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"I'm exhausted. Why does this trashy script require me to act all cute and whiny? Can't they get an actually talented male lead? It's always the same effeminate guys coming and going. They might as well just put on a little skirt and dance in a music video." Inside the hotel room, Alice looked at the script that was a full size larger than her face, tossed it aside, and sprawled out flat on the floor.
Standing to the side like a towering pagoda, Bobo spoke up, "Do you want me to turn it down?"
"Forget it, I still have my professional ethics." Although Alice loved to complain, she began to memorize her lines. Not only was she cute on the outside, but her work ethic was also incredibly professional.
Alice rolled around on the bed while holding the script and reading it carefully. It wasn't until she heard her phone ring that she reached out to grab it.
However, the girl's arm was just a bit too short. Alice stubbornly stretched her body but refused to actually get up and move closer.
It was very much that feeling of being in bed and wanting something that could easily be reached by sitting up, yet still choosing to strain your arm from a lying position.
In the end, Bobo handed the phone over to her.
"Hmm... oh?" Seeing a rather rare profile picture, Alice raised an eyebrow. Propping her small face up with one hand, she used the other to open the message.
Ye Shuang: Alice, do you have time right now?
Ye Shuang?
That was truly rare. No, to be exact, Alice had never seen Ye Shuang initiate a conversation with her before.
Alice lay on her stomach on the blanket, kicking her white-socked legs. A second later, she replied.
Alice: I am very busy, you know, but I suppose I can reluctantly spare a little time to answer your questions.
Ye Shuang: Typing...
Ye Shuang: Have you been busy with work lately?
Alice paused for a moment. Why would a guy like Ye Shuang care if she was busy or not?
She thought about it. Could it be that he was captivated by her charm?
Ye Shuang: Are you free to come out and hang out?
Alice shot up, striking a pose like the Sphinx. "I knew it!"
Bobo, standing nearby: ?
"My, my, I am quite busy, you know." Alice revealed a smug expression. "The line of people wanting to ask me out stretches all the way from here to another world."
Although Alice said that, she still sent a reply back.
Alice: What is it? I will consider it at my discretion.
Ye Shuang: I want to see Bobo.
Alice: ...
Bobo?
She subconsciously glanced at Bobo beside her, who was currently standing there casting an inquiring look.
Why would Ye Shuang be looking for Bobo out of nowhere?
Alice thought about it. That probably wasn't what he meant, right? If he wanted to find Bobo, why not ask Bobo directly? Why look for her?
Could it be that this bobo...
Alice subconsciously looked down at her own chest, her eyes widening instantly. "?!"
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Ye Shuang also received a message from Alice.
Alice: You animal!
Ye Shuang looked at the word and couldn't help but freeze for a moment. Did she make a typo? Why would she curse at me out of the blue?
Ye Shuang had no choice but to reply with a head-scratching emoji.
Alice: You pervert, you creep! You're even interested in something so small!
Ye Shuang: Huh?!
Ye Shuang: I just meant that I wanted to see your bodyguard, Bobo.
On the other end of the chat box, things went eerily quiet.
A few seconds passed before Alice sent another message.
Alice: That was Bobo chatting with you just now. It absolutely wasn't me.
Ye Shuang: ...
Alice: What do you need Bobo for? Why did you come ask me if I had time?
Ye Shuang: I wasn't precise enough. What I meant is that I want to see both of you. Do you want to come over and hang out sometime?
Alice: Hmph, no time.
After saying that, Alice stopped replying altogether.
Ye Shuang looked at the messages, stunned for a few seconds. Did he say something wrong just now?
Were kids this age just a bit harder to communicate with?
Helpless, seeing that Alice wasn't replying, Ye Shuang could only set the chat window aside for now and casually browse his WeChat Moments while waiting for her to respond.
Ye Shuang's Moments feed was very clean. Aside from a few former subordinates, the rest of the people on his list were basically classmates.
And most of them were added during graduation season, belonging to the type of contacts he almost never chatted with.
At Ye Shuang's current age, his Moments feed was uniformly filled with people getting married, getting their marriage certificates, or even having kids.
After browsing for a while, he accidentally came across a post by Taozi.
It was a selfie. Taozi was cheerfully holding a white plastic bag filled with bottles and cans, and standing next to her was a tall girl who was also excitedly giving a thumbs up.
Obviously, both of them had collected quite a few bottles.
The caption read:
[Picking up bottles with a foreign classmate, very happy.]
Seeing the familiar-looking girl, Ye Shuang couldn't help but feel a bit surprised that Taozi had actually built a good relationship with her.
What was this girl's name again...
I'm Fishy?
No, that's not right...
Ye Shuang suddenly realized he couldn't remember her name. After all, he hadn't made a special effort to memorize it back then, and it had been several years. It was actually perfectly normal for him not to remember.
His finger then continued to scroll down.
He found another post, this one from Chen Qin.
Chen Qin had posted a photo taken at her office desk. On it sat a chibi figurine, and Ye Shuang noticed that its appearance was somewhat similar to his own. No, to be precise, it looked almost exactly like him.
The caption read:
[Today is another beautiful day.]
It looked quite fresh and sweet.
After giving Chen Qin's post a like, Ye Shuang scrolled down a bit more and found a photo posted by Bai Yuyou.
The photo was very simple; it was just a picture of her and Tang Keke sitting together on the sofa, not forgetting to flash a peace sign.
However, one look at the caption and it was obvious Tang Keke had written it:
[Sob sob sob sob sob sob]
Looking at the slimes that took up a quarter of the photo, Ye Shuang couldn't help but avert his gaze. Was this girl Keke getting more and more confident about her figure?
But thinking about it carefully, Yuyou's close friends were basically girls like Keke, Taozi, An Shiyu, Zhixia, and Linlin, so Keke had nothing to worry about?
Still, having confidence was a good thing. It was much better than having low self-esteem.
Ye Shuang kept scrolling. As for what was left, it was a post made yesterday by An Shiyu.
The content was a bit perplexing: four legs in pantyhose, stretched out straight.
Ye Shuang: ...
Posting pantyhose legs on Moments?
What did that mean?
There wasn't even a caption.
Ye Shuang finally exited Moments. He glanced at his message list; Alice still hadn't replied. Although Ye Shuang had no idea why she had such a huge reaction just now, she was probably busy at the moment.
Probably.
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
