"Beep."
Turning on the air conditioner, Ye Shuang burrowed himself under the blankets, his mind blissfully empty. Though his body wasn’t exhausted, a relentless wave of mental fatigue washed over him. Now that the tension had finally snapped, he didn’t want to think about anything at all.
He wanted to be an amoeba.
But then the blankets rustled, and a girl squirmed her way toward him like a snail before flopping onto his chest, exhaling as if she’d just surfaced from drowning. Soft and warm, she settled against him. Ye Shuang opened his eyes to find Bai Yuyou peering down at him curiously.
"What’s wrong?" he asked.
"Ye Shuang tired?" she murmured.
"Yeah… kinda. Maybe tired, maybe not." He closed his eyes again, only to feel Bai Yuyou shift beside him, lying down properly this time.
A moment later, his face was pressed against something pillowy.
He opened his eyes again. "…"
"Yuyou?"
"Keke said this helps with tiredness," Bai Yuyou explained, cradling his head in her arms while gently stroking his hair.
Surrounded by the floral scent of her skin and the warmth of her embrace, drowsiness overtook him. Before he knew it, he’d drifted off, letting the girl hold him as he slept.
……
As everyone knows, humans spend a third of their lives asleep.
Whether for growth or recovery, sleep plays a vital role.
"So… Brother slept the entire day and still hasn’t woken up?" That evening, Tang Keke sat at the dining table, munching on food as she processed the fact that Ye Shuang had been out cold since morning.
"Mn. Ye Shuang tired," Bai Yuyou confirmed between bites of her towering rice bowl. She’d made dinner tonight, and as usual, Keke had come over to freeload—though she’d brought plenty of ingredients with her.
"Probably stayed up all night," Keke mused. "Didn’t he go out with An Shiyu yesterday?"
"Mn."
"Tsk… out with a girl, then up all night?" Keke suddenly sucked in a sharp breath, as if realizing something earth-shattering.
She slammed the table.
"Oh no, we’ve been infiltrated!"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head. "?"
"Don’t worry, Yuyou! Even if there’s another rival, I’ll help you win Brother over," Keke declared solemnly. "This is a battle of endurance!"
Though Bai Yuyou didn’t quite understand what "another rival" meant, she nodded anyway. "Oh…"
By the time Ye Shuang woke up, it was already Monday morning.
He sat up slowly, rolling his stiff neck before calling out, "Smart Speaker."
"Here," answered the AI device on his nightstand.
"What time is it?"
"Master, it is currently 10:30 AM. By subscribing to Smart Speaker Premium, you can enjoy—"
"Shut up."
"Understood, Master."
Ye Shuang leaned back against the headboard, letting himself ease into wakefulness.
So he’d only slept two hours? All that time-jumping had left him disoriented, unable to distinguish past from present.
He couldn’t tell anymore.
The quiet apartment around him offered some semblance of reality.
Getting up, he headed to the bathroom to wash up. Staring at his reflection, he touched his jaw—but his face hadn’t changed at all.
Even if he looked the same, didn’t his mental age technically make him 47 now?
"Feels like I forgot something…" He rinsed the toothpaste from his mouth, dismissing the thought as a momentary lapse.
At the dining table, he found a plate of breakfast wrapped in cling film and a small note beside it.
【(。•ω•。)♡ Went to school. Eat well~】
"She even left me breakfast now?" Ye Shuang chuckled, pressing a hand to the plate—still slightly warm.
Wait.
"School?" He glanced at the clock. "Isn’t today Sunday?"
"…"
"I slept a whole day?!"
It wasn’t until after breakfast that he fully accepted it.
"Ah well… better than sleeping forever." He pondered what to do next.
Right, work.
And…
Writing?
Sitting at his desk, Ye Shuang stared blankly at the screen. The words looked almost unfamiliar—as if he couldn’t believe he’d written them himself.
"After all these years without updates, my readers probably gave up…" But then he noticed the last update was just two days ago.
Ye Shuang: "…"
Rubbing his temples, he laughed at himself.
His brain really was a mess. It’d take time to readjust.
"Time to write. Hope those lovely readers will still toss me some free gifts." He skimmed through the previous chapters before diving back in.
……
After finishing his writing session, Ye Shuang drove to the academy. Pushing open the infirmary door, he found the usual spot empty.
The beanbag chair was vacant. The gaming console was cold.
He stood there, silent, his deep eyes unreadable.
Until—
"Oi. Blocking the door?"
Ye Shuang turned. Behind him stood a short-haired girl with her hands in her pockets. She sidestepped him and plopped onto the beanbag.
"Where’s the other one?" Recognizing her as the An Shiyu with hyperthymesia, he asked, "How’s she doing? Still in the hospital?"
"Her?"
This time, An Shiyu didn’t deflect or deny the other girl’s existence. She just shrugged.
"Behind you."
Ye Shuang froze. Turning slowly, he saw another short-haired girl—thinner, paler—standing there. She seemed to have so much to say, yet all that came out was a quiet chuckle.
"Yo."
Ye Shuang’s body locked up, his gaze lingering on her for a long moment.
Then a breeze brushed past, and he finally exhaled. All the struggles, all the effort—it all melted into a soft, relieved smile.
"As long as you’re okay."
"That’s enough."
An Shiyu: "…"
For some reason, it felt like they hadn’t seen each other in years. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
"Mm…"
"Don’t know how you pulled it off, but… thanks." Her voice dropped to a murmur, something like a dialect, too quiet for him to catch.
"Don’t mention it."
Meanwhile, the other girl on the beanbag rested her chin on her hand, watching the two by the door with an unreadable expression.
But maybe… this was the best ending they could’ve hoped for?
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?"
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)
