The Eight Dragons Icehouse.
A small tea restaurant tucked away in a hidden corner.
Two people sat facing each other.
Jiang Yunlu was visibly excited as she scanned the extensive menu.
"I want the ice cream French toast, octopus sausages, salt and pepper chicken, pineapple bun, curry fish balls! Fried fries and fried tofu."
She pointed at the menu while listing her choices to the waiter.
Then she glanced at Lin Mo.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Pork chop instant noodles, Swiss chicken wings, four egg tarts, and a pork chop bun."
Lin Mo ordered without even looking at the menu.
The waiter looked at Jiang Yunlu, then at Lin Mo, wondering if this young couple could afford so much.
"Hey, buddy, two people can't possibly finish all this."
Jiang Yunlu immediately pointed at Lin Mo. "Don't worry, he’s a bottomless pit. He can finish it all."
Seeing their insistence, the waiter stopped persuading them and headed to the kitchen to place the order.
The first dish to arrive was the curry fish balls, as they were pre-made and kept warm in a large pot in the kitchen.
Golden curry sauce soaked each fish ball.
These fish balls were likely among the earliest versions of frozen pre-made dishes.
Jiang Yunlu speared one with a fork and popped it into her mouth.
The rich curry flavor gradually spread as she chewed.
"So good! Way better than any curry I’ve had before."
If she had to guess, this was probably authentic curry.
But authentic curry wasn’t for everyone—locals usually preferred a milder, sweeter version, like Japanese-style curry.
Thai curry was nice too.
But the real deal, Indian curry, tended to be heavy on spices and packed a punch of heat.
So Jiang Yunlu might not actually enjoy it that much.
The curry fish balls, adjusted to local tastes, were probably more her speed.
Soon, the rest of the dishes arrived one after another, including Lin Mo’s order.
Jiang Yunlu took small bites of everything, just sampling the flavors, leaving Lin Mo to polish off the rest.
If she particularly liked something, she’d have a couple more bites.
After all, she had an average appetite, unlike Lin Mo, who could eat like a horse.
"Ah, I love the chicken wings and egg tarts, but I’m already full! Lin Mo, you handle these!"
Lin Mo nodded and dug in.
The waiter stood behind the counter, his eyes fixed on Lin Mo’s table. Even though the restaurant was busy, he couldn’t look away.
Jiang Yunlu was undeniably pretty, but the guy devouring food like a machine fascinated him more.
No particular reason—it was just impressive how much he could eat, and it made the waiter hungry too.
Still, Lin Mo ate with surprising elegance.
He didn’t tackle one dish at a time—instead, he alternated between his noodles, curry fish balls, and chicken wings, like a well-paced meal.
Before long, the table was cleared.
As Lin Mo ate, Jiang Yunlu’s face grew redder and redder.
Because he’d just eaten a piece of bread she’d taken a bite out of.
‘Is... is this an indirect kiss?’ She didn’t dare ask, too shy to voice the thought.
Wang Qin always told her to be more proactive, but she could only muster a tiny bit of courage. Anything beyond that was too much.
Her aunt had warned her repeatedly—no getting pregnant in high school.
She wouldn’t dare.
"Are you hot? Your face is all red." Lin Mo wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"M-maybe?" The girl sipped her iced milk tea in small, delicate gulps, hoping to cool down.
When the bill came, Lin Mo went to pay.
Jiang Yunlu pulled out a card and handed it over.
Thankfully, not a black card.
"Use mine."
But Lin Mo pressed her hand down and shook his head.
"Do you want your family to know you snuck out to eat?"
Jiang Yunlu gasped in realization.
"Oh! Right! What do we do?"
"Nothing. It’s fine."
Lin Mo paid in cash.
"Let’s go. We should head back before your driver comes looking for you."
As if on cue, Jiang Yunlu’s phone rang.
She pulled out her iPhone 4 and checked the caller ID. "It’s Uncle Zhao."
She answered.
"Hello? Uncle Zhao, I’m upstairs. Okay, I’ll just use the restroom and come down."
While speaking, she glanced sideways at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo nodded, then took her wrist and led her back toward the bookstore across the street.
They’d come through the underground tunnel, so they returned the same way.
A handsome young man holding the wrist of a girl on the phone—it was a scene straight out of a drama, drawing lingering looks from passersby.
What they didn’t know was that a stylish woman in sunglasses was watching them from a distance.
"Tsk tsk, that boy’s definitely a player. Grabbing her wrist while she’s on the phone so she can’t react."
The crowd was too thick for Lin Mo’s spiritual sense to extend beyond ten meters, so he didn’t notice her.
They crossed the tunnel and circled to the back entrance.
"I’ll go now?" Jiang Yunlu peered at Lin Mo cautiously.
"Hm? Be safe. Let me know when you’re home." Lin Mo nodded.
Seeing how unfazed he was, Jiang Yunlu pouted slightly.
She spread her arms and suddenly hugged him lightly.
"I had so much fun today! See you tomorrow!"
Before he could react, she let go and turned toward the exit.
Lin Mo chuckled. This girl was bold.
In his past life, Jiang Yunlu had been gentle and unpretentious, but she’d always kept her distance from boys—him included.
This time, though, she was much more forward.
Guess making a girl take the initiative just meant being exceptional enough.
Lin Mo scoffed twice—once at his past self, once at his present self.
Back then, he’d been a loser.
Now, he didn’t overthink things, just acted as he pleased.
He hummed softly under his breath.
"It’s alright, even the mountains have streetlights. Naughty kids learn to behave, not too brave. How many wonderlands are there in this world? Do as you please."
Still humming, he wandered to the music CD section on the first floor.
Browsing the shelves, he picked out two Eason Chan albums to take home.
"Since when did we fear empty mountains with no one around? Since when did we dread gazing at the stardust? Turns out, even celestial fish crossing the ocean can lose their way..."
Lin Mo selected H3M, then added U87 and the Mandarin album Seven.
"Live For Today, and Ambush from All Sides are must-listens too."
Finally, he grabbed Orange Moon.
"Little brother, what song were you humming? Sounded nice."
Lin Mo looked up to see the sunglasses-wearing woman approaching from another aisle.
"Do As I..." He remembered the song didn’t exist yet, but he had no intention of plagiarizing.
So he shook his head.
"Just something random."

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."

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?"

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.”