The clamor inside the venue continued to surge, refusing to settle.
On the screen, the glaring "9,326 points" hung like an insurmountable monument, weighing heavily on everyone.
Yet, all this commotion seemed irrelevant to Liu Yuan, who stood quietly in the corner.
Leaning against the cold wall, she kept her head slightly lowered, her long lashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyes.
Words like "record," "top scorer," "domination," and "clown" drifted into her ears but failed to stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.
Her world, at this moment, was unusually still.
Her fingers glided lightly across her phone's smooth screen, unlocking it. The glow illuminated her delicate face.
She ignored the flood of news notifications about the martial exam.
Instead, she went straight to Yuanxin and tapped on the pinned name at the top.
[Iris: I’m done with the test! Are you busy, brother? Can I come find you~?]
Send.
Then she stayed like that, motionless, staring at the screen, her fingertips absently tracing the edge of her phone.
Someone passed by, waving their arms excitedly while discussing with a classmate: "Did you see that? Nineteen thousand kilograms! My god, is that even human?"
Liu Yuan paid no attention, her gaze fixed on the screen, waiting for the familiar avatar to light up with a new message.
She didn’t care who the top scorer was or who broke the record.
She only cared about one person’s whereabouts.
The screen flickered slightly.
Almost instantly, her eyes caught the new notification.
[IWantToSleep: I’m in Rest Area B, by the window.]
The corner of Liu Yuan’s lips lifted—just a fraction, so slight it was almost imperceptible—yet it melted away the faint coolness in her expression.
Her beautiful eyes brightened, shimmering with tiny sparks of light.
Liu Yuan immediately pocketed her phone and straightened up.
Her movements were swift and precise, without a trace of hesitation.
She strode toward Rest Area B.
Navigating through the noisy crowd, she dodged someone who nearly bumped into her while gesturing wildly.
"Hey, did you see—?"
The person tried to share their excitement, but Liu Yuan simply sidestepped with a soft "Excuse me," never breaking her stride.
The speaker blinked, watching her retreating figure, then muttered, "Weirdo. Doesn’t even care about Jiangxia’s big celebration..."
The sign for Rest Area B grew clearer as she approached.
She could already make out a faint silhouette by the window.
Compared to the bustling corridors, this area was noticeably quieter.
A few examinees who had finished early sat scattered around—some looked tense, others whispered among themselves, while a few still buzzed about Yun Huang’s record-breaking performance.
Liu Yuan didn’t pause. Her eyes swept across the room.
By the window...
Her gaze skipped over empty seats, past figures hunched over their phones or resting with closed eyes.
Then—she stopped.
The sunlight by the window was bright, outlining the profile of a young man.
He lounged casually against the back of his seat, one arm draped over the empty space beside him, his head slightly tilted as if dozing.
The light traced clean, sharp lines along his features.
The moment she spotted him, her steps quickened—from a walk to a jog, then almost a sprint, as if carried by the wind.
A faint creak of the chair.
Su Qi, who had indeed been on the verge of sleep, suddenly felt a soft figure crash into him.
The impact nearly toppled him backward, chair and all.
Luckily, his reflexes kicked in—his hands braced against the armrests, barely steadying himself.
Warmth pressed against his chest, carrying the faint, sweet scent of a girl.
The person in his arms buried herself against him, her arms locked tightly around his waist, her face hidden in his chest. Though he couldn’t see her expression, he could feel it—dependency?
Su Qi raised a hand and patted her back lightly.
"You’re back."
His voice was rough with sleep but laced with a trace of gentleness.
Liu Yuan didn’t answer. Instead, she nuzzled deeper into him, as if trying to press her cheek even closer.
He didn’t say anything else, letting her hold him.
The position was a little awkward, but it was warm.
After about half a minute, Liu Yuan’s grip loosened slightly, though her arms remained wrapped around him.
Few people were in the rest area. Some glanced over curiously but soon looked away.
Liu Yuan tilted her head up to look at Su Qi. In her bright eyes, only his reflection remained.
"I just... finished the test and suddenly missed you."
Her voice was soft.
The sunlight outside slanted in, wrapping the two of them in a warm, golden glow.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?"
