“Now, it's the 200 - meter sprint for Group 2 of the teaching staff!” Along with the host's voice, Ye Shuang had already changed into clothes more suitable for running at this moment.
It was just his usual short - sleeved shirt and shorts. After all, Ye Shuang wouldn't specially buy sports pants.
“Although I'm just symbolically participating in this college event, but...” Ye Shuang pondered for a few seconds, then turned to look at the pink - clad old man beside him.
“Grandpa, why are you also participating?”
Anshi Yilang was standing on the track beside Ye Shuang. He was wearing a gaudy pink sports suit with a big heart - shaped fish logo printed on his chest. This gaudy look was in sharp contrast to his serious and earnest expression.
This strange combination was even a bit of an eyesore.
“You don't understand this,” Anshi Yilang said when he heard Ye Shuang's question. “There's an old Chinese saying: either fight, or be forgotten, or dedicate everything to your granddaughter.”
Ye Shuang was speechless. “There's no such saying, is there?”
“Kid, it seems you can only get the second place,” Anshi Yilang said.
“I never thought I could get the first place,” Ye Shuang said, then casually glanced at the spectator stand.
“Is An Shiyu also watching?”
Hearing Ye Shuang's question, a smile appeared on Anshi Yilang's serious face. He folded his arms. “Of course. Her favorite grandpa is on the field!”
“Where?”
“Humph, you can't even spot my granddaughter's shining figure. You have no spirit of perseverance...”
“I'm not a ninja, okay...”
“Look over at the podium.”
Hearing this, Ye Shuang looked towards the podium. There were several leaders sitting there, and Luo Xi, who was in charge of hosting. He didn't find An Shiyu's figure at all.
“Where?”
“The second one from the left. Can't you even see that?” Anshi Yilang also looked towards the podium at this time, but he didn't find An Shiyu.
“Wh... what?!” The old man was struck as if by lightning.
“C... come on, I said I'd give her 100,000 yuan as pocket money if she watched for ten minutes!”
“Maybe she thought it was embarrassing,” Ye Shuang said bluntly, as if stabbing a knife into the old man's heart.
“And using money to coax your granddaughter. What kind of grandpa are you...”
“Nonsense! Xiaoyu just went to the restroom!!”
“Yes, yes, yes...”
Just then, Ye Shuang noticed that there seemed to be quite a few people cheering for him in the spectator stand. He looked over from afar and found many familiar faces. They were all regulars at the school infirmary.
Some of them were even wearing cheerleading uniforms. Although Ye Shuang knew that they were probably not prepared for him.
But still, it was quite touching.
“Humph, having Xiaoyu and still being a womanizer. I think I need to reconsider your marriage,” Anshi Yilang said beside him.
But for some reason, Ye Shuang felt that his tone was a bit sour.
“I never agreed in the first place, okay?”
“What? Does that mean my family's...”
“Stop!”
Suddenly, there was an uproar from the spectator stand.
Ye Shuang paused for a moment and looked in that direction. To his surprise, there were a whole bunch of drones above him!
They were flying in an orderly formation.
“Dr... drones?”
Just as Ye Shuang was feeling confused, those drones, as if following a pre - set program, finally formed four Chinese characters in the air.
【Come on, Ye!】
Ye Shuang: Ah?!
"Who's 'Ye'?"
"No idea. Is it some teacher?"
"No teacher has such capabilities. It must be arranged by the school board."
"Neither our principal, the school board members, nor the dean of students has the surname Ye, right?" At this moment, in the spectator stands, people who originally thought there would be a drone show were left with just four big characters formed by the drones, which flew all over the place and were visible to almost everyone in the stadium.
At this time, Ye Shuang, standing on the track, was in a daze: "..."
He kind of understood why Chen Qin had called him. After all, there was no one else who would call him 'Ye'.
At this moment, Ye Shuang curled his toes against the sole of his shoe. If there had been sand, he probably could have dug out a three - bedroom apartment. Fortunately, most people didn't know who it referred to. Otherwise, if the live - broadcast camera swept over, he wouldn't have known what expression to make.
"Kid, why do you look so troubled?" Anshi Yilang beside him asked.
"Nothing. I just suddenly understand An Shiyu," Ye Shuang said, looking back with an empathetic look.
Anshi Yilang: "?"
Just then, the referee came over to ask Anshi Yilang, "Sir from the school board, are you ready?"
"Yes, I'm ready. Please start."
"Okay."
The referee ran back to his position and then raised the starting pistol in his hand.
"Bang!"
With the sound of the starting pistol, Ye Shuang also started running. He used to have good physical strength, but now that his abs had disappeared (a humorous way of saying his physical condition had declined), his physical fitness was a bit worse.
Anshi Yilang ran to the first place with ease, while Ye Shuang was in the fifth position.
"Ooh, the source god, activate!!!" A male teacher a little ahead of Ye Shuang shouted some incomprehensible slogan.
Seeing the male teacher's bouncing belly, Ye Shuang fell silent for a moment and then summoned up all his strength to rush forward.
At least, he should get a bronze medal, right?
Ye Shuang's speed wasn't very fast at this time, but it was at least sustainable. The male teacher who had made a sudden burst of speed began to slow down and was soon overtaken by Ye Shuang.
In the fourth position, Ye Shuang started to chase the third - placed runner. Although he ran very hard, he always seemed to be a little short.
Forget it, just let it be.
Anyway, he kept saying he was too old to run.
"Ye Shuang, come on!!!"
Suddenly, a voice came from the spectator stands. Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment because he was very familiar with this voice, but he had never heard it so loud before.
Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to notice the figure of a long - haired girl.
Yu You...
Could she actually make such a loud noise?
Right...
He was still young. Why did he always say he was old?
"Ooh, I'm not even thirty yet and I'm still in my prime!" For no reason, a surge of strength welled up in him. Ye Shuang's legs moved like the wind and he instantly overtook the third - placed runner in front of him!
Then he overtook the second - placed runner!
"Damn, did he take drugs?!" The two teachers in front were stunned to see Ye Shuang suddenly burst out with such speed.
But despite that, they still chased after him without stopping.
"Hmm?" At this time, Anshi Yilang also wondered why Ye Shuang suddenly caught up.
"Ooh!!!" Ye Shuang let out a shout.
Anshi Yilang had to pick up the speed once again. But just at that moment, his beloved granddaughter, Lei Da, suddenly seemed to have discovered something. She immediately pointed at a place and shouted, "I told you Xiaoyu went to the restroom!" At this time, An Shiyu was coming out of the restroom. And just when Anshi Yilang stopped, Ye Shuang directly overtook him and dashed straight towards the finish line!
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.
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
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?"
