Due to a schedule adjustment, Class A and Class B were warming up on the same running track. After about ten minutes of jogging, the students were free to do as they pleased.
"Yuyou, Yuyou, want to play badminton later?" Tang Keke mimed swinging a racket as she grinned at the girl beside her.
Bai Yuyou thought back to Ye Shuang's words and nodded.
"Keke..."
"Yeah?"
"Restroom."
"Go ahead. I'll grab the rackets from the equipment room. Let's meet back here later." Tang Keke blinked and waved her off.
Bai Yuyou nodded.
The nearest restroom wasn’t in the school building but behind the spectator stands—a secluded spot usually only frequented by students having P.E. on the track.
As Bai Yuyou headed toward the restroom, she forgot one thing Ye Shuang had written in her notebook:
[5. If you need to use the restroom, go to the one next to the teachers’ office at the end of the hallway.]
From another class having P.E., a few girls noticed Bai Yuyou walking alone toward the restroom. Three of them quietly followed.
After finishing up in the stall, Bai Yuyou stepped out and noticed the door had been locked from the inside. Three girls stood there, arms crossed, smirking coldly.
That expression was familiar, but Bai Yuyou didn’t recognize them. Their school badges weren’t from the third year but the fourth—practically college students. There should’ve been no reason for their paths to cross.
"That’s her, right? No mistake?"
"Yeah, her. The prettiest one in Class 3A."
The girls closed in, surrounding Bai Yuyou.
"Not bad looking. No wonder Su Zhe likes you," the leader said flatly. "Hand over the love letter."
Love letter...
Bai Yuyou understood now. Some time ago, she had indeed found a letter in her desk—addressed to "Bai Yuyou" from a boy surnamed Su. But she had thrown it away. She didn’t know him at all.
"Threw... it away," Bai Yuyou said.
"Threw it away? Or did you hide it, you little flirt? Su Zhe is mine, got it?" The girl’s voice dripped with scorn.
Bai Yuyou stayed silent.
She wasn’t good with strangers, especially when cornered like this. Words failed her.
Seeing her quiet, the girls took it as guilt. When Bai Yuyou reached for her notebook to write, the leader suddenly slapped her across the face.
"Slut!"
A familiar sting burned her cheek. The notebook fell, soaking into the damp floor.
Bai Yuyou almost apologized—but then she remembered Ye Shuang’s words.
Slap!
She hit back, mirroring the girl’s own motion.
"I... did nothing wrong," Bai Yuyou said firmly. Her instincts told her this wasn’t her fault.
No mistake meant no apology.
The girl, stunned that Bai Yuyou dared retaliate, shrieked in rage. She grabbed Bai Yuyou’s hair and slammed her head into the sink.
Thud!
The impact was brutal. Bai Yuyou crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from her forehead down her pale face like a scarlet thread.
Her vision blurred. Dizzy, she couldn’t move.
"W-was that too much?" one girl whispered. "She’s bleeding."
"Who cares? Strip her. Once we take photos, she won’t dare talk," the leader said coolly.
"Oh, right. Good idea."
"You film it."
As two girls yanked Bai Yuyou up, a sudden flush roared from one of the stalls.
Whoosh!
The sound startled them. They glared toward the source—some idiot student who didn’t know better.
But then the last stall door creaked open. A short-haired girl stepped out.
She glanced at the hostile group, then casually turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
"Can’t even take a piss in peace these days," she muttered.
"You got a problem?" the leader snapped. She hadn’t expected anyone else here, but it didn’t matter.
An Shiyu shrugged, dried her hands, and tucked them into her jacket pockets.
Then her gaze landed on Bai Yuyou. She raised a brow. "You’re messing with her? Not scared of getting your skull cracked open by that old man?"
"Old man?"
"Who the hell are you?" The girls closed in on An Shiyu.
"Me?" An Shiyu tilted her head. "Just a passing Kamen Rider."
"The what?" They stared blankly.
"Fine. A high-level ninja with two and a half years of training," she amended.
The girls exchanged looks, as if dealing with a lunatic. One didn’t bother with words—she lunged to grab An Shiyu.
An Shiyu sidestepped, hands still in her pockets, and delivered a swift kick between the girl’s legs.
Though the move was deadlier on men, it worked just fine here. The girl paled, staggered back, and collapsed with a whimper.
The remaining two hesitated, but their pride won out.
"Get her!"
They regretted it instantly. Within seconds, both were on the ground, groaning.
"Pathetic." An Shiyu yawned, stepping over them to reach Bai Yuyou. One girl even got a shoe print on her face.
Kneeling beside the trembling Bai Yuyou, An Shiyu pulled a handkerchief from her pocket. "Here. Clean up."
Bai Yuyou took it. Blood dripped onto the white fabric, blooming into crimson flowers.
"Did I... do wrong?" she murmured, her dull eyes unfocused.
"Not sure what happened," An Shiyu said carelessly. "But you should go find that old man."
Ye Shuang...
Ye Shuang.
"Ye Shuang." A flicker of life returned to Bai Yuyou’s eyes. She struggled to her feet, swaying as she stumbled toward the door.
Ye Shuang, where are you...
I want to see you.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!" "......"
