"Brother, I heard An Shiyu has been sick lately."
The next morning, while eating breakfast, Tang Keke brought up the matter. "It seems she's taken several days of sick leave."
Hearing this, Ye Shuang was a bit surprised. An Shiyu was sick?
His brows furrowed slightly. Could it be a problem with her heart disease...
Ye Shuang took out his phone and checked, then sent a message to that fish—and a reply came quickly. An Shiyu only replied with a single word: "No."
What a concise reply. She probably just took sick leave to go slack off somewhere, right?
Taking sick leave to play around everywhere definitely fit that girl's personality.
Just as Ye Shuang felt relieved, his phone vibrated again, and he took a look.
An Shiyu: But the other fish is indeed sick, just a little cold.
The other one?
Ye Shuang thought for a moment and suddenly recalled Chao Yiyu's gradually weakening constitution. He couldn't help but ponder for a few seconds, and worry began to set in.
Was it really just a common cold?
"Ye Shuang, are you thinking about An Shiyu?" Bai Yuyou asked from the side.
"Yeah, should we go visit her?" Ye Shuang said.
Bai Yuyou exchanged a glance with Tang Keke. If she was sick, it would indeed be better to visit.
However, the two girls still had to go to school, so they couldn't possibly take time off to visit the sick. They decided to go over after school in the afternoon. As for Ye Shuang, he could go take a look beforehand. After all, with the help of the system, he could figure out Chao Yiyu's current condition.
Although Ye Shuang still didn't know what the so-called [Cost] was, going to see her was better than doing nothing.
After the two girls left for school, Ye Shuang updated his novel for the day and went to the garage, planning to drive to An Shiyu's house.
Today, Wangchai was still staying by his car as usual, like a short-legged security guard—when it saw Ye Shuang, it stood up slightly, and its tail began to wag.
"What, now you've learned to welcome me?" Ye Shuang couldn't help but smile when he saw Wangchai wagging its tail. Before, it had looked like it couldn't care less, but after being fed for this period, its eyes had begun to show a clear, innocent look, much like a college student's.
"Do you want to come home with me?" Seeing its dusty and disheveled appearance, Ye Shuang asked.
However, the corgi shook its head in a very human-like manner. It clearly understood what Ye Shuang wanted to do.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang didn't say anything more. Instead, he opened the car door as usual, took out some meat sausages from Bai Yuyou's little treasure trove, fed the dog, and drove out of the garage.
...
"Beep, beep beep—"
Ye Shuang looked at the traffic light not far away. Perhaps because it was rush hour, the traffic was still quite heavy.
Ye Shuang knew exactly where An Shiyu lived. Or rather, there was nowhere the two girls went that he didn't know about. During that infinite time loop, he had tried his best to do everything he could.
In a flash, he had driven the car into the underground garage of a residential area—this was a downtown residential area, and usually, if you didn't have a gate card, security would come over to check.
But perhaps because of the luxury car Ye Shuang was driving, the security guard just took one look and let him through immediately, without even asking a question.
Ye Shuang familiarly drove into an area. When he saw the neatly parked colorful chopped pepper fish heads in the distance, he scanned the nearby spots and finally parked in a spacious aisle that wasn't exactly a parking space.
After all, the parking spaces were all sold. If Ye Shuang parked in someone's private space, he would inevitably have to come down midway to move his car.
After parking the car and taking the elevator, he stopped in front of a door.
This was where An Shiyu lived.
Ye Shuang glanced at the fruits he was carrying, then rang the doorbell—
It was quiet inside.
Just as Ye Shuang was wondering if she wasn't home, a mechanical sound came from the door lock, and it slowly opened.
A short-haired girl looked clearly surprised to see Ye Shuang. "Oh? Oh?"
Chao Yiyu gave off a decadent vibe. She seemed to be sweating, with a few strands of hair sticking to her face. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder short-sleeved shirt, and one could faintly notice the fine beads of sweat on her.
[Character: An Shiyu
Sick, expected to recover in two days]
The girl's face was a bit red; it seemed she really did have a cold. After Ye Shuang checked with the system, he relaxed a little.
Hmm, looks like it's not a big problem.
"Uncle, why are you here?" Chao Yiyu asked, her voice sounding lazy and slightly hoarse.
"I heard you caught a cold, so I came to see you," Ye Shuang said.
"Eh... are you that nice?" Chao Yiyu said, her body swaying unsteadily. Seeing this, Ye Shuang quickly supported her shoulders. At this moment, Chao Yiyu looked at Ye Shuang with half-open eyes, her face flushed from the fever. This delicate appearance made Ye Shuang pause for a moment.
Ye Shuang helped her into the house and then noticed the blanket on the sofa and the TV turned on beside it. He couldn't help but say,
"If you're not feeling well, you should just stay in your room and rest. Why are you in the living room?"
"The room is too stuffy." Chao Yiyu sat on the sofa, then lay down, her voice still lazy.
"In front of you is a super cute girl who can't resist. Do whatever you want."
Saying that, she even rolled over, exposing her purple-patterned bowl.
"I'm not going to do anything," Ye Shuang said helplessly, then placed the fruits on the table nearby. The house was fairly clean, probably because a robot vacuum was wandering around nearby.
"Eh, Uncle, you can't even do that?" Chao Yiyu showed dot eyes.
But the next second, her little nose was tapped by Ye Shuang's finger. "Stop being glib when you're sick."
The girl rubbed her nose. Whether it was because she was really uncomfortable or something else, she settled down.
Ye Shuang also checked her condition a bit. After confirming it wasn't a major issue, he looked around. "Where's the other one?"
"She went out to play."
"She sure is at ease leaving you alone..."
"..."
Ye Shuang sat up slightly. "Have you eaten anything?"
"I only drank a bottle of cola today... Coca-Cola."
"When you're sick, please eat something normal... I'll make you some porridge?" Ye Shuang said, walking skillfully to the kitchen nearby. He even took rice out of the cabinet, not looking at all like it was his first time here.
Chao Yiyu watched silently from a distance, looking a bit puzzled. Although it wasn't impossible that the other fish had brought Ye Shuang here before, she should have known about it. Why did Ye Shuang seem so familiar with this place?
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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?
