Chapter 195
Immediately after, the girl's messages popped up frequently.
[Dr. Ye: Oh my god! I actually shook out someone! That sound is so cool!]
[Dr. Ye: Gu Ran, Gu Ran, what's the principle behind this? How did you know I was shaking it?]
Gu Ran looked at the messages on the screen and tapped his fingers lightly.
[Silly Bear: Is it fun? I designed it.]
Ye Zhenzhen nodded repeatedly under the covers. Having discovered a new continent, her eyes sparkled.
[Dr. Ye: Gu Ran, you're amazing! Your dog brain really has good ideas!]
Looking at the newly sent message, Gu Ran's forehead twitched slightly.
Is this how people chat?
He was so focused on chatting that he completely failed to notice the reactions of the crowd behind him.
Li Ming and Zhang Qi stared dumbfounded at the interface on Gu Ran's phone, their eyes almost popping out.
"What... what kind of black tech is this?"
Zhang Qi asked, stuttering.
"You can search for people just by shaking it? And it even shows the distance?! This is too amazing!"
In 2011, LBS (Location-Based Services) was still an extremely avant-garde concept.
Most people's mobile phone positioning was still limited to map navigation. Who would have thought this thing could be used for socializing?
This kind of interaction method that spanned space and randomly matched people.
For this group of college freshmen who were still stuck on adding QQ numbers and entering chat rooms, it was simply a heavy blow!
"This is called LBS positioning technology."
Gu Ran turned around, waved the phone in his hand, and his gaze landed lightly on the stiff-faced Qin Zhaoyang.
"Class Monitor Qin, did you just ask me if this thing could do any fancy tricks?"
Gu Ran smiled. There was no mockery in that smile, only the pity of a higher-dimensional being looking down at lower-dimensional creatures.
"This is not a chat tool; this is a switch for hormones."
"In this world, countless lonely souls are looking for resonance every second. And what I did was give them a gun, a gun that can shatter social barriers."
Gu Ran's voice was not loud, but every word was a gem, echoing in the dorm room.
"The fancy tricks in your eyes are nothing but child's play. But what I see is the admission ticket to the next era."
Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth, his face turning the color of pig liver.
He wanted to refute, to say that Gu Ran was just being deliberately mystifying.
But looking at that clean and advanced interface, and hearing that addictive click sound.
And thinking back to the shock of the successful match just a moment ago...
He found that he couldn't come up with any words to refute.
It felt like a primitive man showing off a wooden stick, suddenly seeing the person opposite him pull out a Gatling gun.
A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.
Gu Ran stopped looking at him, raised his phone again, and gave his wrist a gentle shake.
"Click—click—"
That crisp sound of a gun bolt sliding rang out again, like slaps across Qin Zhaoyang's ridiculous self-esteem.
The phone vibrated.
Ye Zhenzhen's message popped up on the screen again.
[Shake it again! Shake it again! This sound is so addictive!]
Gu Ran chuckled lightly, his fingers typing a quick reply.
[Go to sleep early. Tomorrow I'll take you to unlock new postures.]
Ye Zhenzhen: "!!!"
The current girl, under the dual influence of Gu Ran and Pei Susu, had a mind like a dyeing vat with increasingly rich colors.
She understood instantly without even needing a reminder.
New... new postures...
Was it the kind she was imagining...
Thinking of this, the girl suddenly buried her beet-red face into the pillow.
Her two fair, tender little legs kicked wildly in the air.
So embarrassing!
Ye Zhenzhen!
......
On the other side.
Under his roommates' almost fanatically worshipful gazes, Gu Ran climbed into bed.
"Brother Gu... um... could you install one for me too?"
Li Ming raised his hand weakly from below.
"I want to shake it too..."
"The surprise always appears last, and the closed beta codes are limited."
Gu Ran pulled the blanket over himself, his lazy voice drifting down from the top bunk.
"Going to sleep."
The dorm room lights went out.
Hearing Gu Ran's steady breathing from the top bunk, Qin Zhaoyang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.
The Nokia N97 in his hand felt as heavy as a piece of scrap iron at this moment.
And Gu Ran, accompanied by the joy of WeChat's successful testing, fell into a deep sleep.
......
The next day.
The freshman military training officially kicked off.
There was no wind on the sports field; the air was as thick and sticky as a pot of boiling paste.
Cicadas screamed heart-wrenchingly in the treetops, as if crying out in grievance for the freshmen under the trees.
