Chapter 31
After eating, Gu Ran wiped his mouth and dragged a resentful-looking Ye Jinliang back to the classroom.
"You better confess right now! How on earth did you hook up with Ye Zhenzhen?!"
"Uh... didn't I tell you? She's my newly acknowledged sister. You didn't believe me before, so is that my fault?"
"Sister? Not some kind of 'older sister figure'?"
Ye Jinliang narrowed his eyes. He couldn't help but feel that this guy with his thick eyebrows and big eyes wasn't up to any good.
"Seriously, she's my sister. Clear that dirty trash out of your head."
Ye Jinliang: "???"
You didn't have that attitude when you were begging me for torrent seeds before!
How infuriating!
"Where did you get a sister from?"
Even so, he was still suspicious. Gu Ran was always right under his nose. Getting to the bathroom at school was a hassle, and with nothing to do but study, where would he find the time to meet a sister?
Why couldn't he ever meet one?
"Didn't you see my stepmom yesterday? Ye Zhenzhen is the stepchild she brought with her."
Hearing this, Ye Jinliang's eyes widened. His mouth hung open, wanting to say something but hesitating.
As if knowing what he was about to say, Gu Ran nodded and said, "That's right, Ye Zhenzhen is my stepsister."
"Are you serious?!"
Ye Jinliang's eyes sparkled as he added, "That's so thrilling! The stepmother's daughter trope, hehe..."
Gu Ran: "???"
What the hell was in this guy's head?!
Japanese adult videos?
He was smiling creepily, probably thinking of some R-rated scenes, until a slap to the back of his head brought him back to reality.
Shaking his head, he got serious again. "Right, are you coming to my house for tutoring tonight?"
"Nope. I told you, I have the school beauty tutoring me, but you just won't believe it. Sigh, people these days never believe the truth..."
Gu Ran curled his lips, casually humblebragging, then put his hands in his pockets and walked toward the classroom.
Watching his back, Ye Jinliang froze for a moment. Then, as if realizing something, he quickly chased after him and asked, "Ye Zhenzhen?!"
"Yeah. It's so annoying. She insists on dragging me to her room to study. I can't even say no."
He even went into her bedroom...
The thought of Gu Ran going home to be tutored by the pure and stunning school beauty, while he had to face a man covered in acne, made him bite his lip. His chubby face immediately fell, lamenting the unfairness of fate.
Maybe... he should go home and tell his dad to divorce his mom, and then find him a stepmom too?
...
Ring, ring~
The afternoon dismissal bell rang. On the podium, Li Sinan put down her lesson plans right on time. Like a university lecturer, her main principle was leaving class earlier than the students.
Gu Ran was also punctual. As soon as the bell rang, he dropped his pen. Regardless of whether he had finished the problem he was working on, he absolutely could not delay his time to go home.
Standing straight up, he stretched lazily. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he remembered Ye Zhenzhen, who acted like a strict older sister.
If she saw him without his backpack again, she might think he hadn't listened to a word she said that morning. If she got mad and refused to tutor him, where would he go to cry?
Reluctantly putting on his backpack, he walked over to Ye Jinliang.
The little fatty was already raring to go, also wearing a backpack. The two looked at each other, both seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes.
But soon, Ye Jinliang realized something. He was taking his books home because his tutor demanded it. Why was Gu Ran wearing a backpack?
Ye Zhenzhen's demand?!
Damn it, this guy really deserved to die...
"Go on by yourself. I have to go pick up Ye Zhenzhen."
As Gu Ran's voice rang out, Ye Jinliang froze again, gnashing his teeth as he stared at his back.
He should be dragged out and executed by a thousand cuts!
His syndrome of "fearing his bro might suffer, but fearing even more that his bro might drive a Range Rover" was acting up again...
Ignoring the overwhelmingly jealous little fatty, Gu Ran kept his hands in his pockets and leisurely strolled over to the door of Ye Zhenzhen's classroom.
The classroom door was open, so he just leaned against the doorframe.
It was winter, around four or five o'clock, and the sun was already starting to set.
He just stood there. The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the hallway windows, spilling over him and highlighting his handsome face and upright posture.
However, the girl, who was focused on her class, didn't notice him. Instead, the math teacher on the podium saw him.
Gu Ran also noticed the lecturing teacher, who looked a bit familiar.
After looking for a moment, he remembered that this balding middle-aged man also taught math for their class.
The teacher glanced at him, intending to say something, but ultimately kept his mouth shut.
Towards this second-generation official's son, he maintained the same attitude as the other teachers: never actively discipline him, but never refuse to answer his questions.
Neither offending nor flattering him—this was the attitude the vast majority of teachers held towards him.
For other students who didn't study, according to First High's school ethos, they would have been disciplined to death by now. But not every bad student's father was a deputy bureau chief, nor did every bad student manage to avoid disturbing others.
Thus, Gu Ran became the only student in the entirety of First High whom no one bothered to manage.
The math teacher elegantly held a piece of chalk and drew a perfect circle on the blackboard with a backhand motion, looking as if it had been drawn with a compass. Gu Ran blinked in amazement.
Great skill, deserves a reward!
Genuine question, is this a skill all math teachers possess?
He didn't interrupt. Seeing that class wasn't over yet, he turned around, crossed his arms, and leaned quietly against the wall.
Finally, the sound of the lecture inside stopped. He let out a yawn and turned his head, just in time to see the balding math teacher walking out.
He gave a slight nod and smiled, greeting, "Hello, teacher." This startled the math teacher so much that he froze in place, somewhat at a loss for what to do.
After a moment of reaction, he nodded in astonishment and then hurried away.
Gu Ran turned his head to look into the classroom and noticed that not a single student was packing their bags. It seemed they all planned to stay for evening self-study.
He clicked his tongue, silently marveling. As expected of the advanced class students, this learning atmosphere was just on another level!
He saw Ye Zhenzhen pinching the bridge of her nose, her pale wrist supporting her cheek, her cold, clear eyes fixed on the test paper on her desk.
Gu Ran whistled softly, catching the attention of the girl sitting in the front row.
Seeing him, Ye Zhenzhen was also slightly taken aback. She then stood up elegantly and walked out of the classroom with light steps.
"Why are you here?"
A hint of confusion flashed in her clear eyes as she stared at Gu Ran and asked in bewilderment.
"To pick you up after school, of course."
Gu Ran sounded so self-righteous that the girl was slightly dumbfounded.
After school?
School wasn't even over yet!
But the guy's confident and justified demeanor made her feel a bit dazed for a moment.
Since when did skipping class become something to be proud of?
Although there were no teachers lecturing during evening self-study, for these top students, it was a great opportunity to review and fill in their knowledge gaps.
If they encountered questions they couldn't solve, they could ask a teacher at any time. After all, every night, a teacher from one subject would stay in the advanced class.
"Aren't you going to evening self-study?"
Gu Ran shook his head. "Nope. Why would I go to that?"
"You..."
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
How on earth does he manage to say something like that without feeling a shred of guilt?
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?!
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
