Sunshine Guy rubbed his nose and inadvertently flashed the sports car key dangling from his waist. "What do you mean, 'someone like me' trying to hit on you? Am I not handsome, beautiful?"
An Shiyu didn’t even look up as she continued eating her burger. "Well, I do know some actually good-looking people..."
Sunshine Guy grinned. "Compared to me?"
An Shiyu replied flatly, "Of course they can’t compare to you..."
She paused.
"After all, you look kinda ridiculous."
Sunshine Guy: "..."
Why were the girls at this school so hard to flirt with?
Were sports cars not impressive anymore?
Sure, he’d bought the key off Taobao, but the seller had guaranteed it was a 1:1 replica of the real thing.
Had this girl seen through it?!
Sunshine Guy’s expression twisted into something complicated—like he was constipated and desperate to pee but didn’t want to leave. He just stood there, silently watching An Shiyu eat her lunch.
An Shiyu: "..."
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
Was this guy one of those people who got off on being insulted?
"You still here?" An Shiyu narrowed her eyes, already considering whether to punch him.
Sunshine Guy struck a pose and suddenly asked, "So… how’s my key look?"
"Meh. Probably can’t outrun my Wuling Mini God." An Shiyu shrugged.
Sunshine Guy’s heart skipped a beat.
How could his "sports car" lose to her glorified sardine can?! She’d definitely figured out his key was fake.
Ahem... "Guess I’ve been underestimated," he muttered, running a hand through his bangs.
"Scram. You’re annoying." An Shiyu shooed him away like a fly, her voice dripping with disdain. "So greasy. Disgusting."
The verbal assault hit its mark.
Defeated, Sunshine Guy slunk off.
Just then, Tang Keke walked over with Bai Yuyou in tow, both seemingly finished with lunch.
"An Shiyu, next class is in the big lecture hall. Wanna go together?"
Tang Keke leaned in a little, radiating newfound confidence.
An Shiyu squinted—smack!
"Eek?! Where’d you hit me?!"
"Tch. Just seeing you today pisses me off," An Shiyu deadpanned before asking, "You know what ‘big lecture hall’ means, right?"
Tang Keke rubbed her sore shoulder, confused. "Huh?"
"Well?" An Shiyu glanced at Bai Yuyou beside her.
"Burger..." Bai Yuyou stared intently at the burger in An Shiyu’s hand.
An Shiyu: "..."
Wordlessly, she pulled a fresh McChicken from the bag and tossed it to Bai Yuyou. "Here."
Bai Yuyou caught it but shook her head, offering it back. "It’s your lunch. I can’t take it."
"I’m full. Toss it if you don’t want it." An Shiyu yawned. Only then did Bai Yuyou blink and unwrap it.
"Keke, want some?"
"Huh? We just ate—no way I can fit more." Tang Keke shook her head vigorously. Bai Yuyou began nibbling, her ahoge bouncing with each happy bite.
"Somehow she doesn’t gain weight," An Shiyu mused. "Humans are weird."
Tang Keke sighed. "You are human."
She pressed, "So? What’s the ‘big lecture hall’ thing about?"
"Oh. Forgot."
"Forgot?! It’s been like three seconds!"
"Ugh, screeching like that’ll make me deaf." An Shiyu adopted a valley-girl accent but waved her off. "Big lecture hall… means..."
Tang Keke nodded eagerly. "Yeah, means...?"
An Shiyu solemnly declared, "It’s prime slacking territory."
Tang Keke: "..."
"You’re so lazy." Tang Keke scowled. "How’s skipping class gonna help you learn? Why even bother with school?"
An Shiyu propped her cheek on one hand, smirking. "Oh?↗↘ So your grades are better than mine?"
Tang Keke choked.
The cruelest thing wasn’t struggling academically.
It was watching someone who aced everything without effort—while slacking off.
The injustice of talent.
"Gyaaaaaah!!!!!" The girl snapped. Tang Keke promptly headlocked An Shiyu and dragged her out. "MOVE IT! You’re going to this lecture!"
An Shiyu’s eyes turned to dots as she reached pathetically toward the retreating desk.
"Eh~ My burger..."
"I’ll get it." Bai Yuyou, still munching, grabbed the paper bag.
The trio stepped into the hallway—only to bump into someone.
"S-sorry!" a voice squeaked.
"Hm?"
They turned to see Tao Xiaotao, who looked equally startled by the collision.
"You okay?"
"I’m fine." Tao Xiaotao shook her head—it was just a light bump.
Though she had felt something oddly cushioned, like… balloons.
"Alright! Don’t forget—big lecture hall next!" Tang Keke reminded her, resuming her march with An Shiyu in tow.
Watching them go, Tao Xiaotao clenched her fists, remembering Ye Shuang’s words. Mustering courage, she trotted after them.
"U-um… Can I come too?"
Her voice was soft but clear.
"Of course!" Tang Keke beamed.
"Th-thank you!"
"For what? We’re friends." Keke’s cheerfulness felt almost foreign—she’d seen her past self in Tao Xiaotao.
Sometimes, all it took was a little encouragement… a hand reaching out.
"Okay..." Tao Xiaotao smiled shyly.
Bai Yuyou extended her half-eaten burger. "Tao, want some?"
"Ah, no thanks! I already ate!" Tao Xiaotao waved her hands. It looked delicious, but Ye Shuang had already fed her well.
"Mm." Bai Yuyou retracted her claw and kept eating.
"Let’s go, Tao! Did you bring your book?"
"Oh! My Maoism textbook’s still in the desk!"
"Whatever, we’ll share. It’s a big lecture anyway."
"Really?!"
"Really."
Laughing, the girls chatted as they walked—perhaps the beginning of a bond.
Leaning against the hallway, Ye Shuang watched silently before turning away.
Maybe this is how it starts.
...
...
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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!
