Some people are born unable to eat durian.
Some people are born unable to eat shiitake mushrooms.
And some people are born unable to eat fish mint.
So, not being able to drink this Sarsaparilla isn't anything to be embarrassed about.
Taking another sip of the Sarsaparilla, Jiang Yunlu nearly sent herself to the afterlife. She coughed until tears almost came out, her pretty face flushing bright red.
She was almost about to perform a human fountain.
"Here, I can't do it." She pushed the bottle of Sarsaparilla, which she had only taken one sip from, to Lin Mo's hand, as if throwing away a hot potato.
Lin Mo didn't mind at all. He took it and, without even changing the straw, lowered his head and took a large gulp, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Watching his rolling Adam's apple and the straw he had just used, Jiang Yunlu's cheeks heated up uncontrollably. She quickly turned her head, picked up the jasmine green tea Fang Jun had handed her, and pretended to watch the dragon boats chasing each other on the river.
As for Chu Miaomiao, her acceptance of the Sarsaparilla flavor was quite good. She slurped it while watching the dragon boat race.
"Miaomiao, you can actually drink this?" Jiang Yunlu tried to use conversation to hide her awkwardness.
Chu Miaomiao was happily slurping away. Hearing this, she replied vaguely, "It's alright. It tastes a bit like medicated oil. Once you get used to it, it's actually quite... interesting."
On the other side of the rooftop, Zhao Dezhu and his group were cursing in their hearts as they cleaned up the trash. They had clearly lost all interest in the race.
The looks Hippo and the others shot toward Lin Mo's side were filled with undisguised jealousy and venom.
"Let's go, let's go. What bad luck!"
Hippo, who was the last to leave, slammed the iron door of the rooftop shut behind him with a loud clang.
He stared at the latch on the door, his eyes dark. He slowly raised his hand, actually intending to lock the door from the outside.
A hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Are you crazy? Do you want to sleep on the streets? That's the landlord."
Another person lowered his voice, his tone full of fear.
Hippo sneered, "What's there to be afraid of? I'll set a fire and burn this crappy place down."
That person was so scared he almost jumped. He quickly covered Hippo's mouth, his voice changing pitch:
"Fuck, do you have a death wish?! Arson! Do you know how many years in prison that is? In broad daylight, do you think they're idiots? The moment the fire is lit, we'll be caught and thrown in jail!"
Those nervous words finally cooled down the crazy thoughts in Hippo's head a bit.
He spat resentfully, "I was just saying. What are you so nervous about?"
After saying that, he turned and went down the stairs without looking back.
By the rooftop railing, Lin Mo took all of this in with his divine sense, a faint, almost imperceptible cold sneer playing on his lips.
This Hippo, it seemed he had always been this unhinged.
It was just that in his past life, he hadn't known any of this.
It wasn't until An Yuexin's leg was broken that Lin Mo cut ties with them.
His divine sense observed every move of these guys. If Hippo had really started a fire just now, Lin Mo guaranteed that they would be the first lucky ones to enter his Human Emperor Banner.
At this moment, An Yuexin spoke up, "Those guys just now looked like they wanted to start something."
Lin Mo shook his head. "They wouldn't dare. If they made a move, they'd definitely end up in the police station, and then they'd be kicked out by Fang Jun's family."
These four were all adults, not purely reckless youths. They knew how to weigh the consequences.
Only then did Jiang Yunlu speak.
"The way those guys looked at us just now was really bad, like they were looking at prey."
Chu Miaomiao nodded in deep agreement, after all, she was the one who received the most stares.
Just now, several of those aggressive, lustful gazes had clung to her without any disguise, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
Lin Mo looked at her somewhat uneasy appearance, reached out, and gently patted her head.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Four simple words, yet they carried a reassuring power.
But no one saw the icy coldness in Lin Mo's lowered eyes.
Fang Jun waved his hand. "It's fine. Once their lease is up, we'll just raise the rent and drive them away."
As expected of the landlord, he spoke with such confidence.
The dragon boat race actually ended very quickly. This year, the first place went to the Chen family's dragon boat.
It was just a tiny bit faster than the Su family's dragon boat.
And Xie Yuling's family's dragon boat came in third.
It was already a very good ranking.
As for Fang Jun's family surname, although they didn't come in last, they were near the bottom.
However, looking at Fang Jun, he was already very happy.
After all, they were at the very bottom last year, and Fang Jun's dad and the others almost had to kneel in the ancestral hall.
At this point, Jiang Yunlu couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't we see Mai Chuwen today?"
An Yuexin shrugged. "Her family is also a major surname in Chepo, and they have a dragon boat banquet to attend. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to go over there."
Jiang Yunlu could only nod. To be honest, she didn't know much about this cultural heritage; her knowledge was mostly from exam-oriented education and physical training.
"Once we get to college, will you want to go visit her family?"
Fang Jun teased.
"I'll try my best. After all, I feel like Xiaomai doesn't like me as much as I imagined." He hung his head, looking somewhat dejected.
An Yuexin's sudden emo mood made everyone exchange glances.
Jiang Yunlu recalled the daily interactions between An Yuexin and Mai Chuwen, and there didn't seem to be any problems.
The two of them often ate together, and during PE class, they would take walks on the sports field. They looked like a great couple to ship.
Xie Yuling and Chu Miaomiao had even fewer objections.
Lin Mo, however, thought about why An Yuexin and Mai Chuwen ended up breaking up later.
Right, An Yuexin had a somewhat hot temper, while Mai Chuwen was the kind of person who was quiet but a bit lively.
It seemed that it was because An Yuexin acted on impulse once and beat up one of Mai Chuwen's middle school classmates.
Mai Chuwen really disliked An Yuexin's impulsive and violent personality.
However, An Yuexin never changed, and in the end, the two went their separate ways.
Later on, when An Yuexin's leg was broken, Mai Chuwen came to visit but only left one sentence.
"I told you to change, but you wouldn't listen."
In the end, An Yuexin became much more mature and steady, but he had lost the young girl named Mai Chuwen.
Lin Mo tapped the tiles on the edge of the rooftop.
"Has she told you more than once not to be so impulsive?"
An Yuexin was stunned for a moment.
"Master Mo, how did you know? Are you spying on me?!"
"Last time in class, before Zhang Yuzhong even spoke, you almost beat up Su Jiazhen. Tell me, are you impulsive or not?"
An Yuexin pursed his lips and didn't speak, which was a tacit admission.
At this moment, Xie Yuling suddenly spoke up.
"Girls really don't like guys who are too impulsive, or rather, it deducts points."
Jiang Yunlu also nodded. "Right. Actually, girls don't mind too much if guys get into fights, but it can't be the kind where they just strike out of a moment of impulse."
The other two girls nodded vigorously.
Fang Jun and An Yuexin's gazes swept over them, finally landing on Lin Mo.
Indeed, they wouldn't mind. If it was fighting for a girl, it would even add points.

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!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”