The exams ended, and Ye Shuang collected all the test papers. He wasn’t sure where to deliver them, but he carried them out of the classroom anyway—when he accidentally spotted a familiar figure. It was Chen Yue, the homeroom teacher of Class B.
“Ah, Teacher Bai, why are you proctoring for the third-year exams?” Chen Yue asked curiously.
“While making rounds earlier, Teacher Xu suddenly had a stomachache, so I stepped in to supervise one subject,” Ye Shuang replied smoothly.
After a moment’s thought, he asked, “Teacher Chen, are you heading to submit the papers?”
“Yes, Teacher Bai, you can hand them to me. I’ll take them together,” Chen Yue offered warmly.
Ye Shuang smiled. “Then I’ll trouble you.”
“Not at all. I still owe you thanks for covering my class last time.” With that, Chen Yue took Ye Shuang’s stack of papers and left.
“Brother.” A voice called from behind.
Ye Shuang turned to see Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou standing there, both looking at him with curiosity.
“Why are you proctoring at our school? Are you actually a teacher?” Tang Keke asked.
“No.”
“Huh? Then why…?”
“It’s a long story.” Ye Shuang sighed, then shifted his gaze to Bai Yuyou. “Yuyou, why were you drawing dolphins during the exam?”
Bai Yuyou’s eyes darted away, and she silently hid half her face behind Tang Keke.
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Ye Shuang’s expression turned stern. “If you keep this up, I’ll get angry.”
Hearing this, Bai Yuyou slowly inched out from behind Tang Keke. She stepped closer to Ye Shuang, tugging lightly at his sleeve. Her usually cool voice carried a hint of pleading.
“Ye Shuang… don’t be mad…”
Seeing the girl’s wide, earnest eyes, Ye Shuang wasn’t actually upset—but he kept his face stern. “You have to give your all in the next exam.”
“Mm.” Bai Yuyou nodded obediently.
“Brother, did I get the answers right earlier?” Tang Keke suddenly interjected. She had noticed Ye Shuang glancing at her test paper during the exam, occasionally nodding in approval (or so she imagined), which had boosted her confidence immensely, making her write with divine inspiration.
“Uh… You’ll find out when the results come out.”
“Hehe, with you saying that, I’m reassured!”
As Ye Shuang chatted with the two girls, a commotion erupted nearby. Someone suddenly shouted—
“Teacher Chen fell!”
Teacher Chen?
“Is that Class B’s Teacher Chen?” Tang Keke asked, but Ye Shuang was already striding toward the stairwell. Sure enough, it was Chen Yue, now lying on the ground, curled up in pain. The test papers she had been carrying were scattered around her, stark white against the floor.
Ye Shuang quickly descended the stairs and crouched beside her. “Teacher Chen, are you alright?”
Chen Yue’s face was pale, contorted in agony. “My leg… hurts.”
Ye Shuang’s gaze fixed on her leg—
[Character: Chen Yue
Homeroom teacher of Class B, Year 3 at Yinshan Academy. Leg fractured from the fall.]
“Teacher Chen, let me help you to the infirmary,” a male student offered.
“Alright.” Chen Yue had just nodded when Ye Shuang stopped him. “Wait. Your leg is likely fractured. We need to stabilize it first.”
Chen Yue blinked. Fractured?
It hurt, but surely it wasn’t that bad?
“Teacher Bai, how can you tell?”
“Just trust me.” Ye Shuang turned to the male student. “Find something rigid—actually, bring me an unused workbook.”
The boy dashed back to the classroom and soon returned with a workbook.
Chen Yue’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that my Chinese workbook?!”
The student scratched his head. “Teacher, it’s an emergency.”
Ignoring the exchange, Ye Shuang tightly rolled the workbook and, after borrowing Chen Yue’s scarf, secured it around her calf as a makeshift splint.
“Call an ambulance,” he said once finished.
“Huh?” Chen Yue hesitated. “Teacher Bai, shouldn’t we let the school nurse check first?”
“The nurse can’t treat a fracture.”
“…Fine.” Though doubtful, Chen Yue ultimately agreed, trusting Ye Shuang’s judgment.
Soon, the ambulance arrived, and Chen Yue was carried away on a stretcher, accompanied by the school nurse who had rushed over.
The paramedics preliminarily confirmed a fracture, though a hospital scan would be needed for details. Regardless, Ye Shuang’s first aid had been flawless—had she been moved carelessly, the injury could have worsened.
“How did you know it was a fracture?” A voice asked.
“Hm?” Ye Shuang turned to see not just Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke, but also a new arrival.
An Shiyu stood with her hands in her pockets, looking lazily at him. Her shoulder-length hair, recently trimmed, was razor-straight, neat and sharp.
“I have a good eye,” Ye Shuang replied.
“Do you?”
Just then, the bell rang—another exam was about to start.
“Go on,” Ye Shuang urged Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou, who hurried back to their classroom.
To his surprise, An Shiyu remained, still chewing gum and studying him.
“What is it?”
“Is pretending to be a teacher fun?” she asked.
“It’s alright.” Ye Shuang shrugged, unsure if she was mocking him.
An Shiyu seemed to ponder this before saying, “I don’t think you need to pretend. You’ll get exposed sooner or later.”
“Thanks for the warning. Shouldn’t you be heading to your exam?”
“It’s fine. Even if I skip one subject, I’ll stay in the top ten.” An Shiyu leaned against the railing beside him, blowing a gum bubble.
What a brat.
Ye Shuang decided to end the conversation and find somewhere to rest.
“Where to?”
“Somewhere to sit.”
“Like a homeless wanderer?”
“…” Ye Shuang was speechless. He stopped and stared at the girl. With such a cute face, why does she have to be so infuriating?
“Follow me.” An Shiyu brushed past him and descended the stairs.
Suspicious but curious, Ye Shuang trailed after her.
She led him to an unmarked classroom, though its interior resembled an infirmary—complete with beds and medicine cabinets.
“Is this the nurse’s office?”
“Yes. Our academy is big, so there are three infirmaries,” An Shiyu said. “This is the third one.”
“Why bring me here?” Ye Shuang glanced around. The place seemed empty.
"Just be the third school doctor then," An Shiyu said in her usual lazy tone. "That way, no one will question you coming in and out of the school."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"That joke isn’t funny at all."
"Even just a nominal position would work. You’d only need to drop by occasionally to check in."
"Is this really about it being nominal? Do you think this school is your family’s property?"
An Shiyu’s face flickered with a strange smile at that. "Well… isn’t it?"
Ye Shuang: "?"
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.”
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.
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?!
