Hospital.
Mother Xu was anxiously waiting for the results.
Xu Sheng had called her earlier that day, and at first, she hadn’t believed it—after all, it was just something said by a classmate he had only recently met.
Still, she called her husband to ask for his opinion.
As a company executive, her husband thought it would be safer to get checked, especially since their son had indeed been walking with an awkward gait.
So Mother Xu immediately went to the school to pick up Xu Sheng and take him to the hospital.
The doctor asked some basic questions before sending Xu Sheng off for tests.
Since it involved a potential brain condition, he might need a CT scan, an MRI, or even a DSA examination.
Many people don’t understand why hospitals order so many tests.
The reason is simple: the more thorough the examination, the clearer the diagnosis, and the more precise the treatment.
The afternoon passed, and Mother Xu sat restlessly in the waiting area.
Xu Sheng, on the other hand, was the one comforting his mother.
"Mom, it’s fine. The doctor said that even if there is something wrong, it’s still in the early stages, so treatment will be straightforward."
Mother Xu gripped his hand tightly, her face full of worry. "Son, you can’t afford to be sick. You’re our only child. Your father and I still want to see you get married and start a family."
"It’ll be okay, really." Xu Sheng wasn’t entirely confident either, but as the man of the family, he had to stay strong—even if he was the one who was ill.
That was just his nature. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have pushed through high school despite his worsening condition.
Soon, the reports came back.
After reviewing the results, the doctor turned to Mother Xu and Xu Sheng.
Xu Sheng tensed up immediately.
"There’s good news and bad news. Let me start with the bad news first."
Mother Xu took a deep breath and straightened in her chair, even more nervous than her son.
The doctor glanced at Xu Sheng, signaling for him to relax—after all, he was the patient.
"Ma’am, your son does have a cerebrovascular blockage, but the condition isn’t severe yet. In fact, it’s just starting to show. If left untreated, it could eventually lead to cerebellar atrophy."
Mother Xu nearly fainted, but the doctor quickly steadied her.
"However, you don’t need to worry. Our hospital can treat this condition."
Mother Xu’s despair instantly turned to relief—a stroke of luck in an otherwise unfortunate situation.
She immediately turned to Xu Sheng.
"Son, you must thank your classmate properly! If it weren’t for him, you might not have made it."
The doctor: "Wait, hold on—I’m the one treating your son. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?"
......
After the afternoon military training session ended, as usual, first-year students were exempt from evening self-study.
The instructors were preparing to leave, but Instructor Qian sought out the homeroom teacher, Chen Xiaoya.
"Ms. Chen, I wanted to ask—is there a student in your class with a... brain condition?"
Chen Xiaoya looked up at him.
"Yes, Instructor Qian. I was actually going to tell you tomorrow. There’s a student named Xu Sheng—his parents sent me a medical report about a cerebrovascular issue. He’ll be taking leave for treatment, so he won’t be able to continue the military training."
Instructor Qian froze for a moment before nodding and walking away.
Late at night.
Instructor Qian suddenly sat up in bed and slapped himself hard across the face.
"Damn it, I’m such a piece of trash."
......
The next morning, right after assembly, Instructor Qian walked up to Lin Mo.
Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, he removed his cap and bowed deeply.
"Student, I misunderstood you yesterday. I’m sorry. Please accept my apology."
No one had expected such a dramatic scene right at the start of the day.
When had anyone ever heard of an instructor apologizing to a student?
In the previous timeline, after Xu Sheng repeatedly fell behind during drills, Instructor Qian had sidelined him to practice standing at attention alone, never letting him march with the group.
But in this timeline, Xu Sheng had gone to the hospital, and Instructor Qian now knew the truth.
That was why he was apologizing to Lin Mo.
Though the others didn’t know the exact reason for the apology, they could guess it had something to do with Xu Sheng’s absence.
Lin Mo, however, just shrugged. "I accept your apology, Instructor. And I’d like to request a break from this morning’s training."
Instructor Qian was taken aback.
The other students gasped—was this even allowed?
But then again, it made sense.
After all, Lin Mo had run twenty laps the day before.
Instructor Qian hesitated. If he let Lin Mo sit out, it might draw unwanted attention.
"Student, how about this—every time we take a break today, you get ten extra minutes. How does that sound?"
Lin Mo bargained further. "Instructor, don’t be stingy. How about every break for the rest of training, I get ten extra minutes?"
His haggling tone made Instructor Qian’s temper flare.
But since he was the one in the wrong, he thought for a moment and said,
"Alright, since training hasn’t started yet, how about this: you and I race. I’ll run five laps, you run four. If I don’t beat you, you get ten extra minutes for every break from now on. Deal?"
Lin Mo just smiled. "How about this instead, Instructor—we arm wrestle. If I win, not only do I get ten extra minutes per break, but I also sit out this entire morning."
The students of Class 1-8 immediately remembered how Lin Mo had lifted Su Mingzhao with one hand on the first day of school.
He was clearly setting a trap for the instructor.
Excited glances were exchanged among the students.
Frankly, they were more interested in seeing the instructor lose.
Someone shouted, "Instructor, take him on! It’s just arm wrestling!"
"Yeah, Instructor! Don’t back down now!"
The commotion from Class 1-8 quickly drew the attention of nearby classes.
Even the head instructor came over.
"What’s going on here?!"
Hearing the question, Instructor Qian snapped to attention.
"Reporting, sir! Nothing’s wrong. Training is about to begin."
The head instructor glanced at him before randomly pointing at a student.
"You. Tell me what happened."
The one he picked was Su Mingzhao.
Su Mingzhao’s eyes gleamed as he spun the story.
"Reporting, Head Instructor! Lin Mo from our class challenged Instructor Qian to an arm-wrestling match. He said if he wins, he gets ten extra minutes of break time for the rest of training, plus exemption from today’s drills."
His clever wording completely omitted the apology, making Lin Mo sound like an arrogant troublemaker.
Sure enough, the head instructor frowned. "Who’s Lin Mo?"
Lin Mo raised his hand.
"Reporting, Head Instructor. I’m Lin Mo."
The head instructor sized him up and barked, "Step forward!"
Lin Mo walked out of formation and stood before him.
After a quick assessment, the head instructor noted that Lin Mo was indeed well-built—far more so than the average student.
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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
