"So what should I call you two?" Ye Shuang had rarely seen both fish standing before him at the same time. If not for the system's information, he would never have believed that An Shiyu was actually two people.
And their personalities were practically identical—both spoke in ways that made people want to smack their bottoms.
"Just call us both An Shiyu," one of the fish said lazily, as if it didn’t matter at all.
They had always been one person.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Call me Shadow·An Shiyu," the other girl, lounging on a beanbag, chimed in.
"What kind of chuuni nonsense is that?"
Ye Shuang didn’t want to dwell on it. "I don’t know why you two share one identity, but it doesn’t seem like you plan on appearing together often, right?"
"If that’s the case, I’ll just stick with calling you An Shiyu."
"No, I’ve changed my mind now," An Shiyu said from the side, waving a hand. Two staff members promptly walked in carrying boxes.
Under Ye Shuang’s stunned gaze, the two staff assembled a brand-new PC setup on the desk in just three to four minutes—not only that, but they also brought in an identical beanbag.
Now, Ye Shuang sat in the middle, flanked by the two fish like bodyguards.
Staring at the row of three computers, Ye Shuang was at a loss for words.
After a long silence, he finally managed to say,
"This is a school infirmary, not an internet café."
He couldn’t even imagine a patient walking in to find two identical girls furiously typing away at their keyboards, gaming.
And why did they have to sandwich him in the middle?
"It’s basically the same. Shouldn’t you be grateful to have such adorable twins keeping you company at work?" One of the fish pointed at her own cheek.
"One of you is already enough of a headache," Ye Shuang sighed, rubbing his temples.
The two girls exchanged glances, flashing identical grins with pearly white teeth.
"Then get ready for double the headaches from now on."
"..."
Whatever.
By the way, Ye Shuang decided to call one Little An and the other Little Yu. Even though their surname was An Shiyu, calling one "Little Anshi" sounded weird.
As for telling them apart…
For Ye Shuang, it wasn’t difficult at all. Though it might sound a little rude, the An Shiyu with hyperthymesia had a slightly bigger backpack.
Still, his infirmary was getting stranger by the day—it was starting to feel more like the two fish’s personal hangout spot.
But then again, this place was originally meant for them to slack off anyway.
Well… this kind of atmosphere wasn’t so bad.
……
Meanwhile, in an office at a corporate high-rise far away—
"General Manager Chen," the assistant spoke up.
"Mm, go ahead." Seated in her executive chair, Chen Qin rested her chin on one hand while the other tapped at her MacBook, browsing.
On the screen was a photo of Ye Shuang—though from anyone else’s perspective, it looked like she was focused on work.
If people knew that the famously cold and domineering General Manager Chen was actually a lovesick fool who spent her free time staring at Ye Shuang’s photos, countless hearts in the company would shatter.
"There’s a contract to sign this afternoon regarding the development project in the Bay Area…"
"Mm, got it."
"General Manager Qian of Changcheng Group has invited you to dinner tonight to discuss a new collaboration…"
"Mm, anything else?"
"The Zhao Group you asked me to monitor—it seems internal conflicts led to a broken capital chain, and they’re now insolvent and filing for bankruptcy."
This finally pulled Chen Qin’s attention away from Ye Shuang’s photo. Her sharp eyes lifted to the assistant. "The Zhao Group went bankrupt?"
"Yes. Acting Chairman Tang Hao appears to have already left the country."
Chen Qin let out a soft scoff. "As expected of a bunch of incompetents. Without A’Ye, they couldn’t even last a year."
She hadn’t even bothered targeting the Zhao Group—or rather, she couldn’t be bothered. With her family’s corporate influence, she could’ve easily pressured other businesses into cutting ties with them.
Still, she hadn’t expected their downfall to come so quickly.
"What about Zhao Mengyao?"
"Currently whereabouts unknown." The assistant, aware of Chen Qin’s particular interest in Zhao Mengyao, had looked into it privately.
"Probably hiding from debt collectors now that the company’s gone under, huh?"
Chen Qin picked up her phone, about to message Ye Shuang—but then hesitated. It was work hours. What if she disturbed him? What if he was busy?
Would A’Ye find me annoying?
"Hmm…"
After a moment, she turned back to her assistant. "You can leave for now."
"Understood, General Manager Chen."
Once the office door closed, Chen Qin immediately sent Ye Shuang a message—
Chen Qin: You there?
Chen Qin: Are you GG or MM?
Chen Qin: Got something to tell you.
No response.
Chen Qin thought for a second, then snapped a photo of her black-stockinged legs and sent it.
Chen Qin: blackstockings.jpg
Ye Shuang: Huh?
Instant reply.
Chen Qin: "..."
Chen Qin: Pervert! You horndog!
Ye Shuang: ? You’re the one who sent it?
Chen Qin: Are you saving it right now?
Back in the infirmary, Ye Shuang’s finger paused mid-save. He coughed awkwardly.
Ye Shuang: Perverted? Not sure. But if a flower blooms so beautifully, refusing to admire it would just make me unappreciative of beauty.
Ye Shuang: 45-degree-deep-thought.jpg
Chen Qin’s cheeks flushed pink as she read his reply. She clicked her tongue, then continued typing.
Chen Qin: Got something to tell you.
Ye Shuang: Huh?
Chen Qin: The Zhao Group went bankrupt. Bet you’re thrilled, huh?
Ye Shuang: Oh?
Chen Qin: So calm? Don’t you wanna hear the details? Apparently, internal conflicts, and that Tang Hao guy ran off with the money.
Chen Qin: Useless at business, but first-rate at fleeing.
Ye Shuang: I see…
Ye Shuang: But is the Zhao Group a competitor of yours? What kind of business were they in?
Chen Qin froze, her fingers hovering over the screen.
For some reason, something felt… off about Ye Shuang’s responses.
It almost didn’t sound like him at all.
Could it be…?
Chen Qin: Are you upset?
Ye Shuang: Why would I be upset? I don’t even know the Zhao Group. Or… do I?
Chen Qin: Right, it’s got nothing to do with A’Ye now. Don’t know them, don’t care, hehe.
Chen Qin: Zhao Mengyao’s gone missing too. No idea if she’ll come looking for you—that crazy woman’s capable of anything.
Chen Qin: But don’t worry, I’ve got your back.
A pause, then another message popped up—
Ye Shuang: Who’s Zhao Mengyao?
Chen Qin’s breath hitched.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?"
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.
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.”
