Although Ye Shuang caught An Shiyu, their current posture was a bit awkward. After all, the young girl had just been hanging upside - down on the tree branch and naturally fell head - first. Ye Shuang caught her body, which made his line of sight a bit delicate at the moment.
"How long are you going to hold me like this?" A soft voice came from below.
"Uh, sorry." Just as Ye Shuang finished speaking, An Shiyu clamped her legs together and forcefully locked his head.
Before Ye Shuang could react, An Shiyu actually straightened her body. With extremely terrifying core strength and flexibility, she reached out to grab the trunk of the nearby tree and finally changed her posture to sit astride Ye Shuang's neck.
"Um." The young girl grabbed Ye Shuang's hair with one hand and smoothed her bangs with the other, muttering, "It's not receding. You're talking nonsense."
At this moment, Ye Shuang was still a bit dazed and didn't even know how An Shiyu had managed that move.
Are you a bit of a glitch?
If it weren't for the warmth on the back of his neck and the weight on his shoulders, Ye Shuang would even have thought that An Shiyu had fallen.
"How did you do that just now?"
"Oh, just whoosh... boom, and then I did it." An Shiyu said lazily and showed no intention of getting off Ye Shuang's shoulders.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"You have such skills but don't participate in the Olympics to make a name for yourself. Instead, you're just a student here?"
"Tsk, it sounds so troublesome."
Ye Shuang was completely helpless. However, because of their actions here, many students had already looked in this direction.
"Hey, could you get off first?"
"No. Carry me to the school infirmary like this." An Shiyu propped her chin on her elbow on Ye Shuang's head. Obviously, she was unhappy. After all, no matter what, a girl didn't like to be talked about her hairline.
Perhaps sensing Ye Shuang's embarrassment, An Shiyu's eyes curved into crescents, and there was a rare hint of interest and pleasure. "Of course, you can also get me off. It depends on your ability."
Ye Shuang directly reached out and stroked An Shiyu's silk - stockinged leg.
The young girl's body trembled as if electrocuted and she bounced off Ye Shuang's body like a slippery loach.
"I underestimated you, perverted old man." An Shiyu showed a disgusted expression and took a step back. "Damn it, you actually used such a forbidden move..."
"It's because you wouldn't get off." Ye Shuang said and glanced at the vending machine beside.
"Let me buy you a drink."
Hearing this, An Shiyu immediately said, "A cup of milk green tea with coconut jelly."
"You change your face so quickly..." Ye Shuang sighed. "There's no such thing in the vending machine, right?"
"Order it on takeout."
"The school doesn't allow ordering takeout."
"It doesn't matter. Just ask the delivery guy to pass it through the railing."
"Why are you so proficient at this?!"
In the end, Ye Shuang still ordered a cup of milk tea for the young girl, and the afternoon time passed in a blink of an eye.
After packing up everything, just as Ye Shuang was about to go find Bai Yuyou, his phone received a message from Chen Qin.
Chen Qin: I'm waiting for you at the school gate.
Chen Qin: [Selfie]
On the screen, Chen Qin was wearing sunglasses and sitting in the car, smiling sweetly at the camera.
"It's supposed to be evening. Why did you come in the afternoon?" Ye Shuang thought for a while and looked at the time on the phone screen. He found that she had sent the message right on time, obviously knowing his off - work time.
Ye Shuang: I'll go pick up those two first.
Chen Qin: Eh, two?
Ye Shuang: One is Yuyou's friend.
Chen Qin: Oh.
After putting down the phone, Ye Shuang went to the classroom to look for Bai Yuyou but found that the classroom was empty, with no students in it.
The curtain on the distant window fluttered slightly, letting in the afternoon sunlight.
Ye Shuang's gaze stayed on Bai Yuyou's seat. It was clean, completely different from before.
The chair didn't have a missing leg, and there were no scribbles on the table.
The desk was bathed in the sunlight, as if it had been reborn.
"Is it P.E. class?" Ye Shuang quickly withdrew his gaze. He took out his phone and sent a message to Bai Yuyou, then went to the school gate first.
There weren't many students leaving school because in the whole school, those who went home directly after school without participating in clubs were in the minority.
When he arrived at the school gate, Ye Shuang scanned the surrounding vehicles but didn't find Chen Qin.
At the end - of - class time, there were quite a few cars coming to pick up students. If it weren't for the good traffic planning here, it would have been blocked up long ago.
"Beep." The horn of a car sounded. Ye Shuang turned his head and saw a Maybach with its hazard lights on.
He walked over. After confirming that it was indeed Chen Qin, he opened the passenger - side door and got in.
"Hehe, you didn't even recognize me." Chen Qin took off her sunglasses and said with a smile.
"This doesn't seem like the kind of car you'd drive." Ye Shuang had actually seen it just now but didn't think it was Chen Qin in it.
"I scratched my car and sent it for repair, so I drove the company's car here."
Ye Shuang nodded and smelled a faint perfume in the car. "Did you wear perfume?"
"Does it smell good?"
"Yeah."
"Come closer and smell it. It'll smell even better." Chen Qin smiled mischievously. As long as Ye Shuang got closer, she would press his head against her chest.
"That's enough." Ye Shuang said.
Seeing that her plan had failed, Chen Qin let out an "oh" reluctantly.
"What about those two little girls?"
"They're having P.E. class, so I sent them a message." Ye Shuang said.
Chen Qin looked ahead and then at Ye Shuang beside her. Suddenly, she asked, "Ye Shuang, do you really plan to stay by that girl's side forever?"
"For now, yes. She depends on me more than I thought." Ye Shuang continued, "She's already suffered a lot. It would be bad to leave her now."
"I depend on you too, you know."
"You don't need me to take care of you." Ye Shuang said.
Chen Qin originally wanted to argue but then thought better of it and cheerfully changed the topic. "Ye Shuang, come to our place for dinner this weekend."
"Did Uncle Chen ask?" Ye Shuang was a bit stunned.
"No, it's because Aunt Xian is coming back."
Ye Shuang thought about this unfamiliar name but still couldn't figure it out. "Who?"
"She's the singer. We even went to her concert when we were kids."
Ye Shuang suddenly realized who Aunt Xian that Chen Qin was talking about was. She was a well - known singer and actress in the Hong Kong region, but she was no longer very active. He had indeed seen her when he was a child.
In his memory, she spoke gently and was a very beautiful aunt.
"Does she have something to do when she returns to the Chinese mainland? Is she settling down here?"
"I don't know. It seems like there's something big going on, so my daddy wants you to go."
"Me?" Ye Shuang was a bit puzzled.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
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.
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?"
