It was fantasy time.
A thrilling thought even flashed through Ye Minghui's mind: what a wonderful experience it would be to melt this iceberg of a girl little by little, mold her into someone entirely dependent on him, and then mercilessly dump her right when she was completely devoted.
Zhou Nianqian glanced at the undisguised desire on Ye Minghui's face. He said nothing, simply turning his head back in silence.
He didn't need to do anything; he only needed to wait.
With Ye Minghui acting as a living target up front to draw all the attention, fully displaying his arrogance and high profile, Zhou Nianqian only needed to wait for the right moment to play the role of a low-key, gentle, and understanding guy. This would easily create a sharp contrast.
Quality speaks for itself when compared. With Ye Minghui serving as the perfect stepping stone, he was completely confident that he could attract Jiang Yunlu's attention.
The events of the back-to-school day were rather dull, consisting of nothing more than class assignments and course schedules. Soon, the PA system crackled to life, calling all students and faculty to assemble on the sports field for the opening ceremony.
The ceremony was as long and tedious as ever. The school leaders' repetitive speeches sounded like a lullaby.
It wasn't until the awards segment that the students finally perked up a bit.
Besides Lin Mo's Math Olympiad, other competitions had also taken place, and quite a few students had placed in them.
"...In addition to our brilliant achievements in the Olympiad, our students have also accomplished outstanding feats in sports.
In the provincial badminton tournament that just concluded in August, Jiang Yunlu from Grade 2 Class 8 won the runner-up position in the women's singles badminton event! Let us welcome Jiang Yunlu to the stage with a warm round of applause to receive her award!"
A wave of applause immediately erupted across the field, and many students from Class 8 looked excitedly at Jiang Yunlu.
Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Yunlu stood up with a faint, proud blush on her cheeks. As she walked past Lin Mo, she deliberately paused, reached out her small hand, and gave his shoulder a smug pat.
Her eyes seemed to say: See that? I am also a master of both the pen and the sword!
Ah, yes, yes, yes.
Stepping down from the stage, Jiang Yunlu handed her certificate to Lin Mo and smoothly snatched his certificate right out of his hands.
It had to be said that after the birthday camping trip, Jiang Yunlu had become much bolder.
"Hey, don't do anything weird with my certificate."
The rest of the classmates broke into smiles.
Back in the classroom, as the other classes were gradually dismissed for the day, Chen Xiaoya finally concluded her long and trivial back-to-school reminders.
"...Starting tomorrow, the evening self-study sessions will officially begin. The academic pace in Grade 2 is going to be much faster than in Grade 1, so I hope everyone adjusts their mindset as soon as possible... Class dismissed!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, the once-quiet classroom was instantly filled with the rustling sounds of students packing their bags. The teenage boys and girls, having been cooped up all day, had finally regained their freedom.
"Public schools actually require evening self-study? What a pain." Impatience was written all over Ye Minghui's face.
Ye Minghui furrowed his brows.
The private school he used to attend never had this many rules.
"You can apply to opt out."
Zhou Nianqian packed his things, his voice quiet but just loud enough for Ye Minghui to hear. "Though, I'll probably be here every day."
Not attend evening self-study? Then why had he gone through so much trouble to transfer into this class? Wasn't it just to be closer to his target and make his presence known?
Zhou Nianqian's gaze subtly swept toward Jiang Yunlu not far away. Seeing that she hadn't moved yet, he suppressed his impatience and slowly organized his desk.
Opportunities were reserved for the patient.
Now that school was over, Xie Yuling no longer had to walk over from Class 7 to wait for Lin Mo at the door of Class 8. She simply reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Let's go pick up Qing Cheng from school. She shouldn't be dismissed earlier than us today."
"I want to go see little sister Qing Cheng too!" Chu Miaomiao peeked out from the adjacent seat and timidly raised her hand.
"I want to go too. I haven't seen Qing Cheng in a long time, and I miss her."
"Qing Cheng? Who's Qing Cheng?"
A voice suddenly interjected from behind. Fang Jun had snuck up behind Lin Mo at some point, slinging an arm casually over his shoulder.
Before Lin Mo could answer, Jiang Yunlu took the initiative to explain, "She's Lin Mo's younger cousin. She's in her second year of middle school at the Forty-Fifth Middle School. We were just talking about picking her up."
Jiang Yunlu's desk mate, Wang Qin, also raised her hand. "I'll go too."
Hearing this, Fang Jun's eyes immediately lit up. He slapped Lin Mo's shoulder.
"No problem, I'm coming too! Old Mo's little sister is my little sister!"
"Then I'll tag along too," An Yuexin chimed in, joining the fun.
"Fine, sure, whatever."
Lin Mo scanned the group and looked helplessly toward Tong Dong, who was quietly packing his things.
"What about you? Are you going or not?"
Tong Dong paused in his packing, seemingly surprised that Lin Mo would specifically ask him. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure."
"Should I go too?" Xue Zigui turned around to ask.
Lin Mo buried his face in his hands. "I'm just going to pick someone up from school. Why are you all acting like we're going to the zoo to see a giant panda?"
"Brother-in-law, we're actually just..." Fang Jun was grinning cheekily, about to say something else, when Lin Mo suddenly turned his head and gave him an overly bright smile.
The next second, Lin Mo cleared his throat and drawled out loudly.
"Cai Junhuang, Bro Fang is calling me..."
"Daddy!"
Before Lin Mo could finish shouting, Fang Jun's soul nearly left his body in sheer terror. He lunged forward like a frightened rabbit, frantically trying to cover Lin Mo's mouth.
"I was wrong! Daddy! I'm calling you Daddy now! Don't shout! Please!"
This shrill cry of "Daddy" successfully drew the attention of everyone still lingering in the classroom.
Even Cai Junhuang, who had already shouldered her backpack and reached the classroom door, stopped in her tracks and looked back in confusion.
"What's going on?"
She swept a mild glance their way, her gaze pausing for a second on Fang Jun, who looked like he was about to drop to his knees before Lin Mo.
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Fang Jun's forehead. His mind raced as he threw an arm around Lin Mo's neck, forcing out a smile that looked worse than if he were crying.
"Nothing! It's nothing! Lin Mo was just asking if you wanted to come with us to pick up his sister from school!"
"Oh?" Hearing this, Cai Junhuang raised her eyebrows slightly, seemingly finding the idea somewