Ye Shuang drove Bai Yuyou to school, even openly parking in the underground garage. After all, the automatic gate recognized the vehicle, and with many teachers driving to work, the security guards didn’t bother checking who was entering the campus.
"Alright, we’ll part ways here. Even if we run into each other, don’t greet me, understand?" Ye Shuang instructed at the stairwell.
Bai Yuyou glanced at Ye Shuang’s refined attire and nodded obediently.
Ye Shuang let Bai Yuyou walk ahead while following behind, climbing the stairs until they emerged from the basement parking lot onto the first floor of the academic building, not far from the school gates.
"Go on."
"Mm."
Watching Bai Yuyou gradually blend into the crowd of students, Ye Shuang reached into his pocket and popped a candy into his mouth.
"Good morning, Teacher Bai." A voice greeted him from the side. Ye Shuang turned to see Chen Yue, the homeroom teacher of Class B.
"Teacher Chen, everything settled?" Ye Shuang smiled.
Chen Yue replied gratefully, "Yes, thank you for covering my class the other day. I wanted to thank you earlier, but I couldn’t find your name in the teachers’ group chat. What’s your WeChat ID?"
"My WeChat got frozen due to malware. It’ll take a month to unlock," Ye Shuang fabricated casually.
Chen Yue nodded in understanding. "No wonder I couldn’t find you in the group. Are you heading to your class now?"
"Not yet. I just parked. I’ll go later—after all, I’m not the homeroom teacher," Ye Shuang chuckled.
"Ugh, being a Chinese teacher is rough. Not only do we have to manage homeroom duties, but we’re also swamped with trivial tasks," Chen Yue sighed. "Sending notifications means contacting every single parent. Most of the day gets wasted on chores, leaving no time to focus on teaching."
"True enough," Ye Shuang agreed.
"And the homeroom stipend is only 400 yuan more than regular teachers, but the workload is easily double. I don’t even want to be a homeroom teacher anymore—it feels like aging from stress," Chen Yue vented, encouraged by Ye Shuang’s sympathy.
"Sometimes the school sends notifications at 11 p.m., demanding we contact parents immediately. Do they even consider that some parents are already asleep? And then we get scolded by them. Homeroom teachers barely get proper rest, let alone time to educate students properly."
"That’s the digital age for you. Back when the internet wasn’t so pervasive, teaching wasn’t this exhausting," Ye Shuang remarked, recalling his own past as an educator.
"Exactly! One time, a parent blamed me because their kid fell during summer break. What does that have to do with me?" Chen Yue grumbled. "Being a homeroom teacher is like being a workhorse."
"That’s why every school is short on Chinese teachers," Ye Shuang consoled. "At least there’s winter and summer vacation, right?"
"That’s the only perk. Anyway, enough complaining," Chen Yue said. "Midterms are coming up, so I need to crack down on their studies. Otherwise, we’ll rank last."
Midterms?
Ye Shuang wondered how Bai Yuyou was doing academically.
Probably poorly.
"Oh, by the way, Teacher Bai, did you hear about what happened to your distant relative’s child yesterday?" Chen Yue suddenly asked.
"I know. I was there," Ye Shuang said.
"Oh, was that parent also your relative?" Chen Yue continued. "They seemed really aggressive—slapped the student twice in the video. It was shocking. I wonder if they’ll get arrested."
As she spoke, Chen Yue noticed Ye Shuang bore some resemblance to the man in the video. But then again, relatives often looked alike.
"No arrest. The student wouldn’t dare call the police—she’d be the first one detained," Ye Shuang said lightly.
"At most, it’d be defamation. She’s lucky no one reported her."
"True. That student was awful. I’d only seen stuff like that online—never thought it’d happen at our school."
Ye Shuang found Chen Yue quite the conversationalist, even veering into topics like her cat’s ability to do somersaults. Fortunately, Ye Shuang was equally talkative. Only when the bell rang did Chen Yue hurry back to her class.
"Class has started. Wonder how Bai Yuyou’s doing." Ye Shuang considered checking on Class A but held back. After yesterday’s incident, the homeroom teacher would undoubtedly be there for the first period.
And since he’d met that teacher before, being spotted might expose his identity.
"Better find an empty classroom to rest."
Yinshan Academy, spanning over 4,000 acres with decades of history, boasted lakes, hills, and countless lecture halls for upperclassmen. Many larger classrooms often sat unused, so Ye Shuang decided to kill time in one.
...
Homeroom teacher Li Chunhua entered Class 3-A. As Ye Shuang predicted, though the first period wasn’t his, the school had converted it into a mandatory ethics lecture to reinforce moral education.
Li Chunhua had already been reprimanded by the principal over yesterday’s incident. Now, this extra class—not a rescheduled one, but a flat-out addition—only worsened his mood.
Headache.
With his workload unjustly increased, Li Chunhua stormed into the classroom and smacked the lectern with a ruler.
"Quiet! I could hear you from the stairs! Out of all third-year classes, yours is the noisiest!"
"You all know what happened yesterday. Frankly, you’re the worst batch I’ve ever taught!"
As the class gradually fell silent, Li Chunhua steadied his temper and continued,
"Wu Ya has been expelled. Several others have received disciplinary records. The rest of you, take this as a warning."
"You’re students. Your job is to study, not meddle in nonsense. Do you really think you’re so impressive?"
At the news of Wu Ya’s expulsion, the students exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.
"Damn, I thought Wu Ya was just suspended. Didn’t expect her to get kicked out?"
"Haven’t you heard? Rumor has it that ‘Stinky Girl’ has a powerful relative—some guy who drives a sports car to school. When he found out Wu Ya bullied her, he slapped her twice. Even the police didn’t dare arrest him."
"Really? I heard no one called the cops. But I also heard ‘Stinky Girl’ is actually some rich family’s long-lost heiress. Wu Ya messed with the wrong person."
"Could be. Haven’t you noticed ‘Stinky Girl’ looking prettier lately? She doesn’t even smell anymore. Money really does change people."
"Shh, the teacher looks pissed. Stop talking."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
