Chapter 188
Boys' dormitory area, Building 4, Room 404.
Gu Ran pushed his suitcase and strode inside.
He wore a well-tailored white shirt, crisp black trousers, and a pair of shiny leather shoes.
He didn't look like a freshman coming to register, but rather like a young executive coming to inspect the work.
As soon as he entered, his calm and unhurried aura stunned the two people already in the room.
A tall, thin boy who was making his bed, and a chubby boy sitting on a chair playing Fruit Ninja, reflexively sprang up upon seeing Gu Ran's outfit. Their standing posture was incredibly standard.
"H-Hello, Professor!"
The chubby boy hid his phone behind his back, not even daring to breathe loudly. Clearly, he hadn't yet shaken off his high school stress responses.
The tall, thin boy also hurriedly rubbed his hands together and put on a smiling face: "Professor, we are just tidying up our room, we'll be done in a second!"
Gu Ran was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not a teacher."
He pushed his suitcase next to an empty bed and waved his hand with a smile. "My name is Gu Ran, a freshman in the Economics and Management Department. I'm in this dorm, taking this bunk."
"Huh?"
The chubby boy and the tall, thin boy looked at each other, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
With this aura and this outfit, if you said you were a school official in disguise, we would believe it. But you're a freshman?
"You scared me to death, man. You're dressing way too maturely for your age..."
The chubby boy breathed a sigh of relief, plopped back down on his chair, and familiarly extended his hand. "My name is Li Ming. Everyone calls me Fatty. I'm a homebody who loves playing video games."
The tall, thin boy also smiled and leaned in: "I'm Zhang Qi, a local. If you want to know any school gossip in the future, just come to me. I'm the man determined to become the Qingda Know-It-All."
Gu Ran smiled and shook hands with both of them. He casually pulled out an unopened pack of Soft Chunghwa cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to each of them, and threw a large bag of snacks onto the desk.
"I'm new here, please take care of me from now on."
Li Ming and Zhang Qi took the cigarettes. As soon as they saw the brand, their eyes widened.
Wow, Soft Chunghwa, rare stuff!
This guy is alright!
"You're too polite! We're all brothers from now on!" Zhang Qi was a smart guy. He immediately pulled out a lighter to light Gu Ran's cigarette, his attitude even more attentive than when he thought Gu Ran was a "teacher."
Gu Ran waved his hand to indicate he had quit, pulled over a chair and sat down, casually chatting with the two while unpacking.
Relying on his past life's experience of navigating the business world, it only took a few sentences for him to completely dazzle these two naive freshmen, faintly establishing himself as the backbone of the dorm room.
Just as the three of them were chatting enthusiastically, the dorm room door was kicked open with a bang.
"F*ck! So damn unlucky!"
A boy wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses walked in, cursing loudly.
He was carrying bags of all sizes, and upon entering, he threw a limited-edition LV travel bag onto a bed.
Li Ming and Zhang Qi were startled and turned to look.
They saw the boy take off his sunglasses, revealing a reasonably handsome face that currently looked completely exasperated.
It was none other than Qin Zhaoyang, the guy who had been driving a BMW 3 Series at the school gates earlier.
Qin Zhaoyang didn't even look straight at the three people in the room. Wiping his sweat, he slammed a pack of Marlboros onto the table and kept complaining non-stop like a chatterbox.
"Damn it, the security guards at this crappy school are such snobs! I drive a BMW and they still checked my ID and made me open my trunk, treating me like a criminal!"
The more Qin Zhaoyang spoke, the angrier he got, and he kicked the leg of a chair.
"The most infuriating thing was the Audi in front of me! So what if it has a crappy license plate with 'five 6s'? He didn't even have to register, and the security guard even saluted him! I bet the owner is just some stupid rich kid relying on his daddy. That security guard is probably his relative!"
Hearing there was gossip, Zhang Qi immediately leaned in. "Bro, what's the situation? A license plate with five 6s? That awesome?"
"Exactly!" Seeing someone humoring him, Qin Zhaoyang grew even more animated. "The car windows were tinted as black as coal, he didn't even dare to show his face. If I find out who that is, I swear I'll..."
At this moment, Gu Ran was facing away from the door, organizing his wardrobe.
Hearing this highly specific rant, his hands paused for a moment.
He slowly turned around, still holding a coat hanger, a refreshing, spring-breeze-like smile on his face.
"You swear you'll what?" His tone was flat, as if asking about the weather today.
Qin Zhaoyang found the voice familiar. He looked up and froze.
"It's you?!"
The next second, his eyes widened and he pointed at Gu Ran. "Why are you here? You got assigned to this dorm too? Also, put down that hanger. This is a school, are you going to hit someone?"
Seeing this, Gu Ran shrugged and continued to slowly and methodically hang up his clothes.
"What a f*cking small world." Seeing him back down, Qin Zhaoyang sneered. He looked him up and down, his eyes full of disdain. "Stop acting so deep."
Gu Ran dusted off his hands, walked over to the desk, picked up his water cup, and took a sip.
"That Audi you mentioned, it really didn't register."
Qin Zhaoyang was stunned and subconsciously asked, "How do you know? Did you see it too?"
Li Ming and Zhang Qi beside them also looked at Gu Ran curiously.
Gu Ran smiled, reached out with his slender fingers, and pulled the keys out of his pocket.
"Because I was the one who drove that car in."
His tone was sincere, even carrying a hint of apology. "The security guard didn't stop me. Maybe he just thought I was too handsome."
The sneer on Qin Zhaoyang's face instantly froze, his expression twisting as if he had swallowed a live fly.
His mouth was open wide enough to fit an egg, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, but he couldn't spit out a single word.
I f*cking begged my dad just to buy a 3 Series, and you, a brute, are driving an A6?
Bro, come on, don't do this to me!
The phone in Li Ming's hand dropped onto the desk with a clatter. It was unknown if the screen shattered, but his worldview certainly did.
Zhang Qi's eyes almost popped out of his head. His gaze darted back and forth between Gu Ran and Qin Zhaoyang, his mind frantically spamming: Holy sh*t! Huge gossip! This is some real f*cking gossip!
Gu Ran ignored the petrified Qin Zhaoyang and raised his hand to look at the Longines watch on his wrist.
"It's time to eat."
He turned to look at the dazed Li Ming and Zhang Qi, smiling as he extended an invitation: "Let's go check out the cafeteria. I heard the stir-fry on the second floor is pretty good. My treat."
"Huh? Oh! Okay! Sounds good!"
The two woke up as if from a dream. They immediately sprang up from their chairs and flanked him on his way out like two loyal sidekicks.
When passing by Qin Zhaoyang, Gu Ran didn't break his stride, not even giving him a glance from the corner of his eye.
That kind of dismissal was more like a resounding slap in the face than any verbal retort, leaving Qin Zhaoyang's face flushed bright red.
It wasn't until the backs of the three disappeared at the end of the hallway that Qin Zhaoyang was left standing alone in Room 404, his face turning pale and then green.
He looked at the empty doorway, then at the unopened pack of Marlboros on the desk, suddenly feeling like a clown.
This is just f*cking... a clean sweep!
On the very first day of school, his reputation was already swept into the dirt...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
