Since the day she agreed, An Shiyu seemed to vanish without a trace. Over a month passed without any news from her, and even when Ye Shuang sent messages, there was no response.
The girl's appearance felt like a dream, dissipating with the summer breeze, disappearing silently without a sound.
The sky remained just as clear, yet the faint sunlight seemed unable to pierce through the gloom in his heart.
Life had to go on.
And just like that, the summer vacation ended quietly.
Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke, now fourth-year students at Yinshan Academy, both chose to major in Business Administration. Initially, Bai Yuyou had wanted to pursue a music-related major—though her grades were excellent, Yinshan Academy's music programs had strict requirements for instrument proficiency and music theory. So, the girl decided to accompany Tang Keke in studying Business Administration for the time being.
Today was the first day of the new semester.
September in Haizhu City was still scorching hot, with no signs of autumn in sight. In this city, there was essentially only one season.
Summer, and occasionally a summer where you had to wear long sleeves.
If no cold fronts came down from the north, Haizhu City residents could practically wear shorts and T-shirts all year round.
"Starting today, you're officially university students. Aside from your fellow Yinshan Academy graduates, there will also be many who got in through the college entrance exams," Ye Shuang said, reminding the two girls standing before him.
"Don’t put too much pressure on yourselves. Just enjoy the next four years of student life."
"Join study groups, make friends at social events—whatever you like."
The two long-haired girls smiled in response. Bai Yuyou’s complexion had regained its fairness after a month of recovery, while Tang Keke looked much the same, her appearance inexplicably giving off a Hawaiian vibe.
Well, everyone’s body reacts differently.
"Hmm, the academy is great in every way, except that even fourth-years have to wear uniforms…" Ye Shuang adjusted the badge on Bai Yuyou’s chest, marking her as a fourth-year student. The uniform, paired with a pleated skirt, was at least decent—designed by the old man An Shi, it balanced gentlemanly aesthetics with some eye-catching flair.
"Alright, big bro, we’re off!"
"We’re leaving."
"Mm." Ye Shuang stood at the doorway. Just before Bai Yuyou left, she seemed to want a hug for an energy boost—but at the last second, she stopped herself, instead grabbing Tang Keke’s hand and walking away.
Ye Shuang: "?"
Though he didn’t understand what Bai Yuyou’s arm motion meant, he simply smiled and watched the two girls go.
As the elevator doors closed, their voices faintly drifted over.
"Yuyou, what about your daily Ye Shuang energy recharge?"
"No…" The rest was cut off as the elevator shut.
Ye Shuang lingered at the door for a moment, only closing it after hearing the plump cat, Fat Wan, meowing at his feet.
"Ha, time to update the novel." Ye Shuang settled into his daily writing routine. Lately, he’d noticed an anime YouTuber called "Roundtable Anime" had created a chibi-style animation based on his story. Watching his own plot unfold with live comments was surprisingly fun.
Just not spicy enough (not that he’d admit it).
"Better keep updating." Ye Shuang tapped away at the keyboard, but when he reached a part involving An Shiyu, he paused, resting his chin on his hand as his gaze drifted to his phone.
Had something really happened to her?
Or would she kick the door open one day when he least expected it, greeting him with a casual "Yo"?
"She’s such an unpredictable person—not that I dislike that about her." Shaking his head, he finished the remaining words and uploaded the chapter.
A glance at his recent earnings made him wince.
If only some kind readers would toss in a few free gifts…
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After updating, Ye Shuang drove to Yinshan Academy.
Through the car window, he saw the bustling entrance—local students mingled with out-of-towners escorted by parents. Vendors lined the sidewalks, selling daily necessities for dorm life.
"So many people." He wondered if he should continue working as the school doctor.
Bai Yuyou was more independent now, and with her moving up alongside Tang Keke, she wouldn’t be stuck with the same problematic classmates. Her campus life should go smoothly.
Still, he didn’t dislike the job. In fact, he quite enjoyed the leisurely pace.
"Guess I’ll stick with it a while longer." Parking in his usual spot, he noticed the empty space beside his car—no familiar "Spicy Fish Head" vehicle in sight. After a brief pause, he locked the car and headed upstairs.
Click.
The key turned, and the familiar scent of disinfectant greeted him as he opened the door to the third infirmary.
Nothing had changed. It was just a summer break, after all—no earth-shattering transformations here.
His usual chair sat beside the recliner, untouched.
The room was dim. After setting his things down, he walked to the window and pulled open the curtains. Sunlight poured in with a swish.
Tweet!
A few small birds hopped onto the windowsill, chirping excitedly.
"Ah… almost forgot about you guys." Ye Shuang rummaged through his pockets and found a packet of mini bread rolls for the pigeons he occasionally fed.
"This is all I’ve got."
He tore the bread into tiny crumbs.
Coo.
Coo-coo-coo—
Just as he watched the birds peck away, a loud bang came from behind. Startled, he turned to see a short-haired girl frozen mid-kick, her leg still raised.
"Yo."
The pigeons flapped away in alarm. Ye Shuang: "…"
After a few seconds of stunned silence, he sighed. "Could you not break the door?"
"Just fix it if it’s broken," An Shiyu said casually, plopping onto the recliner.
Ye Shuang pocketed the remaining bread and returned to his seat, slipping on his white coat.
His gaze drifted to An Shiyu, who was already booting up the computer—same as always, gaming the moment she stepped into the infirmary, skipping the opening ceremony without a second thought.
He watched her quietly until the screen lit up, then finally asked,
"Where is she?"
An Shiyu paused, turning her head slightly.
"Who?"
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
