Aunt Li.
"Fugui, one more shot."
"Giggle~ You got it!"
The fireworks continued to sparkle, painting a perfect ending to their journey.

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?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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?"

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.”