The thirty-fifth floor of the office tower offered a sweeping, unobstructed view of the cityscape. Chen Qin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the shimmering bay in the distance as she took a sip of coffee, lost in thought.
"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
The office door swung open, and her assistant stepped inside. "Director Chen, the planning department has finalized the meeting proposal. Please review it."
Chen Qin's expression remained calm as she returned to her seat. After carefully going through the document, she signed her name.
"Proceed with this plan. Also, notify Lisa to compile the financial report on last quarter’s investment losses—I need to see it."
"Understood, Director Chen." The assistant hesitated before adding, "Regarding the Longhu development project... we might need to allocate an additional 100 million yuan."
"Got it. You may leave."
"Yes."
As the assistant turned to go, Chen Qin suddenly called out, "Wait."
"Is there anything else, Director Chen?"
"What’s on my schedule for this afternoon?"
"Director Chen, you have no other commitments this afternoon, but Director Yang has requested to have dinner with you." The assistant smiled. "It might be nice to relax with Director Yang."
Chen Qin shot her a cool glance. "Since when do you schedule my personal time?"
Realizing her mistake, the assistant immediately lowered her head. "M-my apologies, Director Chen."
"Get out."
"Yes."
Once the door closed, Chen Qin leaned back in her chair, staring at the scenic wallpaper on her computer. With a quick keystroke, the image switched to a photo of a young man.
"I wonder what that guy is up to right now." A faint smile touched her lips as she cradled her coffee, gently swiveling her chair like a lovestruck girl.
After a moment’s hesitation, she glanced at her phone but wavered.
Would he think I’m clingy? Annoying?
Finally, she straightened up and tapped out a message:
Chen Qin: It’s past three—time for tea!
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She stared at the chat window, but there was no "typing" indicator. Sighing, she rested her delicate fingers against her chin and set the phone aside.
Ding.
A notification chimed, and Chen Qin immediately snatched up her phone.
[Battery low: 20% remaining]
Chen Qin: "..."
Expressionless, she tossed it onto the wireless charger. Just then, another notification sounded.
She grabbed it again.
Ye Shuang: Aren’t you working?
Chen Qin couldn’t help but grin: I’m off today. So bored at home—come take me out, will you?
She deliberately avoided mentioning she was still at the office, not wanting to pressure Ye Shuang with the implication that all her free time was reserved for him.
Because she feared he’d find her irritating.
Ye Shuang: I’m on the clock. Next time.
Chen Qin’s cheeks puffed out.
Chen Qin: Take the day off. I’ll cover your wages~
Ye Shuang: And you call yourself a boss? Zero professional ethics.
Chen Qin: Meanie. Fine, I’ll find another guy!
Ye Shuang: Okay.
Chen Qin: I’m serious!
Ye Shuang: Mhm.
Chen Qin: Don’t you dare whine later—get out here!
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Ye Shuang: ...
Ye Shuang: Come over for dinner tonight. Still dealing with a few girls here, and I just stuck it in.
Chen Qin: The hell??????
Ye Shuang: A thermometer. What did you think?
Chen Qin: Ugh, fine. Dinner at your place. Make my favorites—garlic scallops, a good soup, and sand ginger chicken.
Ye Shuang: You’re really not holding back, huh? Fine.
Chen Qin: Heh.
Setting down her phone, Chen Qin suddenly felt her nose tickle.
Achoo!
...
Hatchoo!
Meanwhile, in the school infirmary, Ye Shuang sneezed. Rubbing his nose, he figured the AC was set too low—despite the summer heat creeping in.
"Nurse~~ I’m so hot~"
"Nurse, do I have a fever~~?"
"Nurse, nurse~~ I don’t feel good~~~"
Three female students sat before him, their voices sickly sweet. Even without checking the thermometer, Ye Shuang could feel the heat radiating off them.
He sighed inwardly. The air in the infirmary was thick with hormones.
Soon, the results confirmed his suspicion—no actual fever.
After ushering the trio out, Ye Shuang returned to his seat. Being a school nurse was easier than expected; most "patients" these days were just lovesick girls.
"Out of gum."
Patting his pockets, he stood to visit the school store—though he knew chewing too much would square his jaw.
Quitting smoking was a marathon, battling not just physical cravings but psychological addiction.
After grabbing a pack of sour plum lozenges, he wandered onto the sports field for a stroll.
In the distance, a PE class was underway. Squinting under the tree shade, Ye Shuang couldn’t quite tell if it was Yu You’s class.
"Pervy old man, what are you doing out here?"
The sudden voice made him start. He glanced around but saw no one.
"Up here."
Looking up, he spotted a short-haired girl perched on a tree branch, legs dangling.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Why are you up there?"
"Tired. Needed a seat." An Shiyu peered down, her bangs framing sharp eyes. Despite wearing a pleated skirt, she seemed unbothered by Ye Shuang’s upward gaze and lazily added,
"Don’t get any ideas, creeper. I’m wearing safety shorts."
Ye Shuang’s eye twitched. "I wasn’t looking! And since when did I go from ‘lecher’ to ‘pervy old man’?!"
"Also, who the hell sits on a tree branch to rest?!"
An Shiyu merely shrugged. "Says the gropey uncle. So nosy."
Then, to his shock, she leaned backward—hanging upside down from the branch until their faces were inches apart. "A ninja’s core skill is blending into any environment."
Ye Shuang gaped at her legs, still hooked securely on the branch, then at her inverted smirk. Damn impressive.
But as his gaze drifted lower, he remarked, "Your hairline’s receding?"
The words made An Shiyu jolt—and she plummeted.
Ye Shuang lunged forward, instinctively catching her.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
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.”
