"School nurse~"
"My body feels a little unwell."
"I think I might have a fever."
In the school infirmary, Ye Shuang sat at his desk, watching the girl beside him acting coquettishly, feeling a slight headache coming on.
According to the information displayed in his vision, there was clearly nothing wrong with her—
[Character: Yu Xinyi
Grade 6, Foreign Language Class 1 at Yinshan Academy. Romance-obsessed, craving a milkshake.]
"Let’s check your temperature." Ye Shuang took out a mercury thermometer, but the girl suddenly blushed and tugged at her shoulder strap. "I don’t know where to put this… School nurse, could you do it for me?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Seems like she really does have a fever.
And not just any fever—a particularly heated one.
"There’s a female teacher coming in a few minutes. You can wait for her," Ye Shuang said. The girl immediately perked up. "Oh! I have club activities right now. I’ll come back later~"
With that, she hurried off.
Ye Shuang put the thermometer away and went back to reading. Students like this weren’t uncommon—so much so that the infirmary practically reeked of teenage hormones. He could understand it, but…
Lately, more and more girls had been visiting the infirmary, most of them perfectly healthy.
"Time to go." He checked the clock, shelved the medical book, hung up his white coat, and locked the door of Infirmary No. 3 before stepping into the hallway.
"Over here!"
"Pass the ball!"
The shouts from below caught his attention. He glanced down toward the playground, where students were playing basketball.
Come to think of it, Yu You didn’t seem to have any particular hobbies.
"Hmm… I should encourage her to develop some interests. Art, or something else…" Ye Shuang leaned against the railing, watching the students below.
"Maybe I should sign her up for a class?"
"Would she resent it? Think I’m being too controlling?"
After a moment of deliberation, he shook his head. It was almost time for Yu You and the others to finish school, and he had something to take care of.
"The school festival is coming up. Why hasn’t our class voted on what to do yet?"
"Well, Teacher Chen broke her leg recently, and the class president is useless…"
"Why not ask Little Yu? She’s the vice president, and she’s really smart."
"You can find Little Yu anywhere except the classroom."
"Oh… right."
Two girls walked past, chatting. When they noticed Ye Shuang, they greeted him politely. "Hello, teacher."
"You’re from Class B?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Yeah, you even subbed for our self-study class once," one of them replied.
Ye Shuang nodded, and the two students continued on their way.
"The school festival…" Lost in thought, he soon arrived at Class A’s room, where he spotted Yu You and the others packing up.
The moment Yu You noticed him outside the classroom, she abandoned her bag and dashed over, her long hair fluttering behind her. "Hug…"
"Not now, there are too many people." Ye Shuang gently pinched her cheek before turning to Tang Keke, who had followed. "Keke."
"Big bro, here to pick up Yu You?" Tang Keke handed over Yu You’s bag.
"Not just that. If you’re free tonight, join us for dinner. I’m not cooking today."
Tang Keke happily agreed. "Sure!"
Ye Shuang left his car at school, and the three of them walked out together. With Yu You clinging to his arm like a koala, he glanced at Tang Keke.
"Keke, I overheard some students talking about the school festival earlier."
Tang Keke nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! In two weeks, it’s Yinshan Academy’s 70th anniversary celebration. There’ll be a week of campus events, and they’ll set off fireworks—one for each year!"
"What kind of events usually happen?"
"Hmm… Students and outsiders can set up stalls, and every class has to prepare a themed activity. Last year, our class did a haunted house, and it was pretty popular."
"Besides classes, clubs can also put on performances. Last year, the light music club, street dance club, and even the basketball club’s solo dance were huge hits!"
Tang Keke explained in detail while Ye Shuang listened, nodding occasionally as he considered renting a stall.
Not for profit, but to give Yu You more experiences.
Thinking this, he turned to the girl beside him. "Yu You, did you enjoy last year’s festival?"
Yu You thought for a moment. "A little cold… got hit…"
Ye Shuang: "?"
"Yu You played a ghost last year. Some scared students threw props at her… and kicked her," Tang Keke added, looking uncomfortable.
"Why would you let them kick you?" Ye Shuang stroked Yu You’s head gently.
Yu You lifted her face slightly, expression calm. "Classmates… did it too."
"Used to it…"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Sounded like a terrible memory.
"That won’t happen again," he said softly. "You have me to rely on now, understand?"
Yu You nodded, tightening her grip on his arm.
Just then, his phone rang. The caller ID showed "Fugui."
"Hey, Fugui. Back in the country?"
"Troublemaker~ Little Shuang, those guys’ issues are handled," a playful voice giggled through the phone. "One almost drowned in the sewage race—want to see the video?"
"No need. Thanks."
"No biggie~ I like that kid too. Can’t let her get bullied~ Anyway, gotta go. Bye-bye!"
"Alright."
"Hmph~"
After hanging up, Ye Shuang pocketed his phone and noticed Yu You’s curious gaze.
"Fugui called."
Yu You recalled the gentle, eccentric figure from her memories. "Aunt Li."
"You can call her that. Let’s have dinner together sometime."
"Okay."
Ye Shuang glanced at Yu You before looking ahead. There was one more thing he wanted to ask her today.
About moving.
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?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
