Afternoon.
"What is that?" In the school infirmary, Ye Shuang noticed An Shiyu bending over, rummaging through a cardboard box for something.
"Hmm..."
An Shiyu didn't say anything. Beside her, An Shiyi and Yezi also craned their necks to look.
"Oh, found it." An Shiyu pulled out a delivery box, about the width of two fists, and it looked completely unopened.
"Do you have a box cutter?" An Shiyu looked at Ye Shuang.
"I actually don't. And where did you even pull that package from?"
"Oh, I brought it over with some other stuff before, and I forgot to open a few things," An Shiyu said. She thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "I brought my own."
Saying that, she pulled a gleaming cleaver from under her skirt.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Where did you pull that out from?
With a rip, the delivery box was cut open.
Ye Shuang noticed there was another box inside, a beautifully crafted gift box, with a printed greeting card on top.
[Happy Qixi Festival, darling]
"Qixi Festival..." Ye Shuang froze for a moment. Wasn't Qixi Festival still a while away?
"Some guy gave it to me last year, and I forgot to open it," An Shiyu said.
"Doesn't the shipping address say a store name?" Ye Shuang picked up the packaging box.
An Shiyu gave him a deadpan dot-eyed look. "Yeah, the store owner is a guy."
"Are you intentionally misleading me?" Ye Shuang's mouth twitched.
Then An Shiyu opened the gift box, revealing a crystal ball with some strange, quirky patterns inside.
"It plugs in." After connecting it to a power source, An Shiyu told Ye Shuang to draw the curtains.
"Draw the curtains?"
"Yeah."
Ye Shuang had no choice but to pull all the curtains shut. After turning off the lights, the infirmary immediately darkened. At this time, the short-haired girl turned on the crystal ball's switch. Along with the glowing lights, a burst of cheap, plastic-sounding music—like the kiddie rides at the downstairs mall—started playing.
"Beep—beep—boop boop—"
The lights were multicolored, but they had an indescribably blurry feel. The colors were neither vibrant nor pretty.
"Tsk." An Shiyu clicked her tongue, clearly looking very disappointed with the item.
"Didn't you buy it yourself?"
"I saw the promotional slogan saying 'girlfriends will cry tears of emotion when they receive this.'" An Shiyu fiddled with the crystal ball in her hands. The cheap music playing from it was a bit irritating; it probably only needed a 'Daddy, I want to ride' to complete the vibe.
At this moment, the short-haired girl turned her head to look over and handed the crystal ball to him.
"Here, Happy Qixi. And if you haven't received a gift, I'll give you this one."
Ye Shuang: "..."
How could he receive a gift when it wasn't even Qixi yet?
Was she just tossing an unwanted toy at him?
In the end, the crystal ball was left on the desk. Unplugged, it passed as an ordinary little ornament. However, among everyone present, Yezi seemed to like it the most. After all, she was young—right at the age for kiddie rides.
An Shiyu messed around with her stash for a little while longer but didn't pull out anything else. She simply curled up on the sofa and played video games with Chao Yiyu.
Over the afternoon, quite a few more students came to the infirmary for medical attention, including the thirsty legion.
"Doctor brother, it hurts here... right here."
"Doctor brother, your lecture was amazing. I got so wet listening to it, look."
A few girls chattered away at Ye Shuang. However, upon seeing that none of them were actually sick and were just simply "in heat," Ye Shuang chatted with them briefly before politely asking them to leave.
Perhaps it was the advertising effect of his lecture, but after the thirsty legion left, three or four more students came in for a consultation. However, they were mostly just there to pour their hearts out.
"Doctor, I'm really breaking down. My dad won't let me wear underwear at home, and he threw away or hid all of my underwear. What should I do?" one student asked with a distressed face.
"Aren't you a guy?" Ye Shuang was taken aback.
...
"Dr. Ye, what do you think I can learn that will make the girls in my class look at me in a new light?" a student eager for romance asked.
"Try learning electric welding?" An Shiyu chimed in from the side.
...
At four o'clock, Ye Shuang could finally rest for a bit. After all, it was time for school to let out, so basically no more students would be coming to the infirmary.
"I'm tired." Ye Shuang sighed. But it shouldn't be as busy tomorrow; those students mostly ran over just for the novelty.
"Tired already? Mister, maybe you need to take some kidney supplements?" An Shiyi said from the side, holding a controller. Then she glanced at the time.
"Hmm... when is Black Myth going to be served up?"
"Soon."
Meanwhile, Yezi was sitting on a small stool, intently watching her two older sisters play games. Seeing this, Ye Shuang suddenly wondered if this little girl would be turned into a gamer girl by the two fish.
"Ding." Right at that moment, his phone vibrated.
Ye Shuang took a look and saw it was a call from Chen Qin.
He picked up his phone, walked out to the hallway, and answered the call—
"Ye, Ye, are you done with work?"
"Yeah, it's four o'clock. They've all finished classes and gone to their clubs," Ye Shuang hummed in agreement, then asked, "Are you coming back tonight? Should I go pick you up?"
"Sure! There's a banquet tonight, are you coming?" Chen Qin's voice continued on the other end of the line. "I have to attend, and I want you to accompany me, Ye."
"A banquet, huh..." Ye Shuang thought for a moment, considering whether to bring Yuyou along. After all, they wouldn't need to cook then.
But would such a social occasion be inappropriate for that child?
While Ye Shuang was thinking, Chen Qin assumed he wasn't very willing, so she chuckled, "Alright then, I'll just go by myself."
"I didn't say I wasn't going. I was just wondering if I should bring Yuyou and Keke." Ye Shuang paused, then glanced back toward the infirmary. "Would it be appropriate for Little Yu, Yezi, and the others to come?"
"It's our own group's event. We're the ones in charge, who would dare say anything?" Chen Qin said smugly.
"True. I'll ask them then. We'll just treat it as having dinner, and I can help you fend off the drinks while I'm at it," Ye Shuang chuckled.
"Hehe, no one will say anything if I just drink juice. Ye, I'll send you the address, you can just head straight there later."
"Okay."
Then Chen Qin asked Ye Shuang if anything interesting happened today.
"Interesting?" Ye Shuang thought about it. "I held a lecture, just popularizing some..."
Upon recalling the content, Ye Shuang coughed dryly, but there was nothing to hide. "It was about adult sex education. Talking about that stuff with a big group of young girls was still a bit awkward."
"Is that so..." On the other end of the line, Chen Qin fell silent for a moment. "Ye, looking at those young girls... do you find me too old?"
"Huh?" Ye Shuang was taken aback.

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.”

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?"

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"