Night.
"Hehe, Ye, stop it. Why do we have to shower together? I really can't do anything about you." In the dim room, the fast-asleep Chen Qin giggled foolishly, then rolled over, her arm landing squarely on Ye Shuang's face.
Ye Shuang let out a groan of pain and helplessly pushed her arm away. Beside him, Chen Qin was sleeping soundly, curled up slightly like a little squirrel. Ye Shuang looked away and continued staring at the familiar ceiling from his memories.
His gaze slowly shifted to the white clock icon. It still wasn't ticking; time seemed to have suddenly stopped at this very moment.
Ye Shuang originally thought it would start ticking normally after midnight, but it still hadn't.
And the system hadn't given any prompts either, leaving Ye Shuang feeling a bit helpless.
Whatever, better get some sleep first.
The night passed silently.
After waking up, Ye Shuang realized that this wasn't a dream. Seeing the white clock that was no longer ticking, he realized he seemed to be trapped in this timeline.
Considering that no matter how long he stayed here, returning would just take him back to his original time, Ye Shuang wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he got out of bed to prepare breakfast.
Opening the fridge, he found pork, rice noodles, and some eggs.
I'll just make some rice noodle soup.
Thinking this, Ye Shuang took out all the ingredients.
He sliced the pork, skillfully fried an egg, and then brought water to a boil. As the broth gradually turned a milky white, Ye Shuang began to season it—though it seemed the house only had salt, sugar, and soy sauce, and MSG was still a banned item here.
But this should be enough, right?
Ye Shuang let the soup simmer. Later, whoever wanted to eat could just toss the rice noodles in to blanch them briefly, and they'd be ready to serve.
Perhaps the noise in the kitchen attracted Mother Ye's attention. She walked out wearing a pink peony pajama set. Seeing Ye Shuang bustling about in the kitchen, she was visibly stunned. "Huh?"
Her son, who always loved sleeping in, was up early making breakfast?
This... could it be she hadn't slept enough and was dreaming?
"Yeah, I must be too tired lately to actually start hallucinating," Mother Ye muttered. She went back into her room and closed the door. A moment later, she opened it again, only to find that the person standing in the kitchen was indeed her son!
"Mom, go brush your teeth and come eat breakfast." Ye Shuang smiled slightly. He wasn't surprised by his mother's expression at all. After all, when he was young, he was indeed used to taking his parents' kindness for granted.
The child wishes to support them, but the parents are no longer there. After his parents passed away, Ye Shuang wanted to regret it, but it was already too late.
"I'm not increasing your allowance," Mother Ye said bluntly, seeing Ye Shuang's attentive behavior and assuming he wanted more pocket money.
"It's fine, I'm not doing this for pocket money," Ye Shuang shook his head.
Mother Ye cast a suspicious glance at Ye Shuang, as if trying to confirm whether he was possessed by a ghost or had some other ulterior motive.
"You didn't put any weird seasonings in this, did you?"
"No."
Hearing this, Mother Ye went to wash up first. When she finally started eating the rice noodles, she found the taste surprisingly decent. It was worth noting that Ye Shuang never used to cook.
"Is it good?" Ye Shuang asked with a smile.
Mother Ye felt a bit creeped out being stared at by Ye Shuang's gentle eyes. She patted her pants. "I surrender. Spit it out, how much money do you want?"
Ye Shuang knew his reaction made his mother a bit uncomfortable, so he just played along.
"Fifty bucks."
"I knew it. Here, a hundred... spend it carefully. Buy some drinks for Qin and Fatty Hai, share with everyone." Mother Ye took a red banknote from her wallet and placed it in front of Ye Shuang.
"Thanks, Mom." Taking the bill, he casually slipped it into his pocket without paying it much mind.
"Hmph, you're only this enthusiastic when asking for money." Although Mother Ye said this, she seemed quite happy seeing her son cook.
A while later, Father Ye also woke up. He was very surprised that Ye Shuang actually made breakfast. You have to know, this kid wouldn't even necessarily get up when the sun was shining on his butt. But when he learned it was just for pocket money, he wasn't surprised at all.
At this time, Chen Qin also woke up.
She yawned in her pajamas and plopped down on a chair.
Mother Ye treated Chen Qin like half a daughter. Seeing her looking half-asleep, she asked Ye Shuang, "What time did you two go to bed last night? Sneaking around playing video games again?"
"Ah? I didn't," Ye Shuang immediately stated. Furthermore, Chen Qin fell asleep very quickly last night, and even gave him a few slaps while sleep-talking.
"Auntie, I'll go wash up first."
"Okay, go ahead."
After Chen Qin finished washing up, she looked much more energetic. Seeing the rice noodles on the table, she smiled brightly. "Auntie, you made rice noodles today. They look so delicious."
"I didn't make them, Shuangzai did."
"Huh? Ye?" Chen Qin looked shocked. She hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Are they edible?"
"Of course they're edible," Ye Shuang said from the side. Chen Qin then sat down and gave it a try.
She found it surprisingly decent, not at all like someone's first time cooking.
But she spent all day with Ye Shuang and had never seen him cook before, right?
"Ye, are you interested in applying to New Oriental Culinary School?"
"I have no interest in being a chef. I'll just go to your dad's company and be a boss in the future," Ye Shuang said with a smile.
"Heh, keep dreaming," Mother Ye scoffed from the side, intending to shatter Ye Shuang's fantasy.
On the contrary, Father Ye, who was reading the newspaper, spoke up, "Although our Shuangzai's grades aren't great, he's still a stock with potential. If he works hard in the future, he might even have a chance to get into First High School."
"If he gets in, I'll burn high incense to thank the gods."
"Ye's grades are actually okay," Chen Qin chimed in.
The family chatted and laughed. Ye Shuang quietly watched this scene, inexplicably enjoying and even clinging to the feeling of this moment. Because the people here right now were real; this wasn't an illusion, nor was it a dream.
Maybe staying a little longer wouldn't be so bad?
Breakfast time ended. Ye Shuang originally intended to talk more with his father, but found out they were going to a friend's house to play mahjong.
After all, the two of them didn't really like staying at home.
Left with no choice, Ye Shuang had to start planning what to do today. Otherwise, he could just clean the house, and tidy up his own pigsty of a room while he was at it.
He found that he couldn't quite stand the room he used to live in; it was a total mess.
"Sweeping the floor? Ye, we made plans with Fuyao today, aren't we going to the sports center to play badminton together?" Chen Qin asked from the side.
Fuyao?
Fuyao...
"She's still alive..." Li Fuyao, Fugui's older sister... It was precisely because of her death that Fugui turned into the way he was today.
Ye Shuang muttered, while Chen Qin blinked her eyes, "What are you talking about? She's perfectly fine, of course she's alive."

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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.”

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?"