Su Qi watched as his younger sister clung to his arm.
She had that rascally look of "I won't let go until you agree".
He didn't believe a single word she said.
This silly younger sister of his, well, it's not nice to say she has a thick skin directly.
But there was definitely no connection between her and the word "shy".
Seeing that Su Qi still didn't respond, Liu Yuan found that her coquetry wasn't working. She immediately switched to the puffer - fish mode.
In an instant, her cheeks puffed up.
Su Qi looked down at her and then glanced at the shop that emitted a pinkish glow from the inside out. He felt his head throbbing.
Finally, under Liu Yuan's persistent coaxing and the threat of "if you don't agree, I'll roll on the ground right here and cry", Su Qi shamefully gave in.
"Alright, let's go then."
But then he saw that the silly girl had no intention of leaving.
Suddenly, she grinned stupidly: "Hehe~"
"I suddenly feel like having a cup of milk tea."
"Brother, you go first. I'll go buy a cup of milk tea and come right back!"
With that, she slipped away like a greased weasel.
Su Qi: …
If his guess was right, it seemed that this silly girl wouldn't buy the milk tea well unless he went into the shop.
So Su Qi had to "set off alone".
The air - conditioning in the shop was turned on quite high.
There weren't many customers. There was a single woman carefully selecting items, and a young couple who were so engrossed in each other that they seemed oblivious to the world around them. The boy was holding two very different styles of lingerie against his girlfriend's body and analyzing out loud which one was more "sexy".
As Su Qi walked in, several pairs of eyes immediately turned towards him.
A young man, walking into a ladies' lingerie shop alone with a straight face.
This scene was truly visually impactful.
Su Qi, however, remained calm.
Was it embarrassing?
Buying intimate clothing for his younger sister was a natural thing to do. What was there to be embarrassed about?
Well, when his eyes swept across the colorful, lace - covered, and variously - shaped small pieces of fabric hanging on the wall, he still felt a bit uncomfortable.
A tall and exquisitely - made female salesperson greeted him with a smile. Her eyes briefly rested on Su Qi for a second. Then, seeing the big and small bags in Su Qi's hands, she quickly regained her professional demeanor.
"Welcome to our shop."
Her eyes scanned Su Qi from head to toe, especially lingering on his slightly stiff face for half a second.
"Hello, sir. Are you buying for your girlfriend?"
"What kind of style would you like to look at?"
"For my younger sister," Su Qi simply corrected.
"Oh~" The salesperson's smile became even broader, and the prolonged ending of her voice was full of the meaning of "I understand".
"You're really a great brother. May I ask what size your sister usually wears? What kind of style does she like? Is it the push - up type or the comfortable type? With or without a wire?"
A series of professional terms came at him like a machine - gun fire.
Su Qi's mind wandered for a moment.
He was quite well - informed about the size.
After all, there was this certain someone who liked to wander around the house in a loose T - shirt in summer, and in the sunlight, everything was clearly visible. It was hard not to know.
Su Qi reported a letter and a number.
The salesperson was obviously stunned for a moment. She clearly didn't expect him to answer so straightforwardly.
It was indeed rare to find a brother who remembered his sister's size so clearly.
"Sure, sir. For this size, you can take a look at these styles. They are all the best-sellers of this season. The fabric is pure cotton, with good breathability. They are very suitable for young girls."
However, Liu Yuan, who had been observing secretly, obviously wouldn't let Su Qi have his way.
She directly entered the store and took over the "game".
She greeted Su Qi from about four or five meters away.
"Brother, I'm back~"
"There were too many people queuing at the milk tea shop. We'll go there later."
Then she didn't stop and kept walking forward.
Finally, she stopped in the area full of various lace styles.
Her slender fingers glided across the rows of hangers and finally she picked out two pieces.
One was pure white, with delicate cotton lace trim, looking pure and cute.
The other was black, a combination of silk and lace, with a bold and mature design.
Liu Yuan held one piece in each hand, held them in front of herself to compare, and then walked up to Su Qi, smiling at him.
"Brother."
"Hmm?"
"Which one do you think looks better?"
Here it comes.
This was the core of today's "punishment".
Making him express his opinion on such intimate clothing in public?
He could see that although the salesgirl not far away was organizing the shelves, her ears were obviously pricked up.
