After adding Master An's alternate account to the blacklist, the matter with Chen Hai was temporarily put to rest.
Today marked the opening day of the school sports festival. Since it also doubled as a parents' open day, the atmosphere was especially lively. The stands were packed to the brim with people, a sea of heads and waving flags.
"Heh, heh, hup!"
Inside the Light Music Club's activity room, Bai Yuyou was stretching her legs with Tang Keke's help. Her waist-length hair was tied into a ponytail, and she had changed into more comfortable sneakers.
"Just relax and do your best. Ranking doesn't matter," Ye Shuang said as he crouched down to tie her shoelaces. The girl was wearing athletic shorts, and from this close, he noticed how impossibly fair her calves were—so pale that even the fine hairs were barely visible.
"Okay."
Tang Keke giggled beside them. "Yuyou's athletic skills are seriously impressive. Even the teachers have praised her."
"The teachers praised your athleticism?" Ye Shuang straightened up, looking slightly surprised.
"Mm." As if to demonstrate, Bai Yuyou flipped nimbly into a handstand, balancing steadily against the wall.
"Ooooh—" Everyone clapped in admiration.
But the next second, her T-shirt slid down, revealing her navel and sports bra—the hem even covering her head.
"I can't see…" she mumbled.
"Get down now. No more handstands," Ye Shuang quickly helped her back to her feet.
Zhixia and Linlin weren’t in the activity room at the moment. Though they weren’t participating in the sports festival, they had other tasks to handle. On the first morning of the event, the only competition the girls were involved in was the relay race.
"An Shiyu, you’re not joining?" Ye Shuang asked the girl lounging in the corner.
An Shiyu lay sprawled on the sofa, her body hidden behind the armrest with only her legs dangling lazily. Her voice was just as languid. "Relay races… I don’t wanna be dragged down by deadweight teammates."
Tang Keke blinked. "Are you talking about me…?"
"You figured it out?"
"Hey! You are talking about me!!!"
As Tang Keke and An Shiyu started bickering, Ye Shuang focused on helping Bai Yuyou get into the right mindset. Though he claimed rankings didn’t matter, that didn’t mean he didn’t want to see her shine on the field.
Watching her perform brilliantly was something to be proud of.
"Ye Shuang… I want a hug," Bai Yuyou suddenly said.
"Hm? Why?"
She stretched out her arms. "Hugging gives me energy."
Ye Shuang chuckled and pulled her slender frame into his arms, giving her a firm squeeze. "Better? Feel energized now?"
"No. Not long enough." Her expression remained blank. "Charging… takes time."
"Alright." He continued holding her.
A few seconds later, "Done?"
"I didn’t bring fast charging today," Bai Yuyou replied.
Ye Shuang couldn’t help but laugh. This girl was even making up excuses about charging speeds now. But considering it was the sports festival, he indulged her clinginess to boost her morale.
As he gently stroked the back of her head, she suddenly murmured, "Charging stopped halfway."
"Stopped? Need some extra conditions?" he teased.
Bai Yuyou lifted her face from his chest and said, "Need a kiss."
"Pushing your luck, aren’t you?"
"I’ll be too tired to run later," she countered immediately.
With a sigh, Ye Shuang pressed a light kiss to her forehead. "There."
Bai Yuyou knew not to push further, but she still asked, "After running… showering is tiring. I won’t have energy… Tonight, let’s shower together. Ye Shuang can wash me."
Ye Shuang: "…"
This girl… was she getting sneakier?
He had noticed Bai Yuyou wasn’t as easy to placate as before. Her mind was clearly maturing along with her awareness.
"No can do."
"Ye Shuang promised before. If I did well, we could shower together," she muttered. "Ye Shuang… is a liar."
She was referring to an old promise from back when Bai Yuyou was still called "Stinky Girl" at school. Ye Shuang had only said it to encourage her then—never expecting her to bring it up now.
"Bold words, Yuyou." He pinched her soft cheeks and stretched them playfully. The girl didn’t resist, obediently letting him squish her face, even leaning in closer.
"Fine, we’ll talk about it after the race," Ye Shuang conceded.
"Promise?" she pressed.
"Mm… yeah."
He couldn’t shake the feeling he’d walked right into her trap. Did Tang Keke teach her this?
Checking the time, he noted they’d need to head to the track soon. With so many students, events were held in batches across multiple venues.
"Keke, time to go. The relay’s about to start," Ye Shuang called to the two girls still roughhousing.
Tang Keke was currently locked in An Shiyu’s grip but managed to reply,
"O-okay, just—ah! Eek!!!"
"Tch. Stop groping around," An Shiyu deadpanned.
"Groping?! There’s nothing there—eek?! Why’d you squeeze harder?!!"
After another round of chaos, they finally locked the activity room and left.
Judging by Tang Keke and An Shiyu’s disheveled hair, their tussle hadn’t been gentle—though Ye Shuang figured An Shiyu had held back. She wouldn’t use any serious moves in a playful scuffle.
Just then, Bai Yuyou’s phone vibrated.
Though it was hers, Ye Shuang was holding it since she couldn’t carry it while running.
He glanced at the screen—
Mom: Sweetie, something came up. I might not make it in time.
Ye Shuang: "…"
Is Aunt Xian really that busy?
"What’s the message?" Bai Yuyou tilted her head, noticing his expression.
Ye Shuang smiled gently and pocketed the phone. "Just an ad. Nothing important."
"Oh."
"Ye Shuang… will she come later?" Bai Yuyou asked quietly.
He knew who she meant.
Did she sense it?
"I think she will. Don’t worry," he reassured her. "I’ll be watching closely too."
Bai Yuyou nodded softly.
"Mm…"
"If Mom doesn’t come… it’s okay." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Because… I have Ye Shuang."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
