Early morning.
Lin Mo opened his eyes. Currently, his cultivation routine involved taking medicinal pills and refining them while sleeping.
When he arrived at the main hall, He Guoan hadn’t shown up yet.
However, the farmhouse had already prepared breakfast.
It was like a hotel-style buffet, offering fish and meat porridge, steamed buns, fried noodles, fried rice noodles, youtiao (fried dough sticks), and other dishes, along with some side dishes.
The main selling point was quantity—enough to fill anyone up.
Lin Mo scooped a plate of fried noodles and a large bowl of fish and meat porridge.
The morning shift was handled by a different group of people.
After sitting down, Lin Mo sprinkled some pepper into the porridge before taking a sip.
The slight spiciness of the pepper masked the faint fishy taste of the porridge while enhancing its overall flavor.
As he drank, footsteps approached from behind.
It was Jiang Yunlu.
She was already dressed neatly, her long hair tied in a different updo today, giving off a vibe reminiscent of a certain Overwatch mom.
Though Jiang Yunlu’s figure and face were slimmer, she was still undeniably attractive.
Beside her, the ever-present strategist Wang Qin followed, chatting as they picked their breakfast.
Jiang Yunlu noticed Lin Mo first. She set her tray down at his table, and this time, Wang Qin didn’t avoid him either, sitting right beside Jiang Yunlu.
"Good morning," Jiang Yunlu said softly.
"Morning," Lin Mo nodded in response.
"When are we heading back?" Wang Qin asked casually.
"After lunch. We still have school tomorrow, so we’ll leave half a day for rest."
Lin Mo dipped a youtiao into his porridge.
After taking a bite of the crispy dough, he looked up at Jiang Yunlu.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Jiang Yunlu nodded. "Fine. I’m not picky about beds."
For a young mistress, she certainly lacked any spoiled tendencies.
After breakfast, Wang Qin spoke up. "I’ll go pack my things."
With that, she left immediately.
Typical of her.
Jiang Yunlu, however, said, "Take me around the area. Show me where you were fishing yesterday."
"Sure."
Though she didn’t know the way, Jiang Yunlu walked ahead.
Since they were at a farmhouse, she wore long pants.
She strolled along the field ridges by the reservoir, the morning dew still clinging to the grass and brushing against her pants as she passed.
From behind, Jiang Yunlu still had a youthful, unrefined charm.
Lin Mo remembered that in his past life, by their third year of high school, Jiang Yunlu had grown taller and her figure had filled out more. But now, there was a delicate, adolescent beauty about her.
"What are you thinking about? You’re so quiet," the girl turned to look at him.
She wasn’t worried about him staring at her from behind, nor was she afraid of falling into the water.
"I was thinking that in three years, you’ll definitely be even prettier, with a better figure."
The words slipped out before Lin Mo could stop himself.
Jiang Yunlu’s face instantly flushed red. She spun around and glared at him. "Lin Mo! Do you realize that with words like those, I could call you a shameless flirt?"
"I was giving you a blessing. How could you mistake kindness for malice?"
Jiang Yunlu raised her hand and lightly smacked him.
"Who are you calling a dog?"
"Me, alright?"
"Of course! You’re the dog!"
"Keep it up, and I’ll bite you."
......
After lunch, the group gathered to head back.
Deng Yang hadn’t reconciled with Kang Hongbo, but he kept his mouth shut this time.
After all, if he were actually left behind, he’d have to walk all the way to the station.
Once back at school, everyone dispersed.
Chu Miaomiao went home with Xie Yuling for dinner.
As someone who frequently mooched meals, Lin Mo naturally tagged along, though he did bring dishes with him this time.
After New Year’s, finals loomed closer.
With about ten days left, everyone buckled down to study.
Since most of them were naturally bright students, they adapted quickly to the high school rhythm, and their talents soon shone through.
Lin Mo fielded countless questions daily, even from Xue Zigui, who occasionally turned around to ask for help.
Overall, Class Eight had strong camaraderie and morale.
Lin Jiajun sighed while reading the newspaper.
"Where will I go after the arts and sciences split?"
"You’ll become Class Eight’s rival," Lin Mo remarked casually.
"We’d get crushed," Lin Jiajun said, though his tone and expression were relaxed.
Lin Mo remained unfazed as the days passed. After the P.E. teacher finished exams, he suddenly "fell ill."
All music and P.E. classes turned into review sessions.
Even self-study periods were taken over by teachers solving problems.
It wasn’t high-pressure, but it did dampen the usual playful atmosphere.
No troublemakers from other classes showed up either. Everything progressed smoothly, almost mundanely.
But this kind of ordinary routine was... really boring.
So...
"I got a love letter," Xie Yuling announced on their way home.
"Not surprised. You’re smart and pretty. If you don’t get love letters, who would?"
Lin Mo walked beside her, a lollipop in his mouth.
"I threw it straight into the trash."
Lin Mo gave her a thumbs-up. If he received one, he’d do the same.
After all, he had a history.
As the two walked side by side toward the urban village, a figure suddenly blocked their path.
"Xie Yuling, I’ve liked you since middle school. Even if you don’t like me back, please give me a chance to be your friend."
The boy held out a yellow envelope in a half-bow.
Lin Mo couldn’t help but glance at Xie Yuling.
His eyes asked, "This one?"
Xie Yuling studied the letter and nodded silently.
Lin Mo thought for a moment, then sighed.
"Hey, buddy, come with me for a sec."
The boy clearly recognized Lin Mo and snapped, "Lin Mo, you playboy! Don’t think just because you can fight that I’m scared of you!"
Well, if you’re going to be like that...
Lin Mo took two steps back, returning to Xie Yuling’s side, and draped an arm over her shoulder.
"Go on, sweetheart. Someone’s confessing to you. He even wants to be your friend."
Xie Yuling didn’t shake him off. Instead, she said coolly, "Do you not have any friends? Is that why you’re forcing this? That’s just an excuse to get close to me. I already threw that letter away. You dug it out of the trash and handed it back to me—doesn’t that disgust you?!"
Ruthless.
Lin Mo hadn’t expected Xie Yuling’s words to be this brutal.

ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"

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.”

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.