"Stand up straight, all of you! What are you moving around for! Whoever moves again gets five extra minutes of training!"
The drill instructor's roar pierced through the heatwave, making people's eardrums ache.
In the formation of Economics and Management Class 1, sweat rolled down the side of Gu Ran's forehead.
Yet he didn't even blink an eyelid, his posture remaining as straight as a pine tree.
Qin Zhaoyang, standing diagonally in front of him, was not so composed.
This great Class Monitor Qin's legs were trembling right now, and his military training uniform was so wet that water could be wrung out of it.
But in his mung-bean-sized eyes, there flickered a certain uncontrollable excitement.
He occasionally glanced out of the corner of his eye at the guys from Dorm 404, where Gu Ran was, a sinister smirk curling the corner of his mouth.
Gu Ran, aren't you good at showing off?
So what if you drive an Audi?
Later I'll let you know that in collective life.
Having money isn't a real skill; knowing how to handle social situations is the hard currency.
Beep—!
"Rest in place for twenty minutes!"
Following the blow of the whistle.
The freshmen felt as if they had received a grand pardon, instantly collapsing in heaps, their wails rising and falling.
Just then, Qin Zhaoyang waved at a few classmates not far away.
"Come, come, bring the stuff over!"
A few boys carried over several boxes of mineral water, huffing and puffing.
There were also two large, sliced watermelons with red flesh and black seeds, looking incredibly thirst-quenching.
Qin Zhaoyang stood in front of the pile of supplies, wiped off his sweat, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Everyone has worked hard! I'm treating everyone to water and watermelon! There's a share for everyone!"
"Wow! The class monitor is so generous!"
"Thank you, Class Monitor! I'm dying of thirst!"
"Brother Qin is awesome!"
A group of freshmen who were about to smoke from thirst instantly swarmed over, throwing out all kinds of flattery as if it cost nothing.
Qin Zhaoyang enjoyed this feeling of being surrounded like the moon by the stars, his chin almost tilting up to the sky.
As he distributed the items, he locked onto Gu Ran with the corner of his eye.
Zhang Qi and Li Ming were also so thirsty their throats were smoking. Seeing everyone go to collect, they subconsciously followed the crowd.
"Here, yours."
"Here you go, yours."
Qin Zhaoyang handed out the water with a smile, his movements smooth and flowing.
Until Zhang Qi reached out his hand, ready to take that bottle of water—
Qin Zhaoyang's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
He looked into the box with exaggeration, put on a heartbroken expression, and spread his hands.
"Oh no, how unfortunate! I bought too few, we just ran out!"
The air instantly fell silent for a few seconds.
Zhang Qi's hand froze in mid-air, his face turning bright red.
He had clearly just seen Qin Zhaoyang hide two bottles of water behind his back!
"Ran out?"
Zhang Qi gritted his teeth and pointed at the box behind Qin Zhaoyang.
"Aren't there still some in there?"
"Oh, those."
Qin Zhaoyang twitched the corner of his mouth in a fake smile.
"Those are saved for the instructors and counselors. What, is Student Zhang Qi's awareness so low that you want to snatch water from the instructors?"
With this heavy accusation thrown at him, Zhang Qi instantly fell silent.
The surrounding classmates weren't stupid either. Seeing this situation, they immediately understood.
This wasn't a matter of running out of water; it was clearly Monitor Qin targeting someone!
The atmosphere became somewhat subtle.
The crowd, which was lively just a moment ago, now subconsciously took a step back, afraid of getting caught up in this clash of titans.
Seeing this, Qin Zhaoyang became even more smug.
He casually picked up a piece of watermelon, eating it with juice dripping down, and swaggered over to Gu Ran.
"Oh my, Consultant Gu, I'm really sorry."
Qin Zhaoyang spat out a watermelon seed, almost landing it on Gu Ran's shoe.
"You know my grades aren't that good, I miscounted the heads. How about... I give you this watermelon rind to quench your thirst?"
This was a blatant, in-your-face provocation.
Hearing this, Zhang Qi burned with anger, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to charge forward right then and there.
"Fuck you, Qin Zhaoyang, don't you fucking go too far!"
A slender hand pressed firmly on his shoulder.
Gu Ran's expression was calm, not even glancing at the piece of watermelon.
It was as if the person standing in front of him wasn't a human, but just thin air.
He raised his wrist and glanced at his Longines Master Collection watch.
"Nine forty."
Gu Ran said indifferently.
"The time is just right."
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?"
