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Mmm...
Ye Shuang slowly opened his eyes. The cool breeze blowing in slightly from the window brought a hint of morning light. Beside him nestled a long-haired girl, fast asleep while gripping the blanket.
She said she came over to keep me company, but ended up falling asleep in seconds. Ye Shuang reached out and brushed aside the hair on Bai Yuyou's cheek. Seeing her cute sleeping face, he smiled faintly and then pulled the blanket up a little to cover her better.
Today he had to go to the hospital to check out this so-called amnesia. Ye Shuang didn't know why he had lost his memories, but things definitely didn't look good if this continued—did he actually have early-onset Alzheimer's?
... Rubbing his temples, Ye Shuang shook his head and walked out of the room. He inadvertently noticed that Bai Yuyou's room was still open. He glanced inside, found that only Keke was sleeping in there, and casually helped close the door.
It was still early, so Ye Shuang went down to the first floor to prepare breakfast. While washing and chopping the ingredients, he didn't forget to open An Shiyu's chat window.
After thinking for a moment, he wiped the water drops off his hands and typed a few words.
Ye Shuang: Do you have time to chat?
But the other party did not respond. It wouldn't be surprising if she was still sleeping at this hour. Considering this, Ye Shuang recalled the message and continued to prepare the ingredients.
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In the quiet room, the thick fabric curtains were drawn. The dim environment gave off a nighttime vibe. If it weren't for the flashing LED strips in the distance, the room might not have had any light source at all.
Zhiyin, ahaha~ A phone ringtone suddenly sounded. The short-haired girl lying on the bed frowned slightly. She reached out, felt around, and picked up her phone.
Struggling to open her eyes, An Shiyu looked at the message on the screen and saw it was from Ye Shuang.
Isn't it... only six o'clock right now? Has Uncle pitched a tent for so long that he's going crazy? An Shiyu muttered. Then she slowly sat up and yawned, first glancing beside her—
A long-haired girl was fast asleep with her back to her. Seeing her side profile, An Shiyu still felt a bit of unreality.
Perhaps this wasn't a dream; she had really come back.
An Shiyu shifted her gaze back to the phone screen, only to find that Ye Shuang had recalled the message.
...
Early in the morning, honestly. Overcome by sleepiness, An Shiyu stretched and then face-planted back onto the bed.
Ouch, you're pressing on my hair!
After struggling a bit, An Shiyi chose to directly kick An Shiyu off the bed. Don't you know that hurts?
She rubbed the roots of her hair, never expecting that having long hair would be such a hassle, and suddenly felt a bit annoyed.
At this time, An Shiyu also climbed back onto the bed. She looked at An Shiyi, Uncle just sent me a message.
What?
The other girl looked over with a confused expression.
He said he doesn't believe it, so he wants to set a time to try making a baby. Right after An Shiyu finished speaking, An Shiyi blinked, Oh?
Why aren't you reacting?
It's not that... Should we take turns or do it together? An Shiyi said, Mmm...
Seeing An Shiyi actually looking like she was seriously considering it, An Shiyu got dot-eyes and waved her hand, I was just talking nonsense.
Tch, and here I was actually thinking about it. An Shiyi waved her hand, then lay back down to sleep.
An Shiyu glanced at the time, stretched, and also lay down.
Better just sleep.
The concept of waking up early did not exist in their biological clocks.
Right at that moment, An Shiyi opened her eyes, By the way, since Uncle didn't send anything, you should send him a message yourself and say you want to set a time to make a baby.
Do you really want a baby?
I'm just curious about Uncle's reaction... Well, making a baby shouldn't be a problem either.
Heh.
...
Meanwhile, Ye Shuang was still making breakfast at home, and soon received a reply from An Shiyu.
An Shiyu: What did you just send?
Ye Shuang: Did I wake you up? Sorry, I just wanted to find a time to chat with you guys.
An Shiyu: Alright... then let's meet at the usual place.
Ye Shuang: Uh...
Ye Shuang: Where is the usual place?
Ye Shuang: scratching_head.jpg
An Shiyu: Location - Xixila Grand Hotel
An Shiyu: Seriously, you've done it with us hundreds of times, and you don't even remember the usual place?
An Shiyu: Remember to bring little umbrellas, you always make me bring them, honestly.
Ye Shuang: ...
Ye Shuang: Received.
Ye Shuang put down his phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He continued making breakfast. Just as Ye Shuang stared blankly at the frying egg that was gradually getting burnt, he suddenly shouted,
No, is there something wrong with my head? Ye Shuang still couldn't understand how they ended up together.
Coincidentally, Tang Keke came downstairs at this time. Smelling the aroma of breakfast, she peeked her head toward the kitchen—seeing Ye Shuang's back, she curiously asked, Smells so good! Brother, what are you making for breakfast?
Making a sandwich with fried eggs, then frying some dough sticks and adding some vegetables in. Ye Shuang said, and then his gaze fell on Tang Keke, Keke, why did you come down wearing just that?
Although the temperature wasn't low right now, Keke's outfit was indeed a bit too revealing; her small tank top could barely contain her.
Oh, I realized I ran out of clothes to change into. Tang Keke scratched her head, I've been staying here quite a lot lately, but it's fine, there are no outsiders in Brother's house.
Just be careful not to catch a cold. Ye Shuang didn't have any unnecessary thoughts. After reminding her, he suddenly thought of the matter with An Shiyu,
Keke, let me ask you something.
Oh, oh, go ahead? Keke said.
What do you think of me? As soon as Ye Shuang spoke, he saw Keke freeze for a few seconds and let out an Eh—
Oh my, Brother is very handsome and gentle, b-but I only like 2D characters. Tang Keke blushed, feeling embarrassed. Brother, you're a good person.
I didn't mean it like that. After receiving a good guy card, Ye Shuang could only say helplessly, I was just curious about how you guys view me.
Oh, oh, so that's what it is? Realizing she had misunderstood, Tang Keke stuck out her tongue to ease the awkwardness.
Am I a scumbag?
A scumbag? I don't think so. I think Brother is quite nice. Tang Keke shook her head.
Then what do you think about me and An Shiyu... Ye Shuang paused, suddenly feeling that it wasn't good to ask like this, and just blurted out, An Shiyu and An Shiyi, how was my relationship with them in the past?
Little Yu? Tang Keke thought for a moment. Didn't she often run over to hang out in your school infirmary? But who is An Shiyi?
Isn't An Shiyi An Shiyu's twin sister? Ye Shuang asked. Did Tang Keke not know about An Shiyi's existence?
Huh? That girl has a twin sister? Tang Keke put on a confused face with question marks all over.
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.”
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!"
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?"
