"Youyou, Youyou, did you know, Christmas starts this month."
"Oh?"
"And the day before is Christmas Eve, do you know what that is?"
It was after school, and Tang Keke was walking home side by side with Bai Yuyou. Keke was chattering excitedly, seemingly planning something.
"Christmas Eve?" Bai Yuyou seemed to know a little, then asked, "It's the day you can eat apples."
"Uh... don't always think about food."
Tang Keke explained, "Never mind the origin of Christmas, it seems like it's a holiday from some sheep religion, but nowadays, it's basically a day for young people to confess their feelings."
"So, this is our grand—offensive—for this year!" Tang Keke stretched her arm forward, like a commander giving an order.
Bai Yuyou seemed to understand but not fully, yet she still clapped her hands, "Oh..."
"Hmm, it seems your awareness isn't quite enough." Tang Keke put a finger on her chin and began sizing up Bai Yuyou's face—how to put it, although very pretty, it was the kind of appearance that would make one feel guilty for having any desires.
Tang Keke nodded deeply in agreement, "Indeed, something is still missing."
"Missing what?"
"That's right! We need a very big gift box." Tang Keke gestured as she spoke. "When the time comes, before big brother gets off work, you hide inside it."
"Oh right, right, you also need to wear a set of Christmas lingerie and tie yourself up with a silk ribbon into a pretty gift bow."
"yOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—" The mere thought of that scene made the girl start to get excited. "As soon as big brother opens the gift box, you say, 'I am your gift.'"
"Eek!!!" Tang Keke held her face and wriggled, "So embarrassing."
Bai Yuyou seemed unable to picture that scene, probably because she wasn't as into manga and anime as Tang Keke. She just found it strange why she would be the gift.
"Come on, come on, repeat after me—'I am your gift.'" Tang Keke instructed Bai Yuyou.
"I am your gift?" Bai Yuyou tried, but her cool, clear voice sounded completely out of place, even a bit... refreshingly plain.
Tang Keke clearly realized the problem too.
"Youyou, try a cuter tone?"
"Cute?"
"Like, 'Ugh~ how annoy~ing~, big bro~ther... ahem ahem cough... oh...'" Tang Keke originally wanted to demonstrate a cutesy voice, but she lost control in the second half, and the "big brother" part came out sounding a bit like Donald Duck.
"I can't learn it." Bai Yuyou thought for a moment and confirmed the fact that she couldn't do it.
"That's true." Tang Keke found she couldn't teach it either and started wondering if any of her friends knew how to do this.
Peach?
Peach probably wasn't likely, she occasionally blurts out something like 'ah' or whatever.
Sister Chen Qin?
Forget it, that doesn't seem possible either.
An Shiyu?
That one, even less possible.
Just as Tang Keke was pondering, a familiar yet strange tone came from not far away,
"Aiya, so annoying, big bro~ther~, why not check out our massage service first~" The sugary/seductive voice made Tang Keke pause for a second, and she looked towards the direction of the sound.
Huh?
A short-haired girl in a short skirt was smiling cheerfully, seemingly handing out flyers.
An Shiyu?!
"Little miss, at your massage parlor, what's your technician number?" A man nearby asked with a smirky smile, seemingly wanting to touch her hand.
"Aiya, big brother, I'm just working part-time after school. If you want to come, it's not like I can't~" An Shiyu deftly dodged without showing it and said with a smile, "Shall we go?"
"Aiya, although you say that, I don't have much money on me either... little miss, if you're willing to go see a movie with me..."
Hearing this, An Shiyu's expression fell, and she spoke in her hometown dialect, "Damn, you greasy creep, that's enough."
The man was taken aback. What dialect was this girl speaking? Was she cursing him?
"Aiya, since big brother has no money, then I'll go find another big brother." An Shiyu's face quickly put on an adorable, moe-like expression, leaving the man stunned.
So, he must have misheard earlier.
"Alright, alright, I'll go take a look."
"Thank you~"
After the man entered the nearby massage parlor, An Shiyu used the flyers in her hand to fan herself, then rubbed her cheeks.
"Hmm... poor and horny men are really hard to deal with."
Then she seemed to notice something and spotted the dumbfounded Tang Keke and the utterly confused Bai Yuyou not far away.
"Oh, it's you guys." An Shiyu put one hand on her hip.
"You... are you possessed?" Tang Keke walked up to An Shiyu, looking left, right, up, and down, completely unable to imagine that the cutesy-voice spirit from a moment ago could be this person.
"You... is there something you're struggling with?"
"Nope." The girl showed her deadpan eyes.
"Why are you handing out flyers here, and that kind too?" Tang Keke rubbed the goosebumps on her arm, "Eek..."
Seeing Tang Keke like this, An Shiyu suddenly covered her chest, hung her head, and lowered her voice,
"I... haven't been well recently. My family went bankrupt and has no money for treatment, so I had to do this."
"I don't believe a word of it." Tang Keke said with a look of utter disbelief.
"No money? I have some here." Bai Yuyou, however, handed over her bank card. "There are a few million in here."
An Shiyu unceremoniously took it, "Thanks, I'll pay you back when I have time."
"Don't give it to her!" Tang Keke snatched the card back. "How could you possibly have no money! The entire Yinshan Academy belongs to your family."
"Tch."
"Clicking your tongue is useless. Youyou, you're just too naive."
"CiallO~(∠・ω<)⌒★!"
"Stop making these meaningless expressions."
After fooling around for a bit, Bai Yuyou checked the time and asked An Shiyu if she wanted to go eat together.
"Eat? I better not... hmm..." An Shiyu took out her phone and glanced at it, then added, "I'll come over after I finish handing out these flyers."
"Okay."
...
When Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke returned home, they found that Ye Shuang and the others had already returned. Besides the familiar golden-haired loli, among them was even An Shiyu, sitting on the sofa playing with her phone.
"Didn't you say you'd come over after finishing handing out flyers?" Tang Keke was taken aback.
"Instant transmission, normal." An Shiyu said lazily from the sofa. "Pretty amazing, right?"
"You didn't just watch us leave and then take a flying taxi over, did you?" Tang Keke's expression was somewhat speechless.
And she felt like An Shiyu was totally capable of doing something like that.

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.”

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

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?!