Chapter 73
At midnight, after eating dumplings, Ye Shulian called the two siblings over.
"Zhenzhen, this is yours."
Seeing the red envelope her mother handed over, Ye Zhenzhen hurried forward to take it, hugging her arm and saying a bunch of auspicious New Year wishes.
Having spent so much time with Gu Ran, the usually aloof girl had unknowingly become quite eloquent. Unlike before, when she could only stammer, she could now speak with the charm of a blooming lotus!
Ye Shulian smiled and patted her hand, then took out another red envelope and handed it to Gu Ran.
"Here, Little Ran, this is yours."
"Ah, thank you, Auntie Ye. Wishing Auntie Ye good fortune!"
Gu Ran stepped forward to take it, immediately acting like a goofball and making the mother and daughter burst into laughter.
But soon, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't laugh anymore.
"Mom, why is his so much thicker than mine!"
Pointing at Gu Ran's red envelope, the young girl's face was full of resentment.
Hearing this, Ye Shulian slapped her hand away and gave her an exasperated look, saying, "Gu Ran is the younger brother. As the older sister, why are you making such a fuss!"
Ye Zhenzhen: "???"
Seeing Gu Ran's smug expression, she rolled her beautiful eyes at him, then turned her head away, not wanting to look at this show-off anymore.
Speechless. Favoring the younger and neglecting the older—was this the beginning of family discord?
"Exactly, don't you know that respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a traditional Chinese virtue!"
Gu Ran nodded along, chiming in to support the mother.
Hearing this, the girl shot him a sideways glance and said, "Have you ever respected the elderly?!"
Hearing this, Gu Ran immediately acted outraged. With a look of righteous indignation, he anxiously retorted, "How do I not respect the elderly? Don't speak nonsense, or I'll sue you for slander!"
"Then how come I've never seen you respect me?"
The girl shot back faintly, to which the boy immediately asked, "Are you elderly?"
"I..."
Ye Zhenzhen choked on her words, her delicate fists instantly clenching.
Glaring at him, the girl prepared to use his own words to win back the argument.
"Then are you young?!"
Gu Ran pursed his lips and obediently nodded, replying, "Mhm, I'm young!"
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Her fists clenched once more, and the veins on her forehead couldn't help but bulge.
Serious question: where is the nearest dog slaughterhouse? Because there's a dog right here!
...
After handing out the New Year's money, Ye Shulian told them to go back to sleep.
Ye Zhenzhen took the lead, shooting up and leaving this heartbreaking place directly.
Gu Ran smilingly said goodnight to Ye Shulian, then followed the girl's footsteps out of the room.
"Goodnight."
Seeing Ye Zhenzhen push open her door, Gu Ran didn't try to follow her in. Instead, he smiled and wished her a good night.
"Idiot!"
Seeing Gu Ran about to leave, the girl quickly called out to stop him, then shot him an embarrassed and annoyed glare.
Gu Ran: "???"
Did she stop him just to reward him with an eye roll?
Well, thank you very much!
"You... come here."
Ye Zhenzhen bit her lip, poked her head out to glance at the living room, and then waved him over.
Gu Ran inexplicably felt a sense of deja vu, like a shady hair salon girl inviting him in to play. His hairs instantly stood on end.
What was this woman trying to do?
Lure the dog in to slaughter it?!
"I'm not going over there."
Gu Ran shook his head, his refusal extremely resolute.
"You... come here!"
The girl glared at him again, her teeth itching with anger.
This guy just had to go against her, didn't he?!
Did he get itchy all over if he didn't make her mad for a day?
"I won't..."
"Come here!"
"Won't..."
Clenching her fists, Ye Zhenzhen took two deep breaths to calm her mood, then negotiated in a gentle tone, "Come in, I won't hit you, and I'll even give you a red envelope."
But Gu Ran still shook his head, indicating that he absolutely would not step one foot through her door.
"Gu 'Dog' Ran!"
"What's wrong, Sister? Did I make you angry again?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
The moment she heard this tone, the expression on the girl's face froze, and she stiffly turned her head.
Sure enough, Ye Shulian was standing nearby with an unkind expression, squinting at her.
"Mom, do you... think I'm bullying him?"
Ye Zhenzhen gave a dry laugh, pouting her small mouth and asking with grievance.
"What else? Why are you yelling at your brother so loudly? I heard it all the way from my room!"
"I..."
Ye Zhenzhen was like a mute eating bitter herbs—unable to express her suffering. She could only turn her head and glare resentfully at the boy in front of her.
"Ah, Sister, please don't be fierce with me, I'm scared..."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Fine, fine, fine, so this is how we're playing!
After receiving another scolding from her mother, the girl returned to her room with a dark face.
Looking at the prepared red envelope in her hand, a certain person's face immediately popped into her mind, making her grind her teeth in anger.
Angrily throwing the red envelope aside, she jumped onto her large bed and unleashed a flurry of punches on an innocent panda doll, venting the anger in her heart.
Whoosh!
The balcony door was pushed open, and Gu Ran poked his head in.
Seeing the girl kneeling on the bed, viciously slamming the doll's head against her own fists, he immediately shrank his neck and let out an awkward laugh.
"Sorry, I think I walked into the wrong room."
As soon as the words fell, he acted as if he had gone blind, groping around and turning to leave.
"Stop right there!"
A sharp rebuke rang out, and Gu Ran's footsteps instantly halted.
By the time he recovered his wits, a waft of osmanthus fragrance had already approached from behind.
"Ye Zhenzhen, are you trying to murder your own hus..."
Afraid he would run away again, the girl directly jumped onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck in a chokehold.
Hearing his words, Ye Zhenzhen raised an eyebrow, full of threat.
"Murder your own what?!"
"Cough cough, own... own younger brother."
Realizing his slip of the tongue and that he had almost blurted out his inner thoughts, Gu Ran hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.
But Ye Zhenzhen clearly didn't intend to let him off so easily. Choking his neck, she extended a small foot and kicked his rear, driving him toward the bed as if riding a horse.
Rolling off the bed like a triumphant general returning from war, the girl reached out her small foot and kicked his butt again.
"Hmph, idiot! Come over here and give your sister your New Year's greetings"
Digging out the red envelope she had prepared earlier, she reached out and waved it in front of Gu Ran.
"Happy New Year, Sister!"
Gu Ran, realizing he was at a disadvantage, immediately and obediently offered his New Year's greetings. His proper attitude left the girl, who wanted to pick a fight, with no excuse.
Rolling her beautiful eyes, she handed over the bulging red envelope and proudly raised her chin.
"Don't make your sister angry in the future, got it?"
"Got it, got it..."
This thickness was twice as much as what Gu Xiangcheng and Ye Shulian had given. Who would have thought that this usually quiet girl was actually a rich girl!
Seeing Gu Ran's absent-minded look, Ye Zhenzhen frowned slightly. Standing on the bed, she looked down at him and kicked his leg.
"Got it?!"
"Got it, got it..."
The girl's eyes gradually narrowed, and her voice turned a few degrees colder.
"What exactly did you get?"
"Got it, got... uh, I got that I will absolutely never make my sister angry again in the future!"
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
