Fortunately, Bai Yuyou quickly hung up the phone. As the screen switched back to the movie, Chen Qin’s messages began flooding in within seconds.
Chen Qin: You hung up on me?!
Chen Qin: Are you hiding something sketchy from me?
Chen Qin: Let me see!
Chen Qin: [Image: Jie Ge taking off glasses.jpg]
Ye Shuang took the phone back from Bai Yuyou and replied, explaining that he was watching a movie with her and had accidentally ended the call. Chen Qin didn’t seem bothered and exchanged a few more messages before returning to her busy work schedule—this business trip was packed with tasks.
The rest of the evening passed quietly as Ye Shuang stayed with Bai Yuyou until the movie ended, and soon, it was time to turn off the lights and sleep.
Except…
“Yuyou,” Ye Shuang suddenly spoke up, opening his eyes as he lay in bed.
“Hm?”
“Is there a chance that… having all these dolls here isn’t the best idea?”
Surrounding Ye Shuang’s side of the bed was a semi-circle of plush dolls, each positioned as if staring directly at him. With so many pairs of eyes fixed on him, it felt unnerving—like a setup for a nightmare.
Bai Yuyou didn’t see the problem. If anything, she assumed Ye Shuang wanted more dolls, so she grabbed a few from her side and added them to his collection.
“Here.”
“Thanks… but I’m already at capacity.”
In the end, Ye Shuang resigned himself to the doll invasion.
---
Morning arrived.
When Ye Shuang opened his eyes, he realized Bai Yuyou was already up—the bed had lost its usual warmth. A glance at the clock showed it was only 5 AM, far too early for someone who loved sleeping in as much as she did.
Then, the faint scent of something burning hit his nose. Instantly alert, he rushed to the kitchen.
There, under the dim light of dawn, Bai Yuyou stood, poking at a charred lump in the pan with a spatula.
At first, Ye Shuang thought something had caught fire, but no—she was cooking.
“Practicing, huh?” Leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, he watched quietly. It didn’t take long to realize she was preparing for his birthday—he had once mentioned wanting her to cook a dish for him.
He hadn’t expected her to wake up this early to practice, let alone keep it a secret.
“Go on back,” he murmured to himself, not wanting to interrupt. After observing for a moment longer, he slipped back into the bedroom.
Soon after, Bai Yuyou returned, sliding under the covers and pressing against Ye Shuang’s arm. Within seconds, she was fast asleep again.
In the dim room, Ye Shuang slowly opened his eyes.
The quiet ticking of the alarm clock blended with the soft morning light filtering through the window, casting a gentle glow on Bai Yuyou’s peaceful face. He reached out, hesitating for a few seconds before withdrawing his hand.
Instead, he shifted slightly, resting his chin atop her head. The chirping of birds outside and the faint scent of her hair lulled him back into a light doze.
By 7 AM, Ye Shuang was up again, this time to make breakfast.
The kitchen bore traces of Bai Yuyou’s earlier efforts—cleaned, but not perfectly. A few water droplets lingered in the sink.
Ye Shuang chuckled. “Trying to hide it from me, huh?”
Well, he’d play along.
With that thought, he prepared a hearty breakfast for her.
Not long after, Tang Keke arrived, shamelessly inviting herself to join the meal.
“Brother, this is from my mom,” Tang Keke said after eating, handing over a gift bag. “She felt bad about me freeloading all the time.”
Inside was a bottle of Moutai.
“This is too expensive. I can’t accept it,” Ye Shuang said. He rarely drank hard liquor, only occasionally during social events.
“You can always regift it! Otherwise, I’ll feel too guilty to come over for meals,” Tang Keke insisted.
“…Alright. Thank your mother for me.” Her reasoning was smooth—Ye Shuang smiled and accepted it.
After breakfast, Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke left for school, though not before the former replenished her “Ye Shuang energy” with a hug.
He didn’t mind. In fact, he found comfort in it too—there was something revitalizing about holding her, as if her warmth could brighten his entire day.
“Brother, we’re off!”
“Mm.”
Once their footsteps faded, Ye Shuang closed the door, washed the dishes, and stepped onto the balcony.
Taking a deep breath, he soaked in the crisp morning air. Everything felt fresh, like a reset. His gaze drifted downward, catching sight of Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke walking side by side.
The sight made him smile.
“Alright, time to write before heading to work.” Stretching, he settled at his desk to type out today’s chapter.
Lately, his novel had gained traction—enough that an editor had reached out with a contract offer. After submitting the required details, his story was officially on track.
Readers had even started leaving positive comments and sending small donations. Ye Shuang silently noted their usernames before closing the author dashboard.
“You’ve got it easy,” he muttered, glancing at Yi Wan, who was sprawled across the desk, fast asleep. Poking the cat’s head only earned him a half-lidded stare before Yi Wan dozed off again.
Maybe being a house cat wasn’t so bad.
Ye Shuang changed clothes and headed for the door.
Whether speaking to the cat or the empty air, he murmured, “I’m off to work.”
Click. The door shut behind him.
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At Yinshan Academy, Ye Shuang changed into his white coat in the third infirmary.
Strictly speaking, the coat wasn’t mandatory, but since it was only his second day, he figured he should at least look the part.
The job was as leisurely as expected—likely due to exams. By noon, only one student had shown up.
A tall girl limped in, her knee visibly scraped and bleeding.
“So the third infirmary really is open,” she muttered, eyeing Ye Shuang skeptically.
“You’re the school doctor?”
“That’s right.”
“You look way too young for this.” The moment the words left her mouth, she noticed Ye Shuang’s expression shift—his smile turned dangerously gentle.
“Come here, child. Let me take a look.”

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

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?"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!