That afternoon, Ye Shuang was at home tapping away at his keyboard. Having decided to write a novel, he was determined to stick with it. However, he still had very few readers, and comments were even scarcer. He wondered if perhaps he simply lacked talent for writing, but he patiently finished updating today's chapter regardless.
"Bai Yuyou should be getting out of school soon," Ye Shuang muttered, checking the time before grabbing his car keys to pick her up.
Arriving at the school gate, he waited briefly before spotting the familiar figure walking out slowly, accompanied by a cheerful female classmate.
"Huh?" The moment he saw the girl's figure, even Ye Shuang was taken aback. Wasn’t that a bit excessive?
That backpack is huge.
Bai Yuyou soon noticed Ye Shuang waiting at the gate. She quickened her pace, running toward him before throwing herself into his arms without a care for the surrounding gazes.
"No more of this at the school gate, alright?" Ye Shuang instinctively wrapped his arms around her soft waist, whispering into her ear.
Bai Yuyou remained silent, but Ye Shuang already knew she wasn’t listening.
"Hello," Ye Shuang greeted, gently patting Bai Yuyou’s head while glancing at the girl behind her.
"H-Hello, I’m Tang Keke, Bai Yuyou’s friend." Tang Keke had a slightly chubby, baby-faced smile that made her look quite adorable.
But Tang Keke was also brimming with curiosity. Bai Yuyou, who had been so quiet and reserved in school, had dashed over and hugged this man without hesitation.
Not to mention, Bai Yuyou had even called them husband and wife… Even if they were adults, they were still years away from the legal marriage age, right?
"I’m Bai Yuyou’s… well…" Ye Shuang hesitated. He couldn’t exactly say he was being financially supported by her—even if it was true—since that wouldn’t reflect well on Bai Yuyou.
"I’m her distant cousin, temporarily staying at her place," he finally said, fabricating an identity.
"Oh, I see!" Tang Keke nodded, though a thought soon crossed her mind.
Wait… does Bai Yuyou have feelings for this "cousin"?
Her gaze shifted to Bai Yuyou, who was now nuzzling her cheek against Ye Shuang’s chest. That’s definitely not normal, right?!
Though, admittedly, this "cousin" was really good-looking…
Tang Keke decided to pretend she hadn’t noticed and asked, "Are you here to take Bai Yuyou home?"
"Yeah, but since you two are friends, why not walk home together?" Ye Shuang suggested with a smile.
He then asked Tang Keke roughly where she lived and found that it wasn’t far from their place—in fact, it was practically on the way.
"Together?" Bai Yuyou turned to Tang Keke.
"Right, how about you two commute to and from school together from now on?" Ye Shuang added warmly. "Would that be alright, Tang Keke?"
Tang Keke’s face flushed at Ye Shuang’s gentle request, and she stammered, "S-Sure!"
Truthfully, she had always wanted someone to walk to school with, especially someone like Bai Yuyou, whom she really liked. The idea of commuting together already made her happy.
Bai Yuyou, however, seemed to realize that if she walked with Tang Keke, Ye Shuang wouldn’t be picking her up anymore.
A flicker of hesitation passed through her eyes.
"It’s fine. Commuting only takes a little time, and isn’t it better to spend it with friends?" Ye Shuang understood her hesitation.
He had his own concerns—Bai Yuyou was too clingy. While dependence wasn’t necessarily bad, in the long run, it wouldn’t help her independence.
Gossiping at school, stopping by dessert shops after class—these were things girls her age should be doing.
After a moment, Bai Yuyou nodded in agreement.
Ye Shuang then turned his attention to Tang Keke, and soon, a faint window appeared before him:
[Character: Tang Keke
A timid girl, a crybaby. Desires to change but lacks the courage. Exceptionally well-endowed. Perhaps you could get to know her better.]
Exceptionally? More like unbelievably.
Peaks and valleys, waves in motion.
Ye Shuang chuckled inwardly, though he naturally had no inappropriate thoughts about a girl so much younger than him. However, his prolonged gaze made Tang Keke’s face grow redder by the second.
Her head practically steamed with embarrassment.
Bai Yuyou noticed Ye Shuang staring at Tang Keke. She glanced at her friend, then down at her own chest.
A few seconds later, she asked, "Ye Shuang… do you like big ones?"
Ye Shuang froze. What kind of question was that?
"Anyway, let’s start today. I’ll drive back first to buy groceries and cook," he said, lightly patting Bai Yuyou’s head before addressing Tang Keke.
"Tang Keke, why not join us for dinner tonight? How about it?"
"N-No, that’s too much trouble!" Tang Keke waved her hands frantically, flustered. "Also, just call me Keke. Or even Coco is fine."
"Then Keke it is. Bai Yuyou hasn’t had many friends, so I’m really happy she met you today," Ye Shuang continued warmly. "Consider it a small favor to me, alright?"
How could Tang Keke refuse after that? She pulled out her phone and quickly got permission from her family—just with the condition that she be back by 8 PM.
"It’s only a little past four now. Why don’t you two go hang out for a bit? I’ll head off to buy groceries," Ye Shuang said.
"O-Okay, then… thanks for having me."
After Ye Shuang drove off, Tang Keke watched the white sports car disappear into the distance before curiously asking Bai Yuyou, "Is your cousin really rich?"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head slightly. She didn’t really understand the concept of wealth, so she just shook her head.
Tang Keke assumed she meant no, but she didn’t mind. She was just excited to spend time after school with a friend, doing things girls their age enjoyed.
But then, Bai Yuyou suddenly tugged at Tang Keke’s sleeve.
"What’s up?"
"Keke?"
"Hmm?" Tang Keke blinked, unsure what Bai Yuyou wanted to say.
"Why did Ye Shuang call you Keke?"
"Ah…" Tang Keke paused before explaining, "Well, my name has three characters. ‘Keke’ sounds less distant, more friendly… Oh, Bai Yuyou, how about I call you Yuyou, and you call me Keke?"
But Bai Yuyou was lost in thought. Ye Shuang always called her by her full name. She wanted to be called Yuyou too—she wanted to feel closer to him.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
