Chapter 32
Angered to the point of laughing by his entitled look, she grabbed Gu Ran's ear and gently dragged him toward the classroom.
"Go, go, go, hurry up and go to study hall, or I won't tutor you."
"No, I won't learn anything anyway. Let's just go home now and you can tutor me there."
Gu Ran clearly didn't want to go back to the classroom and started negotiating with the girl.
"Go on. I still need to ask the teacher some questions. If I go home with you, are you going to teach me?"
Seeing right through his little scheme, Ye Zhenzhen scolded him in annoyance.
Then, seeing Gu Ran's expectant gaze, she paused and added, "Just one period. Out of the three evening study sessions, we'll just stay for one, and then we'll go home."
"Alright then..."
Gu Ran nodded reluctantly, accepting her compromise.
Seeing that he still looked unwilling, Ye Zhenzhen laughed and swatted him, rolling her beautiful eyes at him.
"Look at you!"
With that, she swung her high ponytail and walked back to the classroom.
As soon as she sat down, Pei Susu grabbed her. Glancing at Gu Ran in the hallway with her almond eyes, she asked gossipy, "Is your Gu Ran always this clingy? Did he come to get you for dinner?"
"Focus on your studies!"
Ye Zhenzhen didn't answer and gave her a roll of the eyes too.
She really didn't know what to do with these two attention-seekers around her.
The surrounding classmates were resting or eating, taking advantage of the limited break time to adjust their state, recover their energy, and prepare to fight on.
High school students have it hard, but high school seniors have it even harder. For students in this accelerated class, the academic pressure was exceptionally intense.
Just when you wanted to take a break, you would always see your peers studying furiously, forcing you to join the rat race.
Yet, among this group of miserable seniors, there was one maverick.
Gu Ran walked back into his classroom with his hands in his pockets, looking completely unbothered.
The backpack he wore was flat, the books he took out were blank, and the pressure that weighed on the other students was nowhere to be seen on him.
The moment he appeared at the classroom door, it caused a stir. Everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost, not understanding why this untouchable figure had returned.
However, other than Ye Jinliang, who was familiar with him, no one in the class would initiate a conversation with him. This was mainly because his domineering attitude during his freshman year had left a deep impression on everyone.
For such an intimidating second-generation official, not only did the teachers ignore him, but the classmates also didn't dare provoke him. Even the street thugs outside the school had to avoid him.
Although Gu Xiangcheng didn't explicitly look after him, everyone in the nearby police stations knew he was the deputy chief's son.
After being taught a lesson a few times, the local thugs would usually offer him a cigarette and greet him with a smile, calling him Brother Ran.
Now, Gu Ran couldn't be bothered to socialize with those brats. If it were an intellectual, mature woman like Li Sinan, he might consider it.
Carrying his empty backpack back to his seat, he continued working on the unfinished science comprehensive exercises.
Time quietly slipped away. As soon as the bell for the end of the first period rang, he immediately grabbed his backpack, hurried out, and headed straight for Ye Zhenzhen's classroom.
Seeing Gu Ran already at the classroom door before the bell had even finished ringing, Ye Zhenzhen helplessly massaged her temples and let out a deep sigh.
The look in her eyes right now was exactly like an old mother looking at her disobedient son.
She silently packed her bag and, under Pei Susu's teasing gaze, walked out of the classroom with a slightly flushed face.
Seeing Gu Ran's flat backpack, she frowned and patted it, only for it to cave right in.
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
Disbelievingly, she reached out and lifted it, finding it completely weightless.
"Open your backpack. Let me see what's inside."
"What's there to see? There's nothing inside."
Gu Ran muttered, giving her a baffled look. He seemed entirely justified, not feeling at all that having no books in his backpack was abnormal.
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
Good heavens, are you really that honest?
I told you to carry a backpack, so you literally just carried a backpack and brought absolutely nothing else, right?!
"You..."
Defeated by his frankness, Ye Zhenzhen didn't know what to say. She rolled her beautiful eyes and glared at him.
Is this the legendary sincerity is the ultimate weapon?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She took off her own backpack and tossed it at Gu Ran.
"Why give this to me?"
"Are you going to carry it or not?"
"I'll carry it..."
Gu Ran shrank his neck back, deciding not to stoop to the level of this petty girl.
At the same time, he silently warned himself to tolerate her for two hundred days. After two hundred days, he would definitely show her who was boss!
The two walked together side by side, heading home along the street under the streetlights.
Suddenly, Gu Ran stopped, patted Ye Zhenzhen's arm, and held out his hand with a calm expression. "Give me twenty bucks."
"For what?"
"There was an old man shivering in the cold by the road just now, and he was calling out really loudly. I'm going to go give him twenty bucks."
"Then why are you asking me for it?"
Ye Zhenzhen frowned, feeling like this guy was just bullying her.
Using her money to do charity, so he gets all the good deeds and reputation?
"I don't have any."
Gu Ran still looked completely untroubled, his confident demeanor seeming to say that he was simply taking this money today!
Rolling her cool eyes at him, Ye Zhenzhen helplessly took out her small wallet and pulled out a twenty-yuan bill. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is twenty enough?"
"It's enough, it's enough. Haven't you heard that a drop of help makes a friend, but a bucket makes an enemy?"
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen nodded gently. She was just about to hand the money over but quickly pulled it back. The corners of her mouth curled up, and she said in a brisk tone, "Call me Mom!"
Gu Ran: "???"
What kind of fetish is this!
"Why?" Gu Ran frowned, looking at her as if she were a pervert.
But the girl maintained a calm expression, blinking at him. "Because... because an older sister is like a mother!"
Gu Ran: "..."
Seeing his speechless expression, Ye Zhenzhen chuckled softly, her curved eyes filled with amusement.
"Alright, alright, here you go. But where is there an old man? How come I didn't notice?"
She thought back carefully and realized she hadn't noticed any old man begging by the side of the road.
But Gu Ran looked utterly certain. "There is. Right at the intersection just now, he was calling out really loudly."
Snatching the twenty-yuan bill from the girl's hand, a faint smile appeared on Gu Ran's face.
Seeing this smile, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt something was wrong. Frowning slightly, she asked, "What was he calling out?"
"He was calling... Fruit Tanghulu, ten bucks for a big skewer, come and get it!"
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
This is a scam, isn't it? Can she call the police?

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.”

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!