"The above."
"After we've been gone for a year, it'll probably be like this." Inside the cabin, Anshi Yi stretched out a finger as she spoke.
"Why is the baby a girl anyway? How do you even know if Chen Qin is having a boy or a girl?" An Shiyu, sitting in the business seat beside her, was painting her nails. Hearing Anshi Yi mumbling endlessly, she shot back.
"Well, the child's gender isn't really important at this point." Anshi Yi waved her hand dismissively.
"Then one day in the future, you meet Uncle again. By then, you're both in your forties... You're still single, and he's already got kids everywhere."
"You lock eyes in the crowd, say nothing, but it's as if everything was said—"
"Long time no see~"
"Ha, what a terrible ending. What kind of second-rate novel plot is that?" An Shiyu curled her lip, a hint of disgust on her face as she looked at Anshi Yi.
"Isn't that just some kind of teenage heartbreak cliché from ten years ago? Sounds pretty boring, honestly."
"I think it's great. Isn't a lifelong regret pretty awesome?" Anshi Yi poked at her laptop screen, then glanced up at the short-haired girl in front of her.
"Oh right, this script works best for people who've actually been in love. You and Uncle never had a thing, did you? Pfft."
Expressionless, An Shiyu lifted her foot to kick Anshi Yi, but the latter dodged easily.
A few seconds later, the short-haired girl sat back in her seat, resting her cheek on her hand as she stared out of the cabin window. The weather was nice today, sunlight scattering across the clouds, making everything look clear and bright.
She was already abroad, but her thoughts were still stuck in the same place.
"Doesn't seem like there's much fun abroad, does it?" An Shiyu said out of the blue.
"Already regretting coming out? Weren't you the one who said the world was big and you wanted to explore?"
"It's not like I've never traveled before..."
"Forget it, I'll head back after a while."
Anshi Yi grinned at that. "Head~ back~? Weren't you supposed to settle abroad for life and stay single forever?"
"What's wrong with home? I'm just taking a trip abroad." An Shiyu had no intention of settling overseas. What would be the point? There wasn't even good food.
"Then why were you getting so emotional?"
"Sh-shut up!"
"Want to rework the script? Too bad you didn't end up with a bun in the oven— that would've been hilarious." Anshi Yi almost sounded regretful that An Shiyu hadn't gotten herself into that kind of situation.
"..."
...
Fingers tapping on the keyboard, the Chairman of the Chen Group's office found Ye Shuang sitting in front of his computer, reviewing a contract. He glanced unconsciously at the empty seat beside him.
Little Yu had been gone for three days now. Seemed like she'd finally gotten tired of the assistant life in the office, huh?
Given her personality, she wasn't the type to sit still for long anyway.
The fact that she'd stuck it out for this long was already pretty dedicated.
"Still feels a bit strange not having her here, though. Xiaoyi said they'd be back in about a month?" Ye Shuang pulled out his phone and checked a message Anshi Yi had sent him. In the photo, it showed the two fish sitting on a rock under the Egyptian pyramids, wearing sunglasses for a group shot.
The sun there must have been fierce. Chances were they'd come back looking a couple shades darker, probably like grilled fish.
Rubbing his temples, Ye Shuang got back to work.
"What's the date today?" He glanced at the time and realized that it was around the time for Silver Mountain Academy's school anniversary. But he hadn't been back to Bai Yuyou's place in a few days, so he wasn't sure how things were going at the academy.
"Maybe I'll take the time to drop by and check it out." As these thoughts crossed his mind, Ye Shuang called for Kou Kou.
"Kou Kou, any other arrangements for this afternoon?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Chairman Ye, there's a meeting this afternoon," Kou Kou said, then summarized the agenda. It mostly involved subordinates presenting their plans.
Ye Shuang thought for a moment before saying, "Send word. Push that meeting to tomorrow."
"Mm? Alright, I understand." Kou Kou checked the schedule for the next day and simply nodded without asking further questions.
Having freed up the afternoon, Ye Shuang decided to give himself half a day off. He drove straight to Silver Mountain Academy.
True to the occasion, as Ye Shuang drove past the school gate, everything inside was packed with people. Several giant balloons floated mid-air, displaying the words: Silver Mountain's 71st Anniversary.
"As lively as usual," Ye Shuang murmured to himself. Time really did fly by. Another year, another school anniversary.
With such a grand event, Silver Mountain Academy practically celebrated it like a holiday. There was nothing wrong with that.
An experience like this at school would surely leave a vivid mark in one's youth and memory.
Parking the car, Ye Shuang looked around and eventually squeezed it into a spot between a bunch of braised fish-head compacts. It looked like An Shiyu and Anshi Yi had parked their cars here, filling the lot with that same model.
A convention of fish heads.
"What an insane amount of them. Did they buy a few more in different colors recently?"
Seeing the rainbow array and the iridescent black fish-head compacts, Ye Shuang couldn't help but let out a remark.
After parking, Ye Shuang took the elevator down to the first floor.
"Hello! Interested in checking out our TeaTalk Club's show? It's really good!" A voice came from the side. Ye Shuang turned to see a girl handing out flyers. Thinking her face looked somewhat familiar, he greeted her.
"Oh, it's you."
Luo Xi hadn't expected to run into Ye Shuang either. Quickly and politely, she said, "Hello, Mr. Ye."
"TeaTalk Club. Is that the name of your group?" Ye Shuang glanced at the flyer in his hand and asked.
"Yeah, we just drink tea and run some small events... Uh, does that sound kind of sketchy?" She gave a slightly embarrassed smile.
"If we're talking about sketchy..." Ye Shuang thought of his own Slacker Light Music Club. Maybe it should be rebranded as a TeaTalk Club instead?
Hmm.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Ye Shuang lost in thought, Luo Xi asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking of some things. I'll be off then, you get back to it." Ye Shuang smiled.
"Okay."
The booths around here were jam-packed, so crowded it was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder. Ye Shuang had thought last year's big crowd was because of the 70th anniversary, but clearly, it wasn't—every single year was just this lively.
"Alright, Booth E96." Ye Shuang followed the numbers, searching for Bai Yuyou and the others' spot. "Oh?"
Before long, he found the Light Music Club's location. A jianbing stall.
And there was a long queue forming.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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
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!
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.”
