Finally, the two returned home.
Seizing the opportunity, Su Qi proposed testing his theory that sharing a bed might halve the required sleep time for both.
Logically, such a thing was impossible.
Yet, his little sister still agreed to this absurd request.
……
When Su Qi woke again, the sky was tinged with orange-red hues.
It was already evening.
Clearly, his experiment had failed.
Moreover, the blanket beside him had been thrown aside, and the sweet, soft little sister was nowhere to be seen.
As Su Qi stretched and stepped out of the bedroom, he found Liu Yuan rummaging through the fridge in the living room, creating a clattering noise.
Why "clattering"?
Because the fridge was two meters tall.
This height was rather inconsiderate for Liu Yuan.
Su Qi had suggested multiple times that she use a small stool to easily reach the top shelves.
But she stubbornly refused, preferring to jump and yank things out instead.
"Huh?"
"Eh? Ehhh?"
While pondering what to cook for dinner, Liu Yuan suddenly felt her view elevate again.
There’s a saying: "A good girl doesn’t weigh over a hundred—either flat-chested or short."
Coincidentally, Liu Yuan was all three.
Even an average person could easily lift her.
Though aside from Su Qi, no one else ever got the chance.
By now, Liu Yuan had grown somewhat accustomed to the sensation of her feet leaving the ground.
She didn’t struggle much.
At this height, she could finally see everything inside the fridge.
"What should we take out?"
Liu Yuan’s eyes scanned the sparse ingredients inside.
Incidentally, she was also the one who haphazardly tossed them in earlier.
"Seems we forgot to buy groceries today… Let’s see what we can—eek?!"
Su Qi’s mischievous touch made Liu Yuan’s ears flush pink.
Her legs stiffened, toes curling briefly before relaxing again. "Big Brother, if you can’t cook, don’t mess around~"
Liu Yuan swiftly grabbed the ingredients and wriggled out of Su Qi’s hold.
She then deftly tied on her apron.
Watching her petite figure bustling about, Su Qi thought about helping in the kitchen.
The apron’s loose straps swayed slightly with her movements.
"Want me to tighten those straps for you?"
Su Qi approached, but before he could reach out, Liu Yuan pushed him away with a tiny hand.
"Big Brother, get out already! Don’t distract me."
"But the straps are loose."
"No buts! Do you still want dinner or not?"
After a moment’s thought, Su Qi relented.
June in Jiangxia was sweltering.
A full stomach after dinner would leave him warm and content…
Ah, right.
His package from Ningxia should’ve arrived.
Time to go pick it up.
……
After retrieving the package, Su Qi lounged on the sofa, idly scrolling through his phone.
He occasionally sipped hot tea, stealing glances at the kitchen.
Liu Yuan stood with her back to him, her small hands busily stir-frying.
As time passed, Su Qi finished his tea, yet dinner still hadn’t appeared.
Instead, the kitchen noises grew louder—clattering and sizzling.
Curious, Su Qi peeked inside.
Liu Yuan was locked in battle with a tomato on the cutting board, the knife rising and falling.
Red juice splattered everywhere, dotting her fair cheeks like tiny stains.
"Ugh, this knife sucks. I’ll make Big Brother buy a new one tomorrow."
She muttered under her breath, pursing her lips before dumping the haphazardly chopped ingredients into the pan.
About forty minutes later, Liu Yuan finally emerged with plates in hand.
One held scrambled eggs with tomatoes, another green peppers and meat, and a bowl of something vaguely resembling clear soup, plus two bowls of rice.
She shoved chopsticks into Su Qi’s hands.
He picked up a bite of the tomato-egg dish—surprisingly decent in flavor, sweet and sour, though the presentation was rough.
Wait… had his airheaded sister actually improved?
Liu Yuan took a bite of meat, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"Um… the meat’s a bit tough…" she murmured.
Su Qi stayed silent, sampling each dish methodically.
The peppers were undercooked, the meat oddly chewy—how one dish managed such contrasting textures was a mystery.
Still, none of that mattered.
Clearly, his sister’s "love-filled" cooking skills had leveled up.
Dinner wrapped up in about ten minutes. Liu Yuan swiftly cleared the table.
Under Su Qi’s "guidance," she had gone from vehemently resisting chores to grudging compliance, and now she tackled them with practiced ease—and even a smile.
Yes, housework.
Once the dishes were done, she plopped down beside Su Qi, who was once again glued to his phone.
She craned her neck, trying to peek at his screen.
Su Qi subtly shifted the phone away.
After months of "in-depth observation," Liu Yuan knew this behavior meant he was browsing something… questionable.
"Big Brother, let me see~"
She poked his arm, leaving a faint indentation.
Su Qi locked the screen and pocketed the phone.
Undeterred, Liu Yuan scooted closer, draping her arms over his shoulders until her nose nearly brushed his cheek.
"It’s just news."
"Your fight today made headlines."
That caught her attention. "Huh? I’m famous?"
"Then will Big Brother be my little fan? I remember you had that file about fans stalking idols… hehe~"
Maybe it was the heat, the full stomach, or lingering card effects, but tonight, his usually timid sister was unusually bold.
Her snooping through his files had been exposed long ago.
After all, she’d occasionally blurt out phrases that made his ears burn.
Su Qi wasn’t dumb.
Such knowledge either came from experience… or being a keyboard warrior with zero real-world practice.
And their "sparring sessions" confirmed she fell squarely into the latter category.
Under interrogation, she’d finally cracked: "I saw those things on Big Brother’s computer!"
A confession that left Su Qi red-faced and speechless.
While the idea was tempting, Su Qi shook his head. He couldn’t just admit: "Yep, I’m into that."
"Nope. Your opponent’s the one who got famous."
"Eh?"
Liu Yuan blinked, confused. Why would the loser gain fame?
"The internet’s calling him ‘Imperial Capital’s Yellow Water Bro.’"
"If he ditches the martial exams and starts livestreaming sales, he might strike gold."
"Liar," Liu Yuan pouted. "Big Brother’s hiding something naughty."
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)
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?"
