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?
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
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?
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
