"The issue isn't too serious. It's probably just due to your long-term irregular eating habits. No need to worry," Ye Shuang said as he turned to retrieve medicine from the storage cabinet. He initially considered giving her more but hesitated, eventually only taking a single day's worth.
"This is enough for one day. According to the academy's rules, if you need more, you'll have to come back every day. Understood?" Ye Shuang handed the medicine to Tao Xiaotao and then poured her a glass of warm water. "Have you eaten yet?"
"N-not yet."
Ye Shuang walked over to An Shiyu and took a hamburger from the McDonald's bag beside the computer.
An Shiyu: "?"
"Here," Ye Shuang said. "Take the medicine first, then eat the burger."
"T-that’s not right!" Tao Xiaotao quickly waved her hands in protest. "I can't accept this!"
"It’s fine. We’ve already eaten our fill anyway."
Hearing this, Tao Xiaotao glanced at An Shiyu—only to find the two girls already engrossed in their handheld games, seemingly indifferent to the situation.
"Th-thank you. I’ll pay you back for this," she said.
"No need. You’d be doing me a favor by finishing this burger," Ye Shuang replied with a smile.
"..."
Tao Xiaotao said nothing more. After taking the medicine, she began nibbling on the burger. Perhaps because she was truly hungry, she finished the small burger in just a few bites.
"Remember to come back tomorrow," Ye Shuang said. "You’ll need at least three days' worth of medicine."
"B-but..."
"Your health comes first, and the medicine is free anyway. Just make sure to come," Ye Shuang interrupted.
"Okay, thank you!" Blushing, Tao Xiaotao bowed slightly in gratitude before leaving.
Once the girl was gone, Ye Shuang returned to his seat.
The moment he sat down, two pairs of legs promptly draped themselves over his lap.
"Seriously..." Ye Shuang sighed.
"Compensate me with a McSpicy Chicken Burger. I hadn’t even eaten mine yet," An Shiyu said, eyeing him disdainfully. "No, make it two."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Since when does the academy only dispense one day’s worth of medicine at a time?" the other girl chimed in. "Or is the pervy old man targeting that scrawny little thing now?"
"Am I really that kind of person?" Ye Shuang raised his voice.
Both girls nodded.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"She’s got a stomach condition from pure hunger. Having her come back for medicine these next few days gives me a chance to slip her some lunch too," he explained.
"‘Slip her some lunch’? Treating her like a stray animal now?" An Shiyu rested her cheek on one hand. "Such overflowing kindness..."
She looked away and muttered under her breath, "Not that I dislike it, though."
The other girl mimicked her in a singsong voice, "Ohhh, ‘nooot thaaat I diiiiislike iiit, thooough~’"
"You little—!"
"Hey, hey! If you’re gonna fight, stop throwing kunai around?!"
As chaos erupted in the infirmary, Ye Shuang made his escape.
Breaking up fights between those two required more courage than he had—like trying to separate a pair of rampaging monkeys.
Of course, he’d never let them hear that comparison. After leaving the infirmary, he noted that lunch break was almost over and decided to head to the principal’s office.
He had a card with ten million yuan in his pocket. While it didn’t exactly burn a hole, carrying that much money still felt odd.
"Hello, Dr. Ye."
"Hello."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Ye."
"Good afternoon."
As he walked, numerous students recognized him and greeted him warmly.
"Mr. Ye?" A familiar face suddenly appeared. Ye Shuang paused—it was Chen Yue, a teacher he’d met shortly after joining the school.
[Character: Chen Yue
Yinshan Academy third-year homeroom teacher, Chinese literature instructor, prone to flatulence, recovering from a fracture.]
"Long time no see. How’s your fracture...?" Ye Shuang remembered her falling down the stairs.
"Mostly healed now," Chen Yue replied. Noticing his white coat, she looked puzzled. "Mr. Ye..."
In her memory, Ye Shuang had been a math teacher. It was only after her fall that An Shiyu had helped him land the school physician role.
"I suddenly took an interest in school medicine, so I switched jobs," Ye Shuang said casually.
"Is that so? Impressive," Chen Yue remarked instinctively before asking, "Tenured position?"
Ye Shuang shook his head with a smile. "No."
"Still better than being a homeroom teacher," Chen Yue sighed. "The new semester’s started, and I’ve got another fresh batch of kids to wrangle."
"Let’s just hope they behave during the school trip after the sports festival and don’t give me trouble."
"School trip...?"
Seeing his confusion, Chen Yue explained, "You’re new, so you might not know. The annual school trip happens every November—basically a week-long autumn excursion. We usually go abroad or to another province for educational tours, then write reports afterward."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Seriously? This school’s perks are insane.
No wonder graduates kept saying "Yinshan Academy is my home." With events every month, the students must be living the dream.
"Why didn’t I have this kind of setup back in my day?" he grumbled.
When he was a student, his desk had been buried under mountains of textbooks—endless exams, endless problem sets.
"Whatever." Shaking his head, he said to Chen Yue, "I need to see the principal. Let’s catch up another time."
"Sure, next time."
Chen Yue nodded, watching as Ye Shuang walked away.
Tall, slender, and clad in a white coat—he was undeniably easy on the eyes.
"If only more of the male teachers here were this handsome," she mused aloud.
A voice suddenly spoke up beside her. "Ms. Chen."
"Oh, Luo Xi. Where are you headed?"
"..."
......
Ye Shuang arrived at the principal’s office door. Unsure if the man was in, he knocked.
"Enter."
Inside, Anshi Yilang sat at his desk, holding what appeared to be a photograph. Backlit by the window, the silhouette vaguely resembled a short-haired girl.
"Oh, it’s you, kid." Anshi Yilang glanced up. "Hmph! Even if you beg me personally, I won’t let you marry my little Shiyu so soon!"
Ye Shuang: "..."
"That’s not why I’m here," Ye Shuang clarified.
Anshi Yilang set the photo down and glared. "Don’t tell me you want to marry both Shiyus! Impossible!"
Enough already, you old coot.
Ye Shuang pulled out the ten-million-yuan card. "It’s about this."
"Hah! So that’s it." Anshi Yilang waved a hand dismissively. "Need another ten mil? Just say the word."
"..."
Ye Shuang was convinced this old man’s thought process was fundamentally broken.
No wonder An Shiyu’s logic was equally bizarre.
Like grandfather, like granddaughter.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
'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?"
