...
Tang Keke typed the answer on the keyboard, but could not help looking up, then fell silent for a few seconds.
Wait, why are you, An Shiyu, invigilating the exam instead of taking it?!
If the classroom was not so quiet right now, Tang Keke would have slammed the desk, stood up, and pointed at the short-haired girl on the podium!
Perhaps feeling Tang Keke's gaze, An Shiyu, who was sitting on the podium, spun the pen in her hand and then revealed a contemptuous smile, Heh.
Tang Keke's face instantly turned red with anger, and even her cheeks puffed up.
The girl secretly thought to herself that if she failed Advanced Mathematics this time, it must be because of An Shiyu's influence.
Yes, that must be it!
At this time, Ye Shuang returned from the restroom. He found that An Shiyu had no intention of leaving, and there was a chair left beside her.
Alright, you should go back, Ye Shuang lowered his voice. But An Shiyu did not move. Her eyes behind the plain glasses looked at Ye Shuang, and she simply rested her stocking-clad leg on his thigh.
Ye Shuang: ?!
Ye Shuang subconsciously made a sound but immediately stopped. After all, there were dozens of students sitting here.
Ye Shuang: ...
He shot a glance at the girl, but who knew An Shiyu would just shake her head, take out her phone, and start playing with it, while her toes playfully rubbed against his trouser leg.
Based on Ye Shuang's understanding of this fish, if he resisted, she would probably get even more excited, right?
Ye Shuang had no choice but to let An Shiyu rest her leg like that. After all, the podium blocked the view, so no one below could see.
Just as Ye Shuang checked the time to see when the exam would end, he found that An Shiyu's foot was not behaving, actually starting to slide around like a swimming dragon.
Yet she still propped up her cheek and played with her phone, as if she was not the one doing it.
Ye Shuang: ...
Forget it.
Soon, the exam ended. Along with the ringing bell, Ye Shuang slowly stood up and did not forget to pinch the back of An Shiyu's neck with his palm, saying,
The exam is over. Everyone, click the submit button in the top right corner.
Then come over and get your phones back.
The students came up one after another to retrieve their phones. Tang Keke trotted over, but she was not in a hurry to get her phone. Instead, she stood on her tiptoes and asked An Shiyu,
Why didn't you have to take the exam, and you're even acting as an invigilator?!
An Shiyu crossed her arms, Who said I didn't take the exam?
How could you take the exam sitting here?!
Of course I handed in my paper early. Did you think I'd be like you, only managing to squeeze out the word 'Solve' after half a day? An Shiyu said.
Tang Keke was left speechless. Finally, she buried her head in Bai Yuyou's chest, Wuwuwu, Yuyou, she's bullying me.
Bai Yuyou patted Keke's back with an expressionless little face.
So noisy. Seeing these girls, Ye Shuang stood aside and could not help thinking—though he felt this was quite nice. Even their bickering made him sigh with emotion, Ah, youth.
This thing called youth could only be felt by someone who was no longer at that age.
...
The exams lasted for two days, and Ye Shuang only invigilated for half a day. He spent the rest of the time in the infirmary. However, unlike before, neither of the two fishes were there.
Knock, knock.
A sound came from the door of the infirmary. Ye Shuang, who was reading a medical book, turned his head and saw a pale-faced boy.
Where are you feeling unwell? Ye Shuang asked.
[Character: Guan Guan
Abdominal pain]
School doctor, my stomach hurts, the boy said, clutching his stomach as he walked in.
What did you eat?
I drank the soup my mom made, the boy said with an awful expression. To make the soup milky white, she put Nutri-Express and sour milk drinks into it.
Ye Shuang was quiet for a few seconds.
What the heck?
Have you gone to the bathroom?
Yes, seven times today, the boy said, subconsciously looking for a nearby restroom. Is there a restroom in the infirmary?
There's one just around the corner outside, Ye Shuang said, then prescribed him some medicine.
Drink this powder mix and it will stop the diarrhea.
Okay, thank you, doctor.
After staying in the infirmary for a while, the boy immediately stood up and left.
Ye Shuang watched his departing back, not taking it too seriously. However, a faint window suddenly appeared, making his expression freeze slightly.
[You look very handsome treating others]
[Strength has slightly increased]
Ye Shuang: ...
Are you acting up again? Or playing some weird game?
Although he complained about the system in his heart, Ye Shuang's eyes fell on the book beside him. He then tried to pick it up to feel his strength.
Whether the book was already very light, or because of a psychological effect, Ye Shuang found that his strength really seemed to have increased a bit?
After realizing this, Ye Shuang stood up and lifted a chair.
It seems...
No change?
Ye Shuang fell into deep thought.
Can't you be like other systems, with some kind of shop or attribute points or something?
Just as Ye Shuang was thinking this, a strange window really appeared before his eyes—
[Are you willing to trade all the clothes on your body for any target's underwear?]
No thanks.
...
After the two-day exam period ended, the winter vacation finally arrived.
The grades would be announced during the holiday. Since it was a rare vacation time, Ye Shuang also gave himself a short holiday, which would last all the way to the Spring Festival. As for the company, he did not need to worry too much; as long as he took some time to drop by, there would basically be no problems.
And for a period before the Spring Festival, Chen Qin would also take a short break. After all, working at high intensity all the time would not do.
Sizzle—
The sound of frying eggs rang out in the kitchen.
Ye Shuang got up early to prepare breakfast for Bai Yuyou.
Perhaps because the holidays had started, Bai Yuyou did not wake up early like usual but slept all the way until nine o'clock.
The warm sunlight spilled in from outside the window, making it feel like one's mood for the whole day could improve.
Maybe I should take Yuyou out for a walk today. It seems we haven't been alone together for a long time, Ye Shuang could not help thinking.
But if they went out, what could they do?
Hmm...
Let's go climb a mountain. It's better to exercise the body. Perhaps thinking of Tang Keke's incredibly fragile constitution, Ye Shuang could not help but focus more on Bai Yuyou's physical health.
Just as Ye Shuang was thinking this, he subconsciously scooped the fried egg out of the pan.
The faint aroma of egg whites, sandwiched in bread later, would make for a nice breakfast.
[A nice breakfast]
[Your energy has slightly increased]
Another familiar window. Ye Shuang noticed that the system was popping up windows more and more frequently. Although he did not understand what exactly was happening, it was not a bad thing overall.
It's just, is there any difference between this energy and physical stamina?

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!