Ye Shuang knew it was impossible to have Keke sit on his lap. Seeing the mischievous, cat-like expression on Keke’s face, he thought for a moment and reluctantly sat down, letting Bai Yuyou take his lap instead.
"Hehe." Tang Keke grinned triumphantly at Bai Yuyou upon seeing this.
Checkmate.
Once seated, Bai Yuyou stretched her limbs comfortably, resting her head against Ye Shuang’s neck and taking a deep breath.
"Don’t sniff around, I’ve been sweating," Ye Shuang said, feeling her nuzzle like a puppy.
"It smells nice," Bai Yuyou murmured, her eyes half-lidded.
"Alright, sit still."
"Ye Shuang, put your hands on my stomach," Bai Yuyou requested. She loved the feeling of being held by him—it was warm and safe.
Ye Shuang let her cling to his arm, but the moment he lowered it, he froze. Something felt… off.
He glanced down, his gaze lingering for a few seconds before he abruptly asked, "Yuyou, where’s your bra?"
"Drying," she replied.
Ye Shuang: "…"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Did she really come out like this?
He turned to Tang Keke. "Keke, how could you let Yuyou run around like this? Even with this sports jacket on—"
"Don’t blame me! Yuyou couldn’t wait for her clothes to dry and rushed out to find you!" Keke defended herself, scratching her head. "Besides, we only brought one set of clothes…"
Wait, so you—
Ye Shuang’s eyes instinctively flicked downward—
"Zip!" The sound of a zipper being pulled up echoed as Tang Keke, her face flushed, yanked the jacket’s zipper higher. "A-Anyway, it’s not my fault!"
"Keke’s clothes are drying too," Bai Yuyou added.
"Y-You didn’t have to mention that!"
"Alright, keep the zipper up," Ye Shuang said, reaching over to adjust her jacket.
"It’s fine. Ye Shuang can touch."
"That’s not the point."
"Don’t you like it?"
"That’s not the issue either." Ye Shuang sighed, but before he could react, Bai Yuyou grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly against her chest.
"You have to like it. You can’t dislike me," she said seriously.
"W-Wait—!" Ye Shuang stiffened, relieved that the corner was secluded and no students were around.
Otherwise, he’d be infamous across campus by tomorrow.
Tang Keke’s jaw dropped. "Wow, Yuyou… that was bold."
Seeing Ye Shuang pull his hand away, Bai Yuyou’s expression dimmed, her usual perky strand of hair drooping.
"Don’t do that again, understand?" Ye Shuang said.
"Mm." She fell silent, seemingly subdued.
Satisfied with her compliance, Ye Shuang gently steadied her by the waist.
"Ye Shuang… did I do something wrong?" she suddenly asked.
"You didn’t, but you forgot what I taught you."
"I remember."
"Then why—"
"You’re different," Bai Yuyou insisted. "I wouldn’t let anyone else touch me."
Ye Shuang: "…"
His eyes softened with exasperation as he pinched her cheek. This was exactly why she needed more time to grow up.
Dependence and love weren’t the same thing.
"Go back and change into your dried clothes first," he said. Arguing with her now was pointless.
"Okay."
"Keke, take Yuyou back."
"Got it."
Bai Yuyou obediently stood and followed Tang Keke, though her mood was clearly somber.
"See, Yuyou? You got scolded by Brother," Keke said, linking arms with her. "You can’t rush things. Take it step by step."
"I know…" Bai Yuyou murmured. "But I’m scared of losing Ye Shuang."
"You won’t! He’ll always stay with you."
Bai Yuyou paused. "Really?"
"Huh?"
"That Ye Shuang will stay with me forever."
Tang Keke scratched her head. "Of course! Worst case, you can just stick to him like glue. He’d never abandon you."
"How?" Bai Yuyou asked. "With actual glue?"
"Uh…" Keke tilted her head. "I dunno. Maybe, like, have a baby or something? Like in the news…"
Realizing her slip, she quickly backtracked. "Forget I said that! Let’s just go get our clothes. They should be dry by now."
"Mm." But Bai Yuyou seemed deep in thought.
As the two walked toward the locker room, they noticed a field of drones sprawled across the courtyard.
"What’s that?" Bai Yuyou asked.
"Drones. Probably for a performance. They’re flying cameras," Keke explained. "Like the security cam at your place, but airborne."
"Oh…" Bai Yuyou’s eyes lit up. "Keke."
"Yeah?"
"Can we buy a drone?"
"Buy one? Sure, they’re not too expensive." Keke pulled out her phone and checked. "About the price of a smartphone."
"But what do you want it for?"
"To follow Ye Shuang," Bai Yuyou said eagerly. "Then I can watch him all the time."
Tang Keke: "…"
What kind of stalker logic was this?
"Yuyou, you can’t go down the yandere path," Keke warned, patting her shoulder like a seasoned mentor. "Yanderes… don’t get happy endings."
"What’s a yandere?"
"It’s… uh… a terrifying creature."
"Oh?"
Keke suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Yuyou, let me ask you something."
"Mm?"
"If another girl got close to Ye Shuang, would you mind?"
Bai Yuyou blinked. "Who?"
"Anyone, just any girl."
"If it’s Keke or Sister Chen Qin…" She trailed off. If it was someone she liked, she wouldn’t care.
"But what if it’s a girl you don’t know?"
"I… don’t know. But that feeling… it’s bad."
Keke sighed in relief. "Good, good. That’s just jealousy. A yandere would straight-up murder them."
"Why murder?"
"Think about it. If you eliminate everyone near the guy you like, doesn’t that mean he’s all yours?"
Bai Yuyou fell silent, pondering this.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
