The next morning.
"Military training, ugh... I just managed to get my skin a little fairer." At the dining table, Tang Keke pouted miserably but still stuffed her mouth with breakfast.
"It'll get fair again," Bai Yuyou comforted her, even reaching out to pat her back.
But as she patted, she suddenly started fiddling with the strap inside Keke's clothes like it was amusing.
"What are you doing?"
"You wouldn’t understand my pain—someone who gets fair again in just a few days... It hurts, it hurts so much. I’m gonna start washing kelp." Tang Keke gnawed on her toast and slapped her schoolbag.
The gap between people is just too unfair.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang, who was nearby, smiled and said, "The training won’t last long. It should be fine."
With that, he tossed a lemon to the girl.
"Here."
"A lemon?" Tang Keke held the yellow fruit.
"Eating more lemons can help you recover," Ye Shuang explained.
"So sour..." Keke’s head immediately shook like a rattle drum.
Soon, the two girls were ready for school. But before leaving, Bai Yuyou silently stared at Ye Shuang’s chest, as if holding something back.
Her expressionless face even started twitching.
"I... I’m leaving now," Bai Yuyou suddenly said, her voice louder than usual.
Ye Shuang, standing at the door, paused for a moment before smiling and ruffling her hair. "Mm, be careful on the way."
Bai Yuyou turned like a robot. "Le... leaving!"
"Alright, big bro, we’re off!" Keke also smiled.
"Mm."
After watching the two girls step into the elevator, Ye Shuang slowly withdrew his gaze and returned to the dining table to clean up the dishes.
"Military training..."
Ye Shuang wondered if he should buy them some sunscreen or something. But then again, it was only a few days.
Given Yinshan Academy’s laid-back school culture, the students might not even train under the sun.
"Probably unnecessary, right?"
After tidying up, Ye Shuang sat at his desk and started his daily writing work.
Lately, he had even drawn some chibi-style illustrations of the main characters. If only his lovely readers could appreciate his effort and maybe recommend his book in the recommendations section or toss him a small free gift...
Heh.
Time flew by. After finishing today’s update, Ye Shuang drove to the academy.
Parking his car, he noticed the familiar "spicy fish head" car already in its usual spot. Remembering last night’s events, he even wondered how An Shiyu would question him when they met.
Shaking his head, Ye Shuang took the elevator to the infirmary.
Before even entering, his footsteps halted—he heard strange noises coming from inside.
"Hng hng hng ahhhh..."
"Huh?" He blinked, then quickened his pace into the infirmary. What greeted him was a boy lying on the bed, while An Shiyu, clad in a white coat, stood on the other side holding a bottle of medicine.
The coat was Ye Shuang’s, and on An Shiyu’s slender frame, it looked ridiculously oversized, the hem nearly reaching her calves.
"Yo?" An Shiyu turned her head and greeted him.
"Are you... treating someone?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Yep. Since you weren’t on duty," An Shiyu waved the bottle. "It’s pretty fun—one swipe, one scream."
Ye Shuang was speechless. Were you treating this guy like a screaming chicken toy?!
The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide at An Shiyu, as if seeing something unbelievable.
"Y-you... you’re not the school nurse?!"
An Shiyu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Did I forget to mention I’m not the school nurse?"
"No, you didn’t!" The boy’s eyes rolled back as if about to faint.
Ye Shuang hurried over. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I... I think I saw my long-dead uncle waving at me from the other side of the river..."
"Calm down... You just have minor injuries."
"He’s talking to me..."
"Is he telling you to go back?"
"He said, ‘What you love is your life.’"
Ye Shuang: "..."
What kind of uncle is that?!
An Shiyu draped a white cloth over the boy’s face, her eyes turning into dots. "He’s passed on."
Don’t just declare someone dead like that!
Rubbing his temples, Ye Shuang checked the boy’s condition—just some minor scrapes. An Shiyu had used the right medicine, probably mimicking how he usually treated patients.
"Alright, go rest now."
The boy limped away, looking miserable. "She... she was so rough with the medicine..."
"It’s fine. Next time, I’ll be gentler. Come again~"
"There’s gonna be a next time?!"
After seeing the boy off, An Shiyu stood beside Ye Shuang, hands in the coat pockets, and remarked,
"What an exhilarating treatment session."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Alright, give me back my coat."
He reached for An Shiyu, but she slipped away like an eel, dodging every attempt.
An Shiyu tilted her chin up, looking almost smug.
"Hmph. Is that all you’ve got? Show me your true power, Ye-san!"
"Had enough fun? Get down from the bed already." Ye Shuang massaged his temples as he watched the cherry blossom girl spouting chuunibyou lines from atop the bed.
An Shiyu hopped down and tossed the coat at him.
"Done playing."
"Don’t just throw my work clothes around." Ye Shuang caught it and noticed it was warm, carrying a faint fragrance.
But he didn’t dwell on it, just shook it out and put it on.
After that boy’s ordeal, the infirmary was bound to get some weird rumors again.
Sitting down, An Shiyu quickly settled into silence.
But as she fiddled with her phone, she suddenly handed him a notebook. "Hey, old man, do me a favor."
"What?" Ye Shuang took it instinctively and flipped it open, confused.
The next second, the contents made him rub his eyes, as if he’d seen wrong.
Old man, subway, phone.
"What’s this?"
"Read it out loud for me."
"To who?"
"Anyone."
"I don’t want to." Ye Shuang’s lips twitched as he looked at the contents, his entire body radiating refusal.
"I’ll let you play with my legs." An Shiyu stretched a foot toward him.
"No."
"I’m wearing white thigh-highs."
"It’s not about the legs?!"
"Tch. What, you want something else?" An Shiyu crossed her arms, as if questioning his morals.
Ye Shuang: "..."
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)
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!"
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.
