"Bomb, a three."
In Bai Yuyou's room, three girls were sitting together playing a game. The short-haired girl sitting on the little shark plushie, after playing her last card, casually stuck a paper note on Bai Yuyou's cheek and another on Tang Keke's schoolbag.
"Why don't I get one on my face?!" Tang Keke immediately complained.
Soon there'll be enough on me to dance a hula!
An Shiyu lazily waved her hand. "Well, that area has more surface area, can fit more notes, that's all."
Tang Keke glanced at Bai Yuyou, now sporting a full "beard," then at her own schoolbag—finally, her gaze landed on An Shiyu's completely clean appearance. She couldn't help but grow suspicious.
"You're not cheating, are you? How come you're the landlord every round, and your cards are always so good?"
"Card games are just games of luck," An Shiyu said innocently, spreading her hands.
"If you're bad, just practice more."
"If you can't handle losing, don't play."
As she spoke, she subtly slipped the cards she had been pressing under her calf back into the deck. No one noticed; her hand was too fast, almost a blur, and she did it from Tang Keke's blind spot.
As for Bai Yuyou.
She probably didn't even have the concept of cheating, so naturally she didn't pay attention to what An Shiyu was doing, instead focusing on how to properly arrange the cards in her hand.
"Hmph, I don't believe it. This time, I'll shuffle!" Tang Keke said, gathering the cards, stacking them neatly, and then giving them a thorough shuffle, seemingly afraid An Shiyu might tamper with them.
After a new round was dealt, An Shiyu watched as the two girls organized their hands. She, however, unhurriedly tucked her own hand under her skirt and smoothly pulled out a brand new set of cards.
"Alright, I'm the landlord. I'll go first."
Tang Keke played a card: "A three."
"Bomb." An Shiyu threw down four cards.
"Huh?" Tang Keke was dumbfounded.
"I guess you can't beat it? Then it's a spring for me." After playing the bomb, An Shiyu's remaining cards were all like 777, 888, 999, 101010...
Tang Keke stared blankly at these cards, beginning to question her very existence.
"What is a spring?" Bai Yuyou asked curiously from the side.
"It's probably something like playing all your sevens, eights, and nines in one go like this," Tang Keke said, somewhat speechless. Who plays like that? Using up their life span?
"Is mine like this?" Bai Yuyou then showed Tang Keke her hand.
It was also 777888999...
Tang Keke: "You have to play all your cards for it to be a spring. This is called a plane... huh?"
Wait, why are there six of the same card?
Tang Keke immediately caught on and turned to look at An Shiyu: "Aha! I caught you cheating!!!!"
Bai Yuyou would never cheat, so the truth could only be one thing!
But by then, An Shiyu was already lying on the bed, having even tucked herself under the covers, her expression serene. "Goodnight, I'm sleepy."
"Don't you dare sleep!"
"Yuyou, bring the notes! I'm going to strip An Shiyu's clothes and cover her with them!"
"Oh."
The room descended into chaos, with thumping and banging. Luckily, it was the top floor of a duplex, or the neighbors would probably have complained.
"Time to settle down now, don't get so excited." After a little while, Ye Shuang's knocking came from outside the door.
Hearing the continued racket inside, he gently pushed the door open, only to find all three girls on the bed, with An Shiyu and Tang Keke in particular tugging at each other's clothes, slimes bouncing around without restraint.
Ye Shuang: "..."
What kind of scene is this?
"Ouch, my eyes suddenly hurt a bit, can't see a thing clearly," Ye Shuang muttered, rubbing the space between his eyebrows before closing the door behind him and leaving.
Following the girls' shrieks, the room became even more chaotic.
After Tang Keke and An Shiyu horsed around like this for a while, they finally settled down.
"Ding—"
Right then, Tang Keke, lying on the bed breathing heavily, heard a phone notification. "Yuyou, was that your phone?"
"Mm." Bai Yuyou reached out to get her phone.
She looked and saw it was indeed her phone.
Yuyue: Comics.Zip
Yuyue: Didn't you say last time you wanted to learn about comics? These are beginner materials, you can take a look.
Yuyue: Study hard.
"Is it a message from your brother? Oh, from that Teacher Yuyue?" Tang Keke peeked at the message on Bai Yuyou's phone and saw it was a file sent by that Japanese person called Teacher Yuyue, a compressed file at that.
"Yuyou, you want to learn how to draw comics?"
Hearing this, Bai Yuyou simply explained, "Ye Shuang said I can learn anything I'm interested in... Comics seem like they can record life."
"You can't make money learning comics, don't bother," An Shiyu said casually from the side. "You might even starve."
"It's fine if it's just a hobby. Besides, Yuyou has enough savings to live on," Tang Keke actually supported Bai Yuyou learning to draw comics. After all, she herself loved reading all kinds of shoujo manga and even started fantasizing about Bai Yuyou becoming a famous mangaka. She could personally pressure her for manuscripts then.
The thought made her a little excited.
"Yuyou, Yuyou, open the zip file and take a look."
"Okay."
Bai Yuyou clicked to extract the folder—
Inside were neatly categorized files, seemingly all comics.
1. Pure Love
2. NTR
3. Hypnosis
"Huh? What's this? The category names are weird." Tang Keke poked the screen with her finger and randomly opened the "Pure Love" folder.
The comic images loaded.
"Ooh, such a pretty art style! Shoujo manga?" Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou started looking at it together. "Teacher Yuyue is amazing."
A boy and a girl were childhood friends.
"I get it, I get it. The girl must have a crush on the main character," Tang Keke said with an air of experience, not forgetting to advise Bai Yuyou beside her. "You should study the content inside carefully, learn a lot from it!"
Bai Yuyou seemed to understand, yet not quite. "Understood."
"See, I told you. This girl likes her childhood friend," Tang Keke continued scrolling. When she saw the female lead confess, she said triumphantly,
"Hmph, the next part is probably where they don't end up together because of some misunderstanding, or maybe a second female lead appears or something."
"Scroll down."
Bai Yuyou flipped to the next page, which showed the two of them going at it intensely at home.
Tang Keke: "..."
"This... this is a doujinshi?!" Tang Keke was stunned.
"What, there's doujinshi to look at?" An Shiyu, who had been lying down, seemed to perk up a bit. She sat up next to Bai Yuyou and took a look. "Oh, seen it. Not interesting without any NTR elements."
Bai Yuyou, however, looked at the content inside as if learning some never-before-mastered knowledge.
That night, she grew up a lot.
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
