"Looks like I'm going to get busy again."
"Yeah, since the annual school festival is coming up again. Anyway, having a whole week of fun sounds pretty great."
"Isn't there a sequel to that 'Lin Daiyu Wreaking Havoc in Heaven'? Think we'll get to see it this year?"
"No idea."
Walking toward the school infirmary, Ye Shuang overheard the students passing by. He tilted his head slightly. "The school festival is coming up again?"
Seemed that way.
Last year was the seventieth anniversary, so this year would be the seventy-first, right?
But this time, he probably wouldn't have much time to join in on the school festival activities. The second half of the year was pretty tight, between next month's wedding and Aunt Xian's concert—all of that would take up time.
"Guess I've just gotten used to being busy," Ye Shuang thought to himself.
"Those days of waiting in that little apartment for Bai Yuyou to get out of school seem long gone now."
Ye Shuang's life had always been hectic, especially after graduating and entering the corporate world. He basically maintained a high-intensity work schedule, and any free time he had went to Zhao Mengyao. So those quiet days waiting for Bai Yuyou to get out of school still held a tender spot in his heart.
People often can't actively choose their own lives. Or maybe they do choose, only to end up on a completely different path through twists of fate.
Ye Shuang rested his hands on the railing. The sunlight just happened to be perfect right then—both the warmth falling on the back of his hands and the heat radiating from the rail below felt comfortable.
He gazed down at the students strolling in twos and threes, unconsciously searching for the figure of a certain girl.
But at this hour, she should still be in class, right?
"Phew." Just as Ye Shuang was slowly exhaling and thinking of heading back to the infirmary, he heard a similar sigh beside him. "Phew—"
Ye Shuang paused slightly, then turned his head to look. He found a long-haired girl standing next to him, her arms stretched out over the railing, her body practically leaning on it.
"The sunlight's pretty nice today."
The person beside him was naturally Anshi Yi. For some reason, she was still wearing a jacket, with her fingers tucked into the long sleeves, only the tips peeking out. She also had a pair of cat-ear headphones on, glinting faintly in the sun.
"It's been a few days since I last saw you. Where've you been?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Well..." Anshi Yi paused, then leaned her body sideways on the railing, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. "Uncle, are you that interested in what I do?"
"If you're willing to give me a thousand bucks, I'll answer your question."
"That's pretty pricey."
"It's a real deal. Everyone else has to pay ten grand. I'm giving you 90% off." Anshi Yi said, extending a finger from her sleeve, wiggling it in the sunlight like a little fish.
"Anyone ever bought it?" Ye Shuang simply asked.
"So I'm giving you my first time."
"Don't say stuff that's easy to misunderstand..."
"Uncle, you're just standing here spacing out. Reminiscing about your youth?" Anshi Yi looked sleepy, yawning as her voice took on a hint of tiredness.
"Well, it's not really reminiscing about youth." Ye Shuang didn't know how to answer her question. After a pause, he decided to change the subject. "So where did you go these past few days?"
"A thousand bucks." Anshi Yi held out her hand.
"Put it on my tab."
"Freeloading? So that's the kind of person you are, huh, Uncle?" Anshi Yi covered her mouth with her sleeve, her eyes scanning Ye Shuang up and down. "Makes sense, since you really like feeling up my legs while you work."
"Won't even give me a hundred bucks, and you say you love me."
Anshi Yi's voice caught the attention of a few passing students, but before they could turn around for the gossip, Anshi Yi had already been swept away by Ye Shuang, who grabbed her and started running.
"Are you trying to get me kicked out of school?! And all I did was move your legs, okay?"
"Hey—isn't that still touching?" Anshi Yi sighed.
"..."
"Mad?" Anshi Yi asked, noticing his silence.
"Nope."
Anshi Yi punched his stomach a couple of times with her fist, then looked up. "Mad?"
"No." Ye Shuang's face was blank.
"Still not mad?" Anshi Yi put on some brass knuckles.
"Thump!"
Ye Shuang pulled back his hand-chopping strike and let out a sigh. "Really..."
Probably only he could put up with Anshi Yi's weird temper. Was it maybe because he was too lenient?
Just as Ye Shuang started questioning himself, Anshi Yi reached under her skirt and pulled out a piece of fabric. "My bad. Here, you were running so fast, wipe the sweat off your forehead."
"Yeah." Ye Shuang took the cloth and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but then realized something was off. He spread it out—it was a triangle with a bow on it.
Ye Shuang: "..."
This scene felt strangely familiar.
"Did you grab the wrong thing?!"
"Oh, sorry. But it's fine—it's not mine anyway."
"Put it away properly!"
Anshi Yi looked at the underwear that had been shoved back at her, thinking for a moment. "You don't want it? I thought you'd like it."
"What do you think?" Ye Shuang just glanced at her.
"You want mine?" Anshi Yi looked down at her own skirt. "I might not even be wearing anything today."
"Why are you even hung up on this?!"
Rubbing his forehead, Ye Shuang decided to ignore Anshi Yi and walked straight toward the infirmary not far ahead.
Anshi Yi followed with little steps, her stride carrying a hint of playfulness.
Pushing open the infirmary door, Ye Shuang noticed a short-haired girl sitting in a chair, reading a book. She was holding a novel, but when she saw the door open, she glanced at Ye Shuang—and then at—
Anshi Yi, standing behind him, spinning a triangular piece of fabric on her finger like someone twirling a fan.
The next second, it slipped off and flew through the air, caught neatly by An Shiyu.
The familiar feel made An Shiyu pause. She looked down at it.
Soon, expressionless, she stood up, staring at Anshi Yi.
"Do you have a problem?!"
"What's wrong with you?!"
"Why are you waving my—" An Shiyu seemed a bit angry. "—around like that?!"
"How unfair! You forgot to put it away, and I took it down to ask if you still wanted it, and you said no."
The two of them seemed about to start fighting, clattering loudly. Ye Shuang, used to this, went back to his seat. Not long after, he felt the fabric land right on top of his head.
Ye Shuang: "..."
When he took it off, he noticed a white clock on it.
Huh?
No way.
Remote as that tombstone was, was it going to be this creepy now?
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
