Ye Shuang shouldn't have had any memory of the school director's office, but his body's subconscious reactions guided him along the route—as if he had been there many times before, completely incapable of taking a wrong turn.
"Perhaps the body has memories too," Ye Shuang thought silently as he stood in front of the school director's office, holding out his hand and looking at his palm.
Maybe some subconscious behaviors hadn't vanished along with his lost memories.
"What, didn't wash your hands after using the toilet?" seeing Ye Shuang spacing out, An Shiyu, who was beside him, pinched her nose and asked.
"..."
The atmosphere was completely ruined. It really was true that the vibe always changed completely whenever An Shiyu was involved.
Ye Shuang had no choice but to reach out and knock on the door. A stern voice quickly sounded from inside, "Come in."
Pushing the door open, Ye Shuang soon saw the thin, small old man inside. His unsmiling demeanor made him look like someone who was hard to talk to. Just sitting there in his chair, he exuded an imposing aura.
Although Ye Shuang had read about this old man in the novel, meeting him in person gave a completely different feeling.
Sure enough, the novel was too exaggerated. The corners of Anshi Yilang's mouth turned downward, making him look entirely like someone who couldn't take a joke.
"Why so serious? Should I leave then?" An Shiyu looked at Anshi Yilang's silent expression and immediately felt a bit of disdain.
The next second, Anshi Yilang's originally stern expression instantly broke into a smile as wrinkled as an old chrysanthemum. "Hehehe, Grandpa was just joking. Come, come, my precious little Yu, sit over here."
"Grandpa has two thighs, just enough for each of you to have one."
"No way."
"Disgusting." The two girls said one after the other.
Seeing Anshi Yilang change his face faster than flipping a page in a book, the corner of Ye Shuang's mouth twitched. He suddenly felt that what he had written about Anshi Yilang in his novel was actually a bit too conservative.
What a strange old man. However, his almost doting affection for his granddaughters was definitely genuine.
Ye Shuang paused, adjusting his tone. "Old Mr. Anshi, what did you want to see me about?"
"Oh? Have you really recovered from your amnesia?" Anshi Yilang asked in surprise. After all, he had found it quite strange when he learned about Ye Shuang's amnesia a while ago.
Previously, Anshi Yilang had even thought that if Ye Shuang's memory didn't recover well, he would just take him to live overseas for a while. That way, it might even allow him and his little Yu to properly nurture their relationship.
"Not exactly, I've barely recovered a little." Facing Anshi Yilang's concern, Ye Shuang weighed his words and then asked again, "What did you need me for?"
Although he knew a lot of things, Ye Shuang was still unclear about the details, such as how he usually interacted with Anshi Yilang.
"Oh, about that." Anshi Yilang stood up and then asked,
"Ye Shuang, when are you going to marry my granddaughter?"
Ye Shuang didn't seem too surprised that Anshi Yilang would ask this. He paused and simply said, "I'm sorry."
"What are you dissatisfied with regarding my precious little Yu?!" Anshi Yilang said, looking at his precious granddaughter. Then he continued, "Is it her slimes? Although they aren't big, you don't realize that small ones have their own..."
Before he could finish speaking, a slipper hit his head, leaving a shoe print.
At this moment, An Shiyu's gaze looked somewhat murderous. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Wuwuwu, so full of vitality. Grandpa just loves it so much." Deeply moved, Anshi Yilang used a handkerchief to wipe his tears and then cleaned the shoe print off his head.
Indeed, compared to An Shiyu lying in a hospital bed, the lively and energetic young girl before his eyes was undoubtedly what Anshi Yilang wanted to see the most.
Ye Shuang watched silently, not speaking up to interrupt the interaction between the grandfather and granddaughters.
However, with behavior like this, it was no wonder Anshi Yilang was disdained by his granddaughters.
"Alright, back to business..." Anshi Yilang's expression gradually calmed down as he simply asked, "Anshi Yi, how did you save her? I'm really curious about this kind of problem that can't be solved with common sense."
"I don't know." Ye Shuang's words made Anshi Yilang freeze for a moment. "You don't know?"
"Perhaps a miracle descended?" Ye Shuang continued, "I would never take credit for this, but regarding Little Yi's situation... I truly cannot explain it to you using common sense."
Anshi Yilang was an old fox. How could he not understand that Ye Shuang's words held something back? However, the old man didn't mind. Since Ye Shuang wasn't willing to say, he naturally wouldn't press him for his secrets.
"May I ask one more question?" Anshi Yilang spoke.
"Yes, of course."
Anshi Yilang first looked at Anshi Yi, and then his voice sounded a bit hesitant. "The one who came back... is it really Little Yu?"
"Or is she also a clone..."
According to Anshi Yilang's guess, Ye Shuang might have mastered a brand-new cloning technology, copying memories and bodies, while the real Little Yu had already sunk to the bottom of the sea.
"No," Ye Shuang said.
"..." Anshi Yilang only felt his breathing quicken a little.
"She is Anshi Yi, neither someone's shadow nor An Shiyu. She is herself, a silly joker with hyperthymesia." Ye Shuang smiled and said, "Of course, this name is also what I agreed upon with that guy back then."
Then, he turned his head to look at Anshi Yi.
"Right?"
At this moment, Anshi Yi stood there blankly. Her fingers grasped a strand of her bangs, looking left and right, but for some reason, she didn't dare to meet Ye Shuang's gaze. Her cheeks were just tinged with a hint of pink.
"Yo, so you have a day like this too?" An Shiyu nudged Anshi Yi with her elbow. "So weak."
"You're so annoying."
The two girls were on the verge of pinching each other.
Seeing this scene, Anshi Yilang completely relaxed. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Then let's start discussing the marriage. What kind do you like?"
"Why did it come back to this again?!"
"What?! Is my Little Yu not cute?"
"You old man are so annoying!" Even Ye Shuang started to feel disdain for him.
However, in the end, Anshi Yilang still handed a card to Ye Shuang. "There are fifty million inside. I don't know how else to express my gratitude."
"The money from last time was already a lot," Ye Shuang immediately said upon seeing this.
"No, it was too little."
"It was a lot." Ye Shuang refused to accept the money no matter what.
"Since neither of you wants it, just give it to me." The two girls said from the side. Although their allowance wasn't small, it wasn't quite enough to spend, especially since they had also bought an excavator.
"No, this is your dowry."
Hearing this, the two girls froze for a moment. "Huh?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
