The sky gradually darkened as Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou headed home together—they had spent the entire afternoon wandering around, even stopping for ice cream at one point. Perhaps because Tang Keke was the restless type, she had enthusiastically taken Bai Yuyou to many places.
Though Bai Yuyou barely spoke along the way, she was in a good mood. Tang Keke had given her a completely new experience—the way girls entertained themselves was something she had never known before.
"Do you live here?" Tang Keke pointed at the apartment building in front of them.
"Mm." Bai Yuyou nodded softly.
"This neighborhood seems a bit old. I’ve heard some adults say this whole area might be demolished soon," Tang Keke muttered before suddenly realizing, "Wait, does that mean you’re going to be a demolition beneficiary?!"
Bai Yuyou tilted her head, seemingly confused.
"Never mind, I’ll explain it to you later. Which floor is your apartment on?" After spending the day with Bai Yuyou, Tang Keke had noticed that the girl seemed unfamiliar with many things, even struggling to express her own emotions.
Soon, Bai Yuyou led Tang Keke to her doorstep. The door was slightly ajar, not even requiring a key to open.
"Excuse the intrusion!" Tang Keke stepped inside and immediately spotted a figure busy in the kitchen. The person turned around with a warm smile.
"Welcome! Go wash your hands and sit down to eat. The food is pretty much ready."
"Wow." Tang Keke couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of six dishes laid out on the table. "Brother, you can cook too?"
"I know a little." Ye Shuang placed a bowl of soup on the table and served portions for both girls.
Once seated, Tang Keke took a bite of the stir-fried clams and her eyes lit up. "This is delicious! There’s no fishy taste at all!"
"Fresh clams won’t have any fishiness. I blanched them first and then stir-fried them after removing half the shells," Ye Shuang explained with a smile. "Eat as much as you like."
"Hehe, then I won’t hold back."
In no time, Tang Keke devoured three bowls of rice, while Bai Yuyou finished four, leaving Ye Shuang slightly stunned. Do young girls these days really eat this much?
"Heh, I have a pretty big appetite…" Tang Keke blushed, a little embarrassed. Her mother often joked that all the nutrients from the rice went straight to her chest.
Still, Tang Keke noticed Bai Yuyou’s impressive eating habits too.
With Tang Keke joining them, dinner felt livelier than usual. Watching the two eat heartily, Ye Shuang couldn’t help but smile faintly.
"Every dish is amazing." Neither of Tang Keke’s parents could cook—her mother’s specialty was a one-pot stew, where all ingredients were simply boiled together.
Seeing how skilled Ye Shuang was in the kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel envious of Bai Yuyou.
What Tang Keke didn’t know was that just a week ago, the girl had been living on instant noodles for every meal.
After dinner, Ye Shuang started clearing the table, but Tang Keke immediately jumped up to intervene. "I-I’ll wash the dishes! Let me do it!"
"No need. You’re a guest."
"Brother, you’ve already worked so hard cooking. I’d feel bad otherwise!" Tang Keke patted her chest emphatically, causing an exaggerated bounce.
In the end, Ye Shuang couldn’t refuse Tang Keke’s insistence and handed the task over to her. Bai Yuyou also went to help.
Listening to their laughter from the kitchen, Ye Shuang felt reassured. At the very least, from what he could tell so far, Tang Keke seemed like a good friend. He hoped their friendship would last—preferably for a lifetime.
But a pure, lifelong friendship was easier said than done. Having gone through different stages of life, he knew how rare it was to maintain a bond untainted by other complications.
Once the dishes were done, the three sat down to chat a little longer. Ye Shuang learned that Tang Keke’s parents were often too busy, leaving her to handle dinner alone most nights.
"How about joining us for dinner from now on?" Ye Shuang suggested.
"Huh?" Tang Keke hadn’t expected such hospitality and waved her hands hastily. "No way, that’d be too much trouble."
Realizing he might have overstepped, Ye Shuang simply smiled and dropped the subject.
Soon, it was time for Tang Keke to head home. They agreed to meet up for school the next morning, and Bai Yuyou gave a silent nod in response.
"Let me drive you back." Ye Shuang picked up his car keys.
"No need, Brother, I’ll be fine!" Tang Keke insisted.
"It’s dark outside. Not safe for a girl alone," Ye Shuang said.
Truthfully, Tang Keke was quite timid. After his remark, she glanced at the night sky and reluctantly agreed.
"Take a shower first. I’ll be back soon," Ye Shuang reminded Bai Yuyou, who had clearly been about to follow but was gently held back.
Once in the car, Tang Keke looked around excitedly, as if it were her first time in a sports car. "Wow, what brand is this? Must be crazy expensive, right?"
"Not exactly crazy expensive." Ye Shuang glanced at the girl, who had already fastened her seatbelt.
Perhaps due to the way the center strap pressed between them, the curves on either side appeared even more pronounced. Rubbing his temples, Ye Shuang focused his gaze on the road ahead.
"Keke, after spending the day with Bai Yuyou, what do you think of her?"
"Eh?" Caught off guard by the question, Tang Keke thought for a moment. "At first, she seemed cold and hard to approach… but now, she feels kinda silly and cute. Yeah, adorably clueless!"
Ye Shuang chuckled. "That girl lacks common sense due to some… unusual circumstances. I hope you’ll be patient with her as a friend."
"Brother, you’re exaggerating! I think she’s great—she always listens to me, and once you get used to her, she’s really easy to be around." Tang Keke lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers.
"I’m the nervous type, always overreacting and rambling. If anything, I should be thanking Bai Yuyou for being willing to be friends with me."
Ye Shuang didn’t press further. Soon, they arrived at her place.
"Bye, Brother!"
"Take care."
"Will do!"
Watching her disappear into the apartment complex, Ye Shuang slowly rolled up the window.
"Quite the complementary personalities. Bai Yuyou isn’t timid at all," he murmured to himself. Just then, his phone rang.
At first, he thought it might be Bai Yuyou calling, but the screen showed an incoming video call from Chen Qin.
"A video call? Why?" Though they had known each other since childhood, Ye Shuang and Chen Qin had never video-called before. Staring at the notification, he hesitated.
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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
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.”
