"Why did you do this?" Ye Shuang asked.
"I'm shorry..." An Shiyaya sat on the floor in a W-sit position, shrinking her head. "Y-you can do whatever you want to me, just don't tell anyone. I won't resist."
"Don't say such weird things." Ye Shuang was helpless. Did everyone in the Anshi family speak so weirdly?
An Shiyu was like this, and so was Anshi Yilang.
"Why did you sneak into the school infirmary like this?" Ye Shuang had to continue asking. He felt that apart from some special medicines, there shouldn't be anything worth stealing here, right?
But this infirmary did have special chemicals; just the right dose could poison an adult to death.
Even though he knew An Shiyaya, Ye Shuang felt it was better to ask clearly. If the other party didn't have a reasonable explanation, then Ye Shuang planned to hand her over to the higher-ups.
When it came to potential danger, many things couldn't be taken lightly.
"I, I..." An Shiyaya twiddled her fingers in circles, looking left and right.
"Bang!"
Right at this moment, the infirmary door was kicked open.
Ye Shuang turned his head to look, only to find the two fish standing outside, holding a box of sushi sashimi in their hands, which seemed to be today's lunch.
"Oh?"
At this time, An Shiyu and Anshi Yi, who had returned from the cafeteria, were a bit surprised that Ye Shuang was here. When she saw An Shiyaya kneeling on the floor, An Shiyu, who was carrying the sushi, seemed to understand something.
"Yo, training a girl in the infirmary? Uncle, you really are more of a pervert than I imagined."
"Count me in," Anshi Yi reached out her hand and said.
"Did you guys misunderstand something?" Ye Shuang said, then asked the two fish to close the door first. Otherwise, if other students saw this, who knew what rumors would spread about An Shiyaya.
"Oh." An Shiyu closed the door with the back of her foot, while Anshi Yi tugged at her skirt. "Come on, let's graduate today."
"What are you doing?!" Ye Shuang glared.
"S○X?"
"S my foot?!" Ye Shuang retorted. He pointed at An Shiyaya. "Now is not the time for jokes."
"Oh, you like big ones?" Anshi Yi asked. She looked at An Shiyaya; those things were probably padded.
Because they weren't that big when she was a kid.
"So that wasn't what I meant from the start." Ye Shuang was helpless. He finally realized that he couldn't communicate with the Anshi family at all. They were all cut from the same cloth, whether it was Old Master Anshi or these two fish.
"So what are you doing here?" An Shiyu also returned to her seat and sat down.
"T-that, I, I was..." An Shiyaya stammered.
"Slut," An Shiyu said with dot eyes.
"Eh?!"
"A bitch who likes to be trained," Anshi Yi added.
"I, I am not!" An Shiyaya was so anxious that she babbled a bunch of things in her hometown dialect, her two hands clenched into fists and shaking vigorously.
"Better explain the reason clearly first."
"Eh, Uncle is really protecting her, you perverted uncle who likes training."
"She knelt there herself." Ye Shuang reached out and chopped An Shiyu's head with his hand.
"Speak. You wouldn't want the fact that you were stealing things here to be spread out, right?" At this time, An Shiyu crossed her arms. "An Shiyaya."
"I'm sorry..."
"Remember to strip naked and kneel there when you apologize."
"I-I'm sorry!" An Shiyaya was almost brought to tears by the two fish.
"Alright, alright, stop messing around." Ye Shuang felt that things had become even more chaotic after the two fish arrived. At this time, he noticed the teary-eyed An Shiyaya taking off her outerwear.
"You calm down too!"
After finally getting everyone to calm down, Ye Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, then said seriously to An Shiyaya,
"Student Yaya, if you still don't tell the truth, I'll have no choice but to hand you over to the school... or rather, handing you over to the police might be more appropriate."
"N-no!"
"So what exactly were you trying to do?"
"Wu." An Shiyaya looked like she had given up, and finally whispered, "Shadow Clone... secret manual."
Finally, she shouted in despair, "I wanted to secretly learn the ninjutsu secret manual for Shadow Clones!"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Ye Shuang checked with his system and found that An Shiyaya actually wasn't lying.
"Pfft." An Shiyu held back a laugh with a meme face.
"Wuu wuu wuu, arrest me." An Shiyaya stretched out her hands, as if waiting for handcuffs.
"Secret manuals and whatnot, although it's a bit absurd, why did you think the infirmary would have one?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Because Little Yu often stays here, so... I thought maybe, there would be a secret manual." An Shiyaya said, looking a bit guilty.
She even went to look for Anshi Yilang, but for some reason, Grandpa Anshi insisted that there was no Shadow Clone Jutsu.
Even though she was also a member of the Anshi family.
"Why are you so obsessed with this?" Ye Shuang also asked curiously. Nowadays, ninjutsu wasn't really as effective as a shot of truth firepower, right?
"I..."
An Shiyaya didn't speak.
"Alright, you get up first, don't kneel there." Ye Shuang also told An Shiyaya to stand up.
"When will the police arrive?" An Shiyaya choked out.
"I didn't call the police," Ye Shuang said.
"Why?"
"Although it was a bit of nonsense, you didn't actually commit any crimes after all," Ye Shuang said, but this didn't mean An Shiyaya had no problems at all.
Education was still the main priority.
After An Shiyaya left, Ye Shuang had just sat down when two legs stretched over from his left and right. The movements were so smooth and flowing, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"What are you doing?" An Shiyu revealed her dot eyes.
Good heavens, I haven't even opened my mouth yet.
Seeing An Shiyu take the initiative to strike first, Ye Shuang's mouth twitched. However, he was still more concerned about what had just happened. "An Shiyaya, why is she so obsessed with ninja stuff? To me, she doesn't seem like a ninja at all, right?"
She was completely just pretending to be a ninja.
Cosplaying a ninja.
Just like a ninja enthusiast.
"Who knows?" An Shiyu said leisurely. "That girl always comes over wanting to challenge me to some ninja duel. She's too weak."
"Has she been like this since she was little?"
"Not really. When she was little, she was obviously a proper lady from a wealthy family," An Shiyu continued casually. "She became like that, it seems, ever since my parents passed away..."
Her voice came to an abrupt halt.
An Shiyu paused. She glanced at Anshi Yi, and at this moment, Anshi Yi also looked over.
"Could it be that An Shiyaya just wanted to have a common topic with you to build a good relationship?" Ye Shuang seemed to understand something.
An Shiyu: "..."
An Shiyu was unusually quiet for a few seconds. She reached out and touched her delicate ear but didn't say anything.
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?"
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!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
