Bai Yuyou stood in her position under the blazing sun, the scorching rubber track emitting a peculiar burnt-plastic odor mixed with the faint scent of dust.
"Run faster," Bai Yuyou thought.
Numerous gazes seemed to linger on her. The girl glanced around nervously—perhaps it was her first time standing before such a large audience, and her heart began to flutter uneasily.
She… didn’t seem to be here.
Where’s Ye Shuang?
I want to see Ye Shuang…
"Bang!" The sound of the starting gun jolted Bai Yuyou’s heart in sync with the shot.
For a moment, she felt lost, the suffocating heat only amplifying her restlessness.
"Ye Shuang…"
Just then, a flag suddenly rose in the distance!
[❤ Bai Yuyou ❤]
As the flag waved, Bai Yuyou instantly spotted Ye Shuang standing in the bleachers amidst the crowd of five or six thousand.
Though she couldn’t quite make out his expression, she knew without a doubt it was him.
"……" Like a drifting boat finding harbor, Bai Yuyou gave a slight nod in his direction before focusing entirely on the race.
She had to perform well.
Victory was a must!
The relay had four legs, with Bai Yuyou anchoring the final 100-meter sprint.
Tang Keke was the third runner.
As her turn approached, Tang Keke also seemed tense.
"Currently, Class 5 from Business Administration is leading—oh! Class 1 is right behind them! The other classes aren’t backing down either!" The commentator’s voice rang out excitedly.
Now it was time for the third leg.
"Class 5 reaches the third leg first! Followed by Class 1… Oh no, looks like a minor mishap!"
"Keke!"
Bai Yuyou noticed Tang Keke tripping flat on the ground—whether from leaning too far forward or losing balance, she fell right at the start!
"Ooooh, that’s gotta hurt!"
"Damn, a faceplant like that?"
"Yikes."
Tang Keke scrambled up quickly, gritting her teeth against the pain as she began running.
But the fall had taken its toll—her pace was sluggish, her movements strained.
"Ugh… I’ve totally embarrassed myself," Tang Keke whimpered, her face crumpling.
Still, she pushed forward with all her might.
By now, the other classes had caught up, overtaking Tang Keke—by the time Bai Yuyou was about to take the baton, Class 1 had fallen to last place.
Strangely, no one was watching the leaders anymore. All eyes were on Tang Keke.
Because…
Bouncing slimes!!!
"Ohhhh~" A chorus of male voices erupted.
"Sorry, Yuyou!" Tang Keke sobbed as she finally reached the handoff zone.
Snap.
Bai Yuyou firmly gripped the baton and said earnestly, "Keke, don’t worry… leave it to me!"
"Yuyou…"
With that, Bai Yuyou shot forward. As the anchor, every runner was giving their all.
"Looks like Class 5 is about to clinch first—wait, what’s this?!"
"It’s—it’s Class 1! Their anchor is catching up!!"
"Holy crap, she’s fast?!" The crowd quickly noticed the girl with the high ponytail.
Bai Yuyou surged past several runners, closing in on Class 5—her long, pale legs gleaming under the sunlight.
"Huh?!" Class 5’s anchor was stunned but quickly poured on the speed.
The finish line was just meters away!
"They’ve crossed the line!!!"
……
……
"Congratulations to Class 5 for taking gold!" In the end, Bai Yuyou fell just short but secured silver.
The Class 1 team gathered around, noticing both Bai Yuyou and the dejected Tang Keke.
"I’m sorry…" Tang Keke mumbled, amazed that Bai Yuyou had still managed second place despite her blunder. If only she hadn’t fallen…
"Hey, it’s just a race! Are you hurt?" one girl asked.
"A gold medal’s no big deal."
"Yeah, don’t sweat it."
Others chimed in to comfort Tang Keke. Bai Yuyou reached out, gently patting Keke’s head—just as Ye Shuang often did for her.
"Keke fell… but got back up and kept running. That’s amazing."
"Waaahhh!" Tang Keke hugged Bai Yuyou tightly.
Watching this, Ye Shuang waved his flag and shouted, "No youth is complete without regrets—it’s fine!"
That made Tang Keke too embarrassed to cry anymore.
"What an exhilarating relay! All medalists, please proceed to the podium for your awards," the announcer continued. "Up next is the Women’s 200-meter Dash for the Business Administration Department. Participants, please prepare."
The 200-meter…
Just as Ye Shuang wondered if Bai Yuyou would join, he spotted an unexpected figure on the track.
An Shiyu stood in her school uniform, stretching lazily among the sportswear-clad competitors—her outfit stood out glaringly.
Ye Shuang: "……"
Is she seriously running in this?
"Wait, I thought she only joined events when she was broke?" Ye Shuang muttered in confusion when a voice piped up beside him.
"Correct. But this time, the prize money is… special."
Ye Shuang turned to see Anshi Yilang in an… unusual getup.
"Whoa?! When did you get here?!" Ye Shuang blinked.
Anshi Yilang wore a jacket plastered with ❤ Little Fish ❤ patterns, wielded a flag bearing An Shiyu’s selfie, and had a headband declaring 【World’s Best Granddaughter Little Fish】. Even his forehead ribbon screamed ❤ Little Fish Must Win ❤.
All in eye-searing pink.
To put it mildly…
"Old man, aren’t you dressed a bit… much?" Ye Shuang eyed the love-struck grandpa, his retinas burning.
"Hmph! You’re one to talk!" Anshi Yilang pointed at Ye Shuang’s flag.
"Mine was a premade online order! And—I only have a flag! You’re head-to-toe in this?!" Ye Shuang retorted.
"What’s the difference?"
"I just mean it’s not that serious—"
"What?! Are you saying my Little Fish isn’t adorable enough?!" Anshi Yilang glared.
Ye Shuang: "……"
At that moment, Anshi Yilang pulled out a pink megaphone linked to the stadium speakers. "Go, Little Fish—Grandpa’s cheering for you! Over here—!"
On the track, the short-haired girl mid-stretch suddenly stumbled, then shot a murderous glare in their direction.
Where is that old man?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
