"Are there no other adults in your household?" Li Chunhua frowned. He had heard rumors about Bai Yuyou's family situation but always dismissed them as hearsay. It never occurred to him that she might truly be an orphan.
But if she was an orphan, who had handled her enrollment back then? Li Chunhua had been Bai Yuyou’s homeroom teacher for over a year and vaguely recalled a woman handling the paperwork at the time.
"There’s someone at home," Bai Yuyou replied softly, thinking of Ye Shuang.
"Then have your guardian come to the school," Li Chunhua said.
Wu Ya and her friends exchanged odd glances upon hearing that Bai Yuyou had someone at home. But after a moment’s thought, they smirked—even if Bai Yuyou’s family showed up, it would only mean watching that fool get humiliated. Wu Ya was more than happy to witness the spectacle.
With Bai Yuyou’s poor communication skills and no surveillance footage to prove otherwise, not even a miracle could save her now.
When Bai Yuyou heard her teacher’s demand, she hesitated before dialing Ye Shuang’s number.
"What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be in class right now?" Ye Shuang’s voice came through the phone, laced with concern. He could sense something was off—this wasn’t break time.
Bai Yuyou gripped her phone, her voice barely above a whisper. "I messed up… but I didn’t do it. They don’t believe me… and they want you to come to school."
There was a brief pause on the other end before Ye Shuang’s voice softened. "Are you hurt?"
Something about those words made Bai Yuyou’s nose sting. The warmth in his voice stirred something deep inside her—a wave of emotion she couldn’t name, something like helplessness and sorrow.
"I… fell," she admitted.
Ye Shuang’s tone sharpened instantly. "I’ll be right there. Don’t be afraid."
After hanging up, Bai Yuyou looked around at the people surrounding her. For the first time, she felt—
She wasn’t alone anymore.
Ye Shuang arrived at Yinshan Academy faster than expected. He had hoped Bai Yuyou could handle a day of school on her own, but things had clearly gone wrong.
The moment he stepped into the office, his gaze landed on Bai Yuyou—standing isolated, as if all the light in the room refused to touch her.
"Are you okay?"
Ye Shuang strode forward, pulling Bai Yuyou close before positioning himself protectively in front of her. His sharp eyes swept over the crowd.
"What the hell happened?"
The question wasn’t directed at Bai Yuyou but at the people encircling her. Standing behind Ye Shuang, Bai Yuyou stared at his broad back, feeling an overwhelming sense of safety.
"You’re Bai Yuyou’s guardian?" Li Chunhua asked.
"Yes," Ye Shuang confirmed.
"Tch. Look how your kid turned out—a pathological liar," the biology teacher sneered, clearly relishing the drama.
Ye Shuang’s gaze flicked toward him. "A liar? And what exactly are you?"
The teacher’s face twisted in outrage before he launched into a retelling of the incident, with Wu Ya and her friends eagerly chiming in to corroborate.
"So, no concrete evidence then?" Ye Shuang remarked coolly.
"No evidence? We have eyewitnesses and physical proof!" the biology teacher snapped. "Are you seriously going to deny it?"
Ye Shuang barely spared him a glance. "That’s your idea of evidence?"
"Of course it is!"
"Then if I stuff a pair of girls’ underwear into your desk and get a few students to back me up, does that make it evidence too? Eyewitnesses and physical proof, just like you said—since someone ‘saw’ it and the underwear was ‘found’ in your possession."
He tilted his head. "What, are you going to deny it now?"
The teacher gaped, speechless.
"What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Ye Shuang pressed. "Speak up."
The biology teacher’s face flushed red with frustration, unable to counter Ye Shuang’s logic.
"And you—you’re the so-called eyewitnesses?" Ye Shuang turned to Wu Ya and her friends, smiling faintly. "You really saw everything?"
Wu Ya suddenly realized this man wasn’t someone to be trifled with. Since when did Bai Yuyou have someone like this in her life?
But she smirked anyway. "Yeah, I saw it. What are you gonna do about it?"
As long as she stuck to her story, there was nothing he could do.
SMACK!
The next second, Ye Shuang’s palm connected with her face—the sound echoing through the entire office.
Wu Ya staggered, her cheek burning. The shock wasn’t just hers—every teacher and student in the room froze.
What… just happened?
"You—you hit me?!" Wu Ya shrieked.
True to her volatile nature, she lunged at Ye Shuang, clawing a bloody streak down his face.
Ye Shuang didn’t flinch. Instead, he delivered another slap—this time with full force—sending Wu Ya crashing to the floor with a howl of pain.
Li Chunhua and the other teachers finally snapped out of their daze, rushing to restrain Ye Shuang.
"Sir, calm down!"
But Ye Shuang remained eerily composed. "Let go first," he said, his voice chillingly calm.
The teachers hesitated. They had expected fury, but this icy detachment threw them off.
Just what was this guy’s deal?
Was he angry or not?
"I’m calling the police!" Wu Ya whimpered, her face swollen like a pig’s. But when she met Ye Shuang’s cold, indifferent gaze, a wave of terror washed over her. Still, she forced out, "I’ll report you!"
"Good. I want the police here too," Ye Shuang replied evenly.
The room fell silent again. Was this guy serious?
Did he not care about getting arrested?
"There may not be cameras in the biology lab, but the hallways and stairwells have them. A quick check of the surveillance footage will clear things up," Ye Shuang continued, unfazed.
"And let’s dust those specimen jars and cabinets for fingerprints. The police can handle that. I guarantee Bai Yuyou’s prints won’t be on them—but as for whose will be…"
His gaze locked onto the group of girls, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? Unless your ‘eyewitnesses’ made a habit of touching the lab equipment, in which case, enjoy your criminal records. Say goodbye to your diplomas too."
Of course, Ye Shuang was exaggerating—this was all just a bluff to scare them.
The girls had already been frightened when they saw Wu Ya getting hit. Now, provoked by Ye Shuang's words and terrified at the thought of going to jail, one student immediately blurted out in fear,
"It—it was all Wu Ya who made us say those things! We didn’t actually do any of it!"
Wu Ya’s eyes widened in shock—she never expected to be betrayed so outright.
Once one spoke up, the others quickly followed, each claiming innocence and pinning the blame solely on Wu Ya.
In an instant, the teachers nearby understood exactly what had happened, their gazes burning with anger as they glared at the students.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou, who had been hiding behind Ye Shuang the whole time, stared in awe as Ye Shuang effortlessly took control of the situation.
So this was the power of having someone dependable by your side?
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?"
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)
