The Harem King still returned with the piping hot sweet potatoes.
After putting one aside, Lin Mo placed the sweet potato on Jiang Yunlu's desk.
Jiang Yunlu noticed the other sweet potato in Lin Mo's hand but said nothing.
She wanted to know whether this one was for him to eat or for someone else—for Chu Miaomiao or Xie Yuling.
Lin Mo then walked straight to Chu Miaomiao's seat.
Chu Miaomiao was engrossed in a novel when she sensed someone approaching. She immediately looked up warily, only to realize it was Lin Mo.
Upon seeing him, her small face beneath her glasses bloomed like a flower, though she quickly suppressed it and asked cautiously, "What's up?"
"I bought you a sweet potato."
Hearing this, Chu Miaomiao's eyes lit up faintly before she cautiously glanced toward Jiang Yunlu.
"She has one too, right?"
"Yeah, everyone does," Lin Mo nodded. Though he didn’t know what agreement these three girls had reached, it was clear they weren’t at war.
Chu Miaomiao happily took the sweet potato from Lin Mo and whispered, "Thank you."
"You know how to eat it, right? Peel the skin first," Lin Mo teased.
Her face flushed as she muttered, "Of course I know. I’m not completely clueless."
"I won’t say who tried to bite into a mangosteen directly."
Chu Miaomiao was soft-hearted, the type who could be easily teased. Faced with this, she could only blush and lower her head in silence.
At the doorway, Geng Xiao and Gao Yuanqiang returned, each heading to their seats.
The moment she entered, Geng Xiao saw Jiang Yunlu nibbling delicately on her sweet potato. Then, back at her seat, she spotted the roasted sweet potato on Chu Miaomiao’s desk—and Lin Mo standing beside her.
Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she sat down with a smile.
"Miaomiao, that sweet potato looks really good. Can I have a bite?"
Chu Miaomiao was gentle and rarely refused anyone. In the past, Geng Xiao had managed to mooch plenty of snacks off her.
So she was certain Chu Miaomiao wouldn’t refuse—that she’d hand over the sweet potato Lin Mo had bought.
Truthfully, she wasn’t even that hungry, but since Lin Mo had bought it, she wanted a taste no matter what.
Yet Chu Miaomiao shook her head and hugged the still-warm sweet potato protectively.
"No, Lin Mo bought this for me."
She planned to savor every bite—this was her sweet potato.
Geng Xiao’s smile froze, though she quickly recovered with a light chuckle. "Never mind, I wasn’t that hungry anyway. Sweet potatoes aren’t even that great these days."
Lin Mo finally spoke up.
"Sour grapes."
"Lin Mo! You—"
Geng Xiao wanted to slam the table and stand up, but it was pointless—Lin Mo had too much influence in the class.
Ignoring her, Chu Miaomiao opened the bag and took a bite.
These sweet potatoes were the honeyed variety Lin Mo had handpicked.
After all, vendors sometimes mixed regular sweet potatoes with the honeyed ones to cut costs.
But Lin Mo had chosen only the best—soft, sweet, and delicious.
Chu Miaomiao’s eyes crinkled happily as she chewed and looked at Lin Mo.
"It’s so good—sweet and soft."
"Glad you like it. Rest after you finish."
With that, Lin Mo returned to his seat, only to see the young lady Jiang Yunlu eating her sweet potato like a hamster, her cheeks puffed out. On anyone else, such a messy eating style might look unrefined.
But on Jiang Yunlu, it was oddly endearing.
"Is it that good?"
"Yeah! So sweet and fragrant."
After finishing half, she suddenly covered her mouth, letting out a tiny burp.
Embarrassed, she hunched her shoulders and naturally handed the remaining half to Lin Mo.
"I’m full. Don’t waste it."
Then she flopped onto the desk, turning her head away.
Looking at the leftover half, Lin Mo couldn’t help but laugh.
"Alright, no wasting food. I’ll give it to Director Wang."
Director Wang was the school’s resident mutt, a native Chinese dog that had been around for years. Its daily routine involved patrolling the campus, earning it the honorary title among students.
Hearing this, Jiang Yunlu immediately sat up and whipped her head toward Lin Mo.
But he had already unwrapped the sweet potato and was taking bites of the remaining half.
Watching him eat it, she covered her eyes in embarrassment.
Deep down, she had wanted him to have it—but seeing it happen made her shy all over again.
She buried her face back into the desk.
Lin Mo polished it off quickly, then pretended to nap—though in truth, he was cultivating.
Blushing, Jiang Yunlu peeked around to make sure no one was watching before copying him and lying down.
Little did she know, while Director Wang might not see, the "Chief Strategist" (Geng Xiao) had witnessed everything.
......
After school, since finals meant no evening self-study, everyone left as usual.
With the cold weather, many girls crowded around the sweet potato vendor outside.
Xie Yuling stood on tiptoe, glanced at the stall, then turned toward home.
"What? Craving some?"
"Not really. With roasted sweet potatoes, it’s luck-based. Get a bland one, and it’s no fun."
The next second, a steaming sweet potato appeared before her.
Xie Yuling’s eyes widened.
"When did you buy this?!" She cupped the warm sweet potato in her hands, looking up at Lin Mo in disbelief.
"At noon."
"Noon?!" She could still feel the heat radiating from it.
"I have my ways of keeping it warm."
Lin Mo didn’t hide it—he’d already shown some of his abilities around Xie Yuling, so there was no need for secrecy.
"That’s amazing. Even better than a thermos."
"Better eat it before we get home."
"I will! I just hope it’s sweet."
Peeling back the skin, the texture and warmth felt like it had just come off the grill.
A bite revealed honeyed juices oozing inside.
"It’s delicious. I’ll eat half and save the rest for my mom."
She glanced at Lin Mo. "Have you eaten yet?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
Half counted as "eaten"—no need to mention Jiang Yunlu’s leftovers.
Xie Yuling walked on tiptoe along the road.
"Good thing you saved one for me. Otherwise, I’d definitely be mad at you."
Definitely.
Lin Mo immediately knew Chu Miaomiao must have told her.
That’s why Xie Yuling had glanced at the sweet potato stall on her way out.
Everything had its clues.
Lin Mo didn’t respond, just ruffled her hair.
He understood—this world feared inequality more than scarcity.
The girl skipped the rest of the way home.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
