The day passed just like that.
"Is it really okay to skip class?" Ye Shuang glanced at the girl beside him, who was engrossed in a fighting game with her controller, and couldn't help but ask. "It's the first day of school, after all. At the very least, you should show up in class to check in or something."
"That kind of thing… doesn’t matter," An Shiyu replied nonchalantly as she effortlessly defeated her opponent.
"You should at least take it a bit seriously."
The girl gave him a deadpan look. "Says the school doctor who’s slacking off with me."
"..." Ye Shuang set down his controller and cleared his throat awkwardly.
"You were the one who said you needed an extra player. I was just being nice."
"More like a punching bag than a player."
"I don’t even play fighting games!" Ye Shuang retorted.
"Then what do you play?" An Shiyu asked casually.
Ye Shuang thought for a moment before answering, "Well… I used to play Pokémon and stuff."
"No wonder Game Freak keeps slacking off and outsourcing without going bankrupt—it’s because of uncles like you funding them."
"..."
Ye Shuang continued pressing buttons on his controller as he fought against An Shiyu, but he didn’t forget to ask, "How’s the other An Shiyu doing?"
"I’m right here, aren’t I?"
"I mean the other one—your twin sister." In the middle of their conversation, Ye Shuang got KO’d again.
"I don’t have a twin. I’m an only child," An Shiyu shot him a glance before turning her attention back to the screen.
Ye Shuang fell silent.
"Then…"
"Is there still a wish list?" he asked.
An Shiyu’s fingers gradually stilled. She paused before saying, "That wasn’t fun, so I stopped."
Ye Shuang: "..."
The two characters on the screen remained motionless, as if they had mutually agreed to a ceasefire.
"I’m tired. Going home." Perhaps unable to bear the strange atmosphere, An Shiyu suddenly dropped her controller, swayed to her feet, and stood up.
"..."
But before leaving, the girl stopped in her tracks.
She turned her head slightly.
"Why do you want to know so much? It’s not exactly a happy story."
"Stop asking about it…"
With that, the door slowly closed behind her, and the sound of An Shiyu’s footsteps faded into the distance.
Ye Shuang gently set down his controller and reached out to press the power button on the console.
He stared quietly at the darkened screen, his faint reflection barely visible on its surface.
"Haah…"
It was true—he had no reason to dig deeper.
But why did it hurt so much?
Ye Shuang genuinely considered that quirky girl a friend. But the things she had gone through…
Was it pity?
...
"Buzz… buzz…" His phone suddenly rang, snapping him out of his thoughts. Dazed, he fumbled in his pockets for a while before realizing his phone was on the desk.
"Is it Yu You?" Ye Shuang picked it up, only to see Chen Qin’s name on the caller ID.
Seeing it was her, he cleared his throat slightly, trying to sound more composed.
"Hello?"
"Ye Shuang, Ye Shuang, guess where I am~~~" Chen Qin’s cheerful voice instantly brightened the mood—somehow, just hearing her made him feel a little better.
Ye Shuang asked, "At home?"
"NopeNopeNopeNope, wrong."
"Don’t tell me you’re at the school gate?"
"Hehehe, bingo! Wow, today’s the first day of school, so it’s packed… When are you coming out? Let’s go for a drive." Chen Qin asked.
"What drive? Isn’t sitting in traffic every day enough for you?" Ye Shuang replied as he grabbed his phone and stood up.
"I’m still at the infirmary. I’ll head out now."
"Okey-dokey."
After sending a quick message to Bai Yuyou and the others, Ye Shuang took off his white coat and hung it up. He only needed to wash it every few days—it wasn’t like it got dirty just sitting in the infirmary.
"Hmm…" Ye Shuang walked toward the door.
The moment he stepped outside, a pair of warm, soft hands covered his eyes, followed by a deliberately hushed voice:
"Guess who~~~"
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Well, this is a tough one." He pretended to think hard before saying, "Hmm, that scent… could it be Xiao Lan?"
"Xiao Lan?" The hands tightened slightly.
"No, no, the softness of these hands… maybe it’s Xiao Li?"
"Oh, Xiao Li?" The fingers pressed down even harder.
Ye Shuang suddenly stopped. "Alright, alright, I know it’s you—"
"Xiao Meng!"
"Crack." The fingers curled into claws, digging into his eye sockets.
"Xiao Meng, huh?!"
"Owowowow…"
Once she let go, Ye Shuang rubbed his eyes and looked at the impeccably dressed, long-haired girl standing beside him. "Seriously… it was just a joke. Did you have to go that far?"
"Hmph, serves you right for throwing out random names like Xiao Lan and Xiao Li," Chen Qin huffed.
"Tch." Ye Shuang sighed and then asked,
"Weren’t you supposed to be waiting at the school gate? Why are you here?"
"It’s called a surprise, got it?"
"Poking my eyes out is your idea of a surprise?"
Chen Qin lifted her chin slightly and pouted. "Well, that’s what happens when someone can’t keep their mouth shut."
Then she asked, "I found this amazing roasted chicken place today. Wanna grab some and catch a movie afterward?"
"Sure, no problem. Should we invite Yu You?"
"Little Bai already has plans today. I checked earlier." Chen Qin waved her phone, showing their chat log.
"Then let’s go." Ye Shuang said.
Chen Qin grinned, flashing her pearly whites. But almost immediately, she seemed to sense something and reached out to touch the area around his eyes.
"Hmm… Ye Shuang, are you feeling down?"
"Ah." He froze for a second before shaking his head. "No, maybe just tired."
"You can’t fool me, you know." Chen Qin smiled knowingly but didn’t press further. She wasn’t the type to push people when they weren’t ready.
"Come on, let’s go. A good roasted chicken will fix that mood right up."
"Mm."
Since Chen Qin had driven over, Ye Shuang didn’t take his own car and instead climbed into her pink Porsche.
Along the way, his thoughts kept drifting back to An Shiyu, leaving him slightly distracted.
Even after getting out of the car, he stared at his shoes for a long time.
"Ye Shuang?"
"Hey, Ye Shuang…" Chen Qin noticed his absentmindedness and blinked.
"Hm? What’s up?" Ye Shuang finally looked up.
But the next moment, he saw Chen Qin crouch down and tie his undone shoelaces into a neat little bow.
Once she stood back up, she flashed him a carefree, sweet smile.
"Let’s go."
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
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?"
