Ye Shuang said, "Ten million is too much, I don’t need this."
"You…" Anshi Yilang seemed slightly surprised as he looked Ye Shuang up and down before nodding in satisfaction. "Modesty is a virtue, but a man should still take what he deserves."
"This money isn’t just a reward for saving Little Yu—it’s also recognition for your contributions to society and the world."
Ye Shuang: "…"
"I already know. You anonymously donated your research findings to medical institutions without conditions," Anshi Yilang said. "With that kind of selfless spirit, I admit you’re qualified to compete for my granddaughter’s hand."
"And when did I ever say I wanted to be your grandson-in-law?" Ye Shuang sighed.
"What? Are you saying my Little Yu isn’t good enough for you?!"
"Here we go again…" Ye Shuang pinched the bridge of his nose, not wanting to trigger the old man’s usual spiel about how adorable his granddaughter was, like some NPC dialogue.
As for that research report, Ye Shuang had indeed anonymously sent it to medical institutions. He wasn’t sure how Anshi Yilang had found out, but given the current treatment methods, it wasn’t surprising the old man had connected the dots.
After all…
Being able to cure An Shiyu without a heart transplant was something only he could do. He hadn’t kept the knowledge to himself—he’d compiled the data and shared it precisely to save more people like An Shiyu.
Ye Shuang looked at the bank card in his hand and knew Anshi Yilang wouldn’t take it back today.
Ten million…
Should he start a company and invest it…?
Ye Shuang suddenly shook his head. No, that would just be repeating the past.
The past…
The past…
Had he run a company before?
For a moment, Ye Shuang’s gaze turned distant, but then clarity returned. "Right, I helped Chen Qin back then."
"Kid, once Little Yu graduates, you’re coming back with us to our hometown in Japan to get married. But don’t expect her to take your surname," Anshi Yilang declared, crossing his arms.
Ye Shuang blinked. "I never said I wanted to be your grandson-in-law—"
"What, are you saying my Little Yu isn’t—"
Before the old man could finish his usual refrain, Ye Shuang quickly made his escape. "See you next time, old man."
Watching him leave, Anshi Yilang leaned back in his chair and exhaled. "That brat."
"If it weren’t for the fact that the other Little Yu is only ten—though she looks mature—I might’ve considered both…"
"…"
He fell silent again, sighing softly. "That child… it’s not an emergency yet, but her condition is still a serious problem."
"…"
"Kid, can you work another miracle for me?"
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That afternoon, in the Light Music Club.
"Yo yo, check it out—Tang Keke shines the brightest!" With a burst of guitar riffs, Tang Keke strummed her electric guitar, humming and singing.
"Ta-da!"
"Clap clap clap!" Applause followed as the song ended.
"Brother, wasn’t I super amazing?!"
"Even if it was just one-button playback, your enthusiasm was impressive," Ye Shuang said with a smile. After all, the most important thing in music was passion—and Tang Keke had only joined the club to be with Bai Yuyou.
Keke was overcoming her timid nature, and Yuyou was gradually opening up. Ye Shuang truly hoped they could stay like this—unchanged and happy.
Walking the same path made you companions, but walking different paths while still moving forward together—that was true friendship.
A tug on his sleeve.
Ye Shuang turned to see Bai Yuyou holding her guitar. "I’ve improved too."
Seeing her expectant expression, Ye Shuang reached out and ruffled her hair. She immediately leaned into his touch like a contented kitten.
"How are things with your classmates lately?" Ye Shuang asked.
"…"
Bai Yuyou hesitated. "Okay."
"Actually, because Yuyou’s too popular, some of the regular classmates keep their distance," Tang Keke chimed in. Still, it was much better than how things had been in their third year.
"It’s fine. Once they spend more time with you, they’ll see how sweet our Yuyou is," Ye Shuang said, continuing to pat her head. She nuzzled his palm affectionately.
"The school sports festival’s coming up, right? A good showing there should help," Ye Shuang added. "What events did you sign up for?"
"Long-distance relay, long jump, high jump, three-legged race, sprint," Bai Yuyou listed.
Ye Shuang stared. "That many?"
"Must win," the girl declared.
Ye Shuang blinked. So confident?
"Yeah, because Keke said if we win, Ye Shuang—" Before Bai Yuyou could finish, a hand covered her mouth. Tang Keke popped up behind her with a grin.
"Brother, I signed up too!"
Ye Shuang smiled. "For what?"
"Long-distance relay and three-legged race," Tang Keke said.
"And you guys?" Ye Shuang glanced at Zhixia and the others.
"I’m not great with stamina, so I didn’t. But Linlin’s doing the 800-meter," Zhixia said cheerfully. Linlin looked surprised Bai Yuyou had taken on so much.
"Yuyou, are you sure you’re okay?"
"Mm."
"An Shiyu, what about you?" Tang Keke called to the short-haired girl lounging on the sofa, glued to her drama.
"Meh. Doesn’t matter. I’ll win whatever I join," An Shiyu drawled.
Tang Keke gasped dramatically. "Oh? Could it be Miss An Shiyu is too scared to compete?"
"Big-chest, did you know I’ve won the sprint, long-distance, and long jump for three years straight?" An Shiyu pinched Tang Keke’s backpack. "Tsk. Try not to drag the relay team down."
"Hey! What’s your problem?!" Tang Keke yanked her bag away.
"You’ve competed before?" Ye Shuang asked, surprised.
"Eh. The old man paid me to," An Shiyu waved a hand. "No money, no run."
Tang Keke muttered, "Lazy people like you winning—all the hardworking ones would cry."
"You think I didn’t work hard?" An Shiyu propped her chin on her hand. "When I was five, I fought off ten wild wolves. You were still learning 1+1."
"That was a game, wasn’t it?!"
Watching Tang Keke and An Shiyu bicker, Ye Shuang shook his head fondly. He turned back to Bai Yuyou.
"I’ll be there to watch."
"Then I’ll do my best… not to disappoint you," Bai Yuyou murmured.
"Just give it your all. There’s no such thing as disappointment," Ye Shuang reassured her. Just then, her phone buzzed.
Bai Yuyou pulled it out—the screen read "Mother."
Mother: Heard your school’s having a sports festival?
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
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?"
