An Shiyu and An Shiyi clearly hadn't expected their grandfather to say that. The two girls exchanged a glance before finally asking suspiciously, "Is it really a betrothal gift?"
"Of course, and that's only a part of it." Anshi Yilang looked at Ye Shuang and said, "What do you think, kid?"
"Uh..." Ye Shuang also hadn't expected the old man to say that, so he had to explain, "I already have a fiancée."
"Don't worry, just add them together. How can young people not have a little romantic drama?" Anshi Yilang said.
Ye Shuang: "?"
After dealing with the fuss for a while, an exhausted Ye Shuang walked out of the school director's office. This old man was like a broken record. Every time Ye Shuang tried to say something, the old guy would shout: "What?! Could it be that my little Yu..."
I'd better go back and get some rest.
...
Ye Shuang returned to the infirmary and closed his eyes to rest for a bit. He didn't know how much time had passed before he noticed some movement and looked toward the door. Two female students were standing outside, looking hesitant and secretly peeking into the room.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Come in," Ye Shuang said as he stood up upon seeing the students.
"Hello, Doctor. My friend seems to have a splinter in her leg." The girl stammered a bit, her eyes too embarrassed to even look directly at Ye Shuang.
"Hmm? Then let me get it out for you," Ye Shuang said.
"Uh." Even though Ye Shuang said that, the girl still looked hesitant, as if she had some unspeakable difficulty. Seeing this, Ye Shuang opened his interface to take a look.
[Name: Luo Yumeng
Yinshan Academy, Year 4 Class 2, Drone Major. Has a wooden splinter in her butt.]
Ye Shuang: "..."
Her butt, huh. It seems she was too embarrassed, so she said it was her leg.
"Is it in a rather awkward spot?" Ye Shuang said with a smile, trying to make his tone sound as gentle as possible. "It's okay, I'm a doctor. You don't need to worry about it. Plus, you can use a blanket to cover yourself up a bit and only expose the affected area."
"Okay..."
In the end, the girl lay face down on the examination bed, and her companion used a blanket to wrap around her, leaving only the affected area exposed for Ye Shuang to see.
"It's infected and festering. Has this splinter been in there for a while?" Ye Shuang asked after noticing the wound.
"Yeah... I don't know how it got stuck in there..." the girl replied with a voice as quiet as a mosquito. In truth, she only came to the infirmary because the pain had become unbearable. Because of the awkward location, she was too embarrassed to speak of it, let alone go to a hospital.
"She probably just endured it and held out for a few days," her companion added to Ye Shuang.
"If there's a problem, you must see a doctor promptly. Many serious conditions develop precisely because people ignore them and drag things out," Ye Shuang said. He then put on his gloves and sanitized his hands.
"Student, please help me spread it apart a little." Ye Shuang felt it was inappropriate to use his own hands for that, plus he was holding tweezers.
"Oh, oh, okay."
After about ten seconds, Ye Shuang pulled the wooden splinter out, completely cleaned out the pus, and disinfected the wound.
"Did it hurt?" Ye Shuang asked. He had moved quickly and extracted it in an instant.
"Just a little."
After finishing the treatment, Ye Shuang took off his gloves and asked the girl to go to the side to fill out some paperwork. "The wound isn't too serious. Now that the foreign object has been cleaned out, it will heal very quickly. If you're worried, you can come back here regularly to get the dressing changed."
"Th-thank you, Doctor. Boohoo, I'll never be able to get married now!" Saying that, the girl covered her face and ran away.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Well, these things happen occasionally. Come to think of it, it had been a while since he had seen any feverish patients. Perhaps it was because people weren't aware that the Third Infirmary was open again.
A few more students came in after that, but none of them had any major issues.
This rare, ordinary daily routine of a school doctor made Ye Shuang feel a bit more peaceful inside. It was now almost time for school to end.
The setting sun scattered across the windowsill like shattered gold. A few pigeons hopped on the railing outside the window, occasionally turning their heads to look into the infirmary.
"Club activities aren't suspended today, so I might as well go take a look." As Ye Shuang thought this, he stood up and walked toward the Light Music Club's activity room. As a school doctor at Yinshan Academy, he rarely came to the campus anymore. As the supervising teacher, it would be best for him to at least show his face at the club.
After sending a message to the two girls, Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou replied that they happened to be in the Light Music Club as well.
Tang Keke: Currently practicing my instrument!
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Playing a rhythm game on a tablet.
Bai Yuyou: The snacks at the Light Music Club have been really good lately.
It seemed neither of the girls was seriously practicing their instruments.
When Ye Shuang arrived at the activity room, he saw Zhixia and Linlin sitting on the sofa. Zhixia seemed very happy to see Ye Shuang arrive.
"Mr. Ye, long time no see!"
"Long time no see. You guys look like you're doing well," Ye Shuang said. However, he then heard the sound of a piano. He followed the sound and looked toward the corner—
A tall girl was playing the piano, her fingers fluidly striking the keys to produce notes.
"An Shiyeye?" Ye Shuang looked at the girl and subconsciously blurted out.
"It's An Shi Ducky!" The piano music came to an abrupt halt as the girl turned her head and immediately corrected him.
"Sorry, I couldn't remember for a moment."
"Mr. Ye, Yaya has joined our Light Music Club," Zhixia explained. Ye Shuang was a bit surprised, but he didn't say much. He simply welcomed her and sat down on the sofa.
"President, I have something to say!" At this moment, An Shi Yaya raised her hand.
"What is it?" Zhixia blinked.
"Isn't everyone in the Light Music Club slacking off a bit?!" An Shi Yaya put her hands on her hips.
Slacking off...
Hearing this, Zhixia looked around at everyone.
Tang Keke was playing a rhythm game, Bai Yuyou was nibbling on a rice cracker like a little hamster, Ye Shuang was reading a medical book on the sofa, Linlin was drinking tea, and she herself had been watching baking videos. If An Shiyu were here, she would most likely be playing video games too.
"Uh..." Zhixia stared blankly for a few seconds, her voice hesitant. "Maybe, just a tiny bit?"
"It's a lot!"
"No, no, I'm practicing my sense of rhythm," Tang Keke argued. "Playing rhythm games is also playing music."
"Actually, you can't really blame us for slacking off," Linlin had no choice but to say at this point.
"The academy hasn't held any events suitable for performances recently, so we're just taking a little break."
"That's right, that's right. Come over and have a cup of tea. These snacks are really delicious." Tang Keke also leisurely reached her hand out toward An Shi Yaya.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
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?"
