Though he had no experience in psychological counseling, Ye Shuang still offered, "You can tell me about it."
The girl asked, "Do you follow celebrities, Doctor? Doesn’t everyone have a star they admire?"
Ye Shuang thought for a moment before replying, "Well, that’s pretty normal."
Though he personally didn’t follow celebrities, he could understand that for some fans, it was about pursuing something beautiful—an idealized version of themselves.
"Right? It’s totally normal to be a fan," the girl continued. "But just because I kept my promise and wore a wedding dress to my idol’s concert, my boyfriend wants to break up with me. Even my parents said they’d disown me. Isn’t that ridiculous?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
His hand trembled slightly as he picked up his thermos and took a sip of water. "Yeah... I guess that’s pretty ridiculous."
Though he wasn’t entirely sure who was being ridiculous here.
"Exactly!" The girl huffed, seemingly finding validation in Ye Shuang’s response.
The school infirmary fell silent for a few seconds as Ye Shuang drank his water. Then, he suddenly asked, "Do you like your boyfriend?"
"Of course I do! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be with him—though he was the one who pursued me," the girl said with a laugh.
Ye Shuang paused before asking another question. "Do you love your parents?"
The girl gave him a strange look. "Obviously?"
Ye Shuang nodded. "Alright. Let’s get back to your idol. I’m guessing you know his birthday?"
The girl immediately brightened, rattling off details like a pro:
"Are you testing me? He’s 184 cm tall, weighs 60 kg, birthday is August 2nd, Leo, blood type A, famous for works like Itchy Lungs and Just a Training Manual..."
Ye Shuang listened quietly until she finished. Then, with a meaningful tone, he asked,
"Hey, student."
"What?"
"Do you know your boyfriend’s birthday?"
The question caught her off guard. She frowned, struggling to recall, before pulling out her phone. "Hold on, I have it saved in my calendar."
Ye Shuang shook his head. "Never mind. What about your parents’ birthdays? Or their height and weight?"
She rolled her eyes. "I don’t remember their birthdays. Why would I need to know their height and weight?"
Ye Shuang echoed, "Yeah, why would you?"
Her frown deepened.
"If you love your boyfriend and your parents, why don’t you remember their birthdays?" he pressed.
The girl stared at him, unable to come up with an answer.
"I thought you’d be different, Doctor. Turns out you’re just like the rest. What’s it to you if I’m a fan?" She stood up and stormed out without another word.
Ye Shuang didn’t react.
To him, idolizing celebrities was about admiration—being drawn to someone’s shining qualities, whether it was their personality or looks. It was a form of looking up to someone.
Appreciating something beautiful was normal. But going to extremes—spending money to boost rankings, chasing them at airports, wearing wedding dresses, or even fighting other fans—was a bit strange to him.
At least when you tip a novelist, they say thank you.
Ye Shuang didn’t dwell on it. It wasn’t his business anyway; the student had just come to him for counseling.
"Hmm?" He suddenly wondered if he should’ve just agreed with her instead.
Wasn’t that what therapists were supposed to do—just go along with what the patient said?
He pulled out his phone and started reading an e-book on counseling techniques.
When dealing with someone troubled, the first rule was to nod along...
"Being a school doctor isn’t as easy as I thought," he mused, feeling a wave of drowsiness from last night’s lack of sleep.
Just as he was about to close his eyes for a quick nap, a faintly sweet scent tickled his nose.
He opened his eyes slowly—only to meet a pair of round, unblinking ones inches from his face.
"Whoa—?!"
The sudden proximity made Ye Shuang jerk back, nearly toppling his chair.
A stocking-clad leg shot out, steadying the chair before it could fall. The girl in front of him had a lollipop in her mouth and mumbled, "Jeez, what’s your problem?"
"How do you walk without making a sound?!"
An Shiyu tilted her head, her neat bangs swaying slightly. "Because I’m a ninja."
"You’re still on about that?!" Ye Shuang groaned.
Ignoring his exasperation, An Shiyu said, "Sleeping on the job? That’s a pay cut."
"I was just resting my eyes." He eyed her, hands stuffed in her pockets. "Skipping class again?"
"Nope. I’m not feeling well," she said.
Ye Shuang gave her a once-over. "What’s wrong?"
"Everything. That’s why I’m here." She stretched lazily. "So, not skipping class."
Ye Shuang realized she was just faking it to ditch class. His eye twitched. "How is this any different?"
"Big difference. I’m sick."
"You’re faking it."
An Shiyu clicked her tongue and turned away. "Ugh, you’re such a stiff adult. If you can’t adapt, you’ll never make it as a leader. Society’s gonna chew you up."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Why was he being lectured by a kid?
Sometimes, he really wanted to treat this girl like an ansai yaogu drum—just beat some sense into her.
"Want some candy?" An Shiyu suddenly asked.
"Sure." He was still drowsy, and gum didn’t sound appealing. A change of flavor might help.
An Shiyu pulled the lollipop out of her mouth and held it out. "Here."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Don’t you have another one?"
"I only offered because I didn’t want this one anymore."
"I don’t want your slobber, thanks."
An Shiyu pondered. "What if I wipe it with a tissue?"
"Absolutely not!"
Shrugging, she popped the candy back into her mouth and flopped onto the infirmary bed in the corner.
Just as Ye Shuang was about to return to his book, her voice drifted over again:
"Oh, right. My grandpa wants to see you."
"Your grandpa?" He recalled the old man from the cafeteria—the one he’d advised to get his heart checked.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