Su Qi took a deep breath and tried to end this in the most perfunctory way: "I think they're... both okay."
"No!" Liu Yuan immediately pouted and shook her head dissatisfiedly. "You have to choose one! Choose seriously!"
She held the two pieces of clothing closer to Su Qi.
He looked into his sister's bright eyes full of expectation and a desire to watch the fun.
Then he glanced at the salesgirl who was pretending to be busy but actually eavesdropping.
Finally, his gaze fell on the two pieces of clothing with different styles.
Well, it's better to get it over with quickly.
He stretched out his hand and just pointed at the black one without touching it.
"This one."
"Why?" Liu Yuan asked, obviously not satisfied with a simple answer.
"...Black makes people look thinner."
Su Qi managed to spit out these four words after holding it in for a long time.
This was the universal formula for black clothing.
However, after hearing this, instead of being satisfied, his sister burst out laughing, her shoulders shaking.
"Where am I fat that I need to look thinner?"
As she said this, she deliberately puffed out her chest to show off her curves.
Su Qi: "..."
Well...
It wasn't obvious in the first place. If it looked even thinner, it would be invisible.
Just then, the salesgirl, who had been keeping her distance, finally walked over, still wearing an impeccable smile on her face.
"This gentleman has very good taste."
She naturally took the black piece from Liu Yuan's hand and showed it to the two of them.
"This style is from our designer's main series this year. It uses a French triangle cup design without a steel ring, so it will be very comfortable to wear. And look at this lace. It's hand-sewn, with a very complicated craftsmanship, which can maximally show a woman's charm."
Then she picked up the white one.
"This one is more of a Japanese sweet style. The pure cotton material is more skin-friendly and breathable, suitable for daily wear."
After the salesgirl's professional explanation, instead of relieving the awkwardness, it made Su Qi feel even more on pins and needles.
Liu Yuan listened with great interest and nodded seriously. Then she threw the question back to Su Qi, "Did you hear that, brother? Even the professional says you have good taste. Now tell us in detail why you chose this one?"
Su Qi had given up struggling at this moment.
Looking at his sister who wouldn't stop until she pushed him into a corner, his mind suddenly calmed down.
He re - examined the two pieces of clothing. This time, he didn't look at them with embarrassment and resistance, but with a nearly deconstructive perspective.
It was like analyzing the structure of a card, its energy circuit, and the material ratio.
"The white one has redundant design," Su Qi said.
Both Liu Yuan and the salesgirl were stunned.
"Look at the connection of its shoulder straps. There's a frill added, which is quite redundant. This kind of decoration will ruin the smoothness of the overall line. And from a mechanical point of view, the stress point at this position doesn't need this kind of soft structure for buffering. It's purely for decoration and lacks practicality."
He paused for a moment and then looked at the black one.
"The design of the black one is much simpler. Its beauty comes from the contrast of the materials themselves and the precise tailoring. The transparency of the lace and the luster of the silk create a visual contrast, but the overall outline is unified. Every line and every seam serves the function and form, without any redundant elements. From a design perspective, it has a higher degree of completion."
Liu Yuan stared with her mouth slightly open, and her beautiful big eyes were filled with shock and confusion.
No way?
How does this bastard Su Qi know everything?
Mechanical point of view? Function and form? Degree of completion?
Did humans secretly evolve without taking her along?
And the professional salesgirl's look at Su Qi had completely changed at this moment.
She no longer regarded him as an embarrassed man accompanying his sister shopping, but as a hidden peer, or even a master.
She stammered, "Sir... Are... Are you in the field of fashion design?"
"No," Su Qi replied calmly.
"Then... Your aesthetic sense is really professional!" The salesgirl's tone was full of sincere admiration.
Su Qi didn't say anything more.
He just looked at Liu Yuan, silently asking with his eyes: Are you satisfied with this answer? Can this torture end now?
Liu Yuan finally came back to her senses from the shock.
First, she stared blankly at Su Qi, then at the two pieces of clothes in her hand.
"Alright, then we'll buy the black one this time."
The punishment was finally over.
Seeing his sister's cute and frustrated look, Su Qi felt much better for some reason.
He scanned the code and paid the bill.
"Let's go. Time to go home."
"Okay..." Liu Yuan quickly followed up, still whispering under her breath, "Damn it... Why is it so hard to see my brother blush just once..."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a 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?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”