"How could that be? You are even a bit younger than me. If you are old, wouldn't that make me an old uncle?" Ye Shuang seemed to sense the lack of confidence in Chen Qin's tone and softened his voice. "Who would dare to think poorly of our Qin?"
Chen Qin was indeed feeling a bit inferior. It was an emotion stemming from deep within her heart, especially after learning that it would be difficult for her to conceive. The sensitive emotions she had hidden away surged forth uncontrollably like a tidal wave.
"Okay, Ah Ye, please don't despise me." After Chen Qin finished speaking, she kissed Ye Shuang over the phone and hung up.
Ye Shuang looked at his phone, deep in thought. Did something happen to Chen Qin?
Even though Chen Qin hid it well, Ye Shuang had grown up with her and could still sense that something was different from before.
It seemed to have been like this since before their last trip to Japan. Although Chen Qin's mood had improved a lot after that trip, she still hadn't completely recovered.
Unable to figure it out, Ye Shuang looked out at the scenery for a while. By the railing outside the corridor, two pure white doves were leaning against each other in a daze, but soon one spread its wings and flew away.
The dove left behind seemed a bit slow to realize it, but it eventually flew off in another direction.
After standing quietly in the corridor for a moment, Ye Shuang silently withdrew his gaze, turned around, and returned to the school infirmary.
An Shiyu and the others were still playing games. Ye Shuang spoke up, "I am heading to the club room now. Do you guys want to come along?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yezi obediently jumped down from her chair and stood beside Ye Shuang.
The two fishes shook their heads, showing no intention of getting up.
Seeing that the two fishes were not moving, Ye Shuang brought up what Chen Qin had just mentioned.
"One more thing. There is a banquet tonight. Are you two going?"
"A feast?" An Shiyu took off her headphones and looked over.
"White or red?" An Shiyi also asked, "Or green?"
What the heck is a green one?
"Oh, you know, a feast with all green dishes."
"I don't think there is such a banquet. It is actually just a dinner party for our corporate group." Ye Shuang gave a brief explanation, which successfully caught the attention of the two fishes. Sure enough, girls this age all loved delicious food, unlike Ye Shuang, who increasingly preferred lighter meals.
"We will think about it," An Shiyu said, propping her two legs on the edge of the desk and resting her chin on them. It was clearly an uncomfortable posture, but the young girl managed it effortlessly.
"Alright then, I will head to the club room first. Let's go, Yezi."
Seeing the short-haired girl say this, Ye Shuang did not pay much mind and turned to leave the infirmary. Just as he was about to close the door, he turned his head and found that the two fishes were already right behind him. The computer behind them was already shut down; their speed was so fast he suspected they had just kicked the power cord.
"Weren't you going to think about it?" Ye Shuang looked behind them, wondering how these two salted fishes had suddenly appeared at his back.
"We have thought about it," An Shiyu said.
"Isn't that a bit too fast?"
"Ninjas. Amazing, right?"
"Isn't it good for girls to be fast? It is only a problem if an old uncle is fast," An Shiyi said from the side, spreading her hands.
"..." Ye Shuang always felt that exchanging a few more words with Chao Yiyu would suddenly change the whole vibe, so he decided not to say anything more.
Leading the girls, Ye Shuang arrived at the club room. Zhi Xia and the others happened to be there as well. Musical notes echoed in the room; it seemed they were practicing music.
Of course, aside from Keke, who was playing a rhythm game. Anyone who did not know better might think this was a club for drinking tea and eating snacks.
Bai Yuyou, who was sitting on the sofa holding a guitar, trotted over after seeing Ye Shuang. "Ye Shuang."
Ye Shuang smiled and pinched the girl's cheek.
"Yezi, were you a good girl today?" While having her cheek pinched, Bai Yuyou also looked down at Yezi.
"Good."
Bai Yuyou immediately said to Ye Shuang, "Ye Shuang, our daughter is very good."
"Yuyou is very good at educating."
"Is that so?" With his fingers still pinching her cheek, Ye Shuang could not help but feel a bit amused seeing Bai Yuyou's serious little expression.
"Ah, Teacher Ye, there is something about the piano I don't quite understand. Could you teach me?" Linlin, currently sitting at the piano, asked with her hands clasped together.
"No problem." Ye Shuang sat down next to Linlin. At the same time, he did not forget to turn around and mention the banquet.
"A banquet?"
"Yes. As for the hotel, let me see..." Ye Shuang said, glancing briefly at the messages on his phone. "The Music Box Hotel in the city center. Are you interested?"
"Brother, who all will be going?" Tang Keke asked curiously.
"Well, besides the top executives of our group, there will actually be some entrepreneurs coming over. But that won't stop you from eating. After all, it is a social event for adults." Ye Shuang smiled. Keke and the others could just find a place to sit and eat when the time came.
"I am going!" Tang Keke said immediately. Why wouldn't she go if there was good food?
Zhi Xia and the others were a bit hesitant. After all, they were just ordinary students. Going to such a prestigious group's banquet, would they make fools of themselves and end up dragging Ye Shuang down?
"We don't seem to have any nice clothes. Would it be embarrassing to go there?" Zhi Xia and the others looked at each other in dismay.
"Will everyone there be wearing all sorts of expensive jewelry and carrying designer bags?" Linlin could not help but say. "Like in the TV dramas, with two-meter-long dresses dragging on the floor..."
"You guys are overthinking it. It is not a wedding." Seeing the girls muttering to themselves, Ye Shuang felt a bit helpless. Had these girls watched too many TV dramas? It was purely just eating a meal and doing a bit of socializing.
In the end, the girls made up their minds. After all, it was Ye Shuang's invitation, and Linlin and the others also wanted to go and see.
"Where is Taozi?" Ye Shuang noticed that Taozi was nowhere to be seen in the club room.
"Taozi had something to do today and didn't come to the club room."
"Okay, then I will ask her on my phone."
Ye Shuang took out his phone and sent Taozi a message:
Ye Shuang: Taozi, there is a banquet tonight. Are you free?
Taozi: I am very sorry, Brother Ye. I have something to do tonight, so I probably won't have time.
Ye Shuang: It's fine, go ahead with your stuff.
Taozi: FingerHeart.jpg
Taozi really looked less and less like her former cowardly self. Looking at the sticker she sent over, Ye Shuang smiled, shook his head, and put his phone away.
Since they had decided to attend the banquet, the Light Music Club's activities ended early. After the club activities, Ye Shuang drove directly to the corporate group to find Chen Qin, while Bai Yuyou, Keke, and the others went home first to change clothes and take a shower.
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 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.
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
