Ten minutes earlier—
"Next up is Faculty Group 2 for the 200-meter dash!"
On the spectator stands, Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou had already changed into dry clothes and were sitting together. "Yuyou, Yuyou, Brother is about to race," Tang Keke said.
"Mm."
"Why is the school director there too? And why is he wearing... that?" Tang Keke scratched her head at the sight of the eye-catching pink outfit. She had always thought the old director had eccentric tastes, but this was something else.
What even was that pattern?
"Keke."
"Hm?"
"I'm hungry," Bai Yuyou suddenly said, rubbing her flat stomach. Maybe it was because of today's physical activity, but she felt hungrier than usual.
"Hungry?" Tang Keke reached over and patted Bai Yuyou's belly. "Sometimes I feel like your stomach is a bottomless pit from another dimension."
"But how do you never gain weight?"
"Ye Shuang said I might have poor nutrient absorption," Bai Yuyou replied.
"Really?" Tang Keke tilted her head in thought before suddenly clapping her hands together. "Oh! How about we throw a party after the sports festival?"
"Party."
"Yeah, yeah! Brother would definitely agree. One with tons of delicious food, just like that villa last time."
"Delicious food..." Bai Yuyou murmured, then paused as if noticing something. She glanced upward.
"Right, as long as it's not Sister Chen Qin's cooking, anything works," Tang Keke added.
"Mm. Yuyou, why are you spacing out?"
"Sister Chen Qin..."
"Sister Chen Qin?" Tang Keke followed Bai Yuyou's gaze and looked up—only for her plump cheeks to be pinched by a slender, pale hand. Blinking, she found herself face-to-face with a smiling woman leaning down toward her.
"Keke, talking behind someone's back is what naughty children do," Chen Qin said sweetly.
Tang Keke: "?!"
Why does Sister Chen Qin always appear whenever I criticize her cooking?!
"Mmph, Sister Chen Qin... let me explain—I mean, defend myself!"
"Naughty children don't get explanations," Chen Qin said mercilessly, grinding her fists against Tang Keke's head.
"I'm sorry! I surrender!"
After some playful roughhousing, Chen Qin plopped into a seat nearby. Bai Yuyou spoke up softly, "Sister Chen Qin... your injury."
"Pfft, no big deal," Chen Qin waved it off optimistically. It wasn’t fully healed, but it was manageable. Even if it hurt, the company’s private doctor could always administer painkillers.
"Ugh, I feel like my soul’s leaving my body," Tang Keke groaned, clutching her head as if she were about to faint. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder, "Sister Chen Qin, you actually have free time today?"
"I’m not a workaholic 24/7, you know," Chen Qin replied, then turned her attention to Ye Shuang on the track. "Hm? Why does A-Shuang look so lifeless?"
"Brother said he’s just here to fill a spot," Tang Keke chimed in, with Bai Yuyou nodding in agreement.
"That won’t do," Chen Qin crossed her legs. "I rushed here from the office just for this. He can’t half-effort it." A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. "Hmm, seems like he needs a little... encouragement."
"Encouragement?"
"Exactly."
"But it’s so far away. How are you gonna get your voice across?" Tang Keke asked.
Chen Qin waggled a slender finger. "Encouragement doesn’t always need words. Sometimes, it’s visual."
"Visual? Is Brother gonna check his phone while running?"
"Heh." Chen Qin smirked mysteriously and snapped her fingers—"Ta-da!"
The next moment, a swarm of drones rose from the field, swirling into formation before spelling out four giant characters in the sky:
"Go A-Shuang ❤"
Chen Qin pointed proudly at her aerial masterpiece. "A drone show, courtesy of moi."
"The power of money!" Tang Keke squinted at the dazzling display. "Ugh, you rich people are the worst."
Chen Qin admired her handiwork, then glanced at Ye Shuang, who stood frozen like a statue on the track.
"Bet A-Shuang’s thrilled, huh?"
Tang Keke squinted. "More like he looks like he just ate something... questionable."
Bonk. A light smack from Chen Qin.
...
Bang! The starting pistol fired, and the crowd erupted as the runners took off.
"Go, A-Shuang!" Chen Qin cheered.
But Ye Shuang’s pace was sluggish—even the slightly chubby teacher ahead of him was pulling away. Eventually, Ye Shuang overtook one runner but still couldn’t pick up speed.
"Brother, you can do it!!"
"Ye Shuang, jiāyóu," Bai Yuyou added softly, her voice drowned out by the noise.
Ye Shuang’s strides grew slower, as if he’d lost all motivation.
He was running out of steam.
No.
Bai Yuyou suddenly remembered—no matter what she did, Ye Shuang always cheered her on.
Ye Shuang... needed encouragement too.
Haaah... The girl took a deep breath, then shouted at the top of her lungs:
"YE SHUANG, JIĀYÓU—!!"
The sheer volume made Tang Keke and Chen Qin whip their heads around in shock. They’d never heard Bai Yuyou be this loud—it was like witnessing a rare phenomenon.
"A-Shuang, jiāyóu!!!" Chen Qin joined in, matching her intensity.
"Not that it matters," Tang Keke muttered. "Brother can’t hear us from here anyway."
But the next second, her jaw dropped.
Ye Shuang suddenly surged forward like a man possessed, overtaking two runners in seconds and closing in on the school director!
"Holy—?!" Tang Keke gasped. "Is this the power of love?!"
Just like that, Ye Shuang blew past Anshi Yilang!
"He’s in the lead!"
"Final stretch!!"
"Eh?" But as Ye Shuang neared the finish line, his steps faltered for a split second—allowing Anshi Yilang to sprint past him and cross first.
"Oh?!"
"And the winner is... our beloved school director!" the announcer declared.
The stands burst into applause.
"Uh..." Tang Keke scratched her head. "Why did Brother suddenly hesitate?"
"Just being socially savvy," Chen Qin chuckled. "No worries. Seeing A-Shuang so energetic means he’ll have no trouble making babies later~"
At that, Bai Yuyou spoke up: "I want to have babies with Ye Shuang."
Chen Qin stiffened, her gaze snapping to the girl.
The atmosphere instantly turned... complicated.

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!

e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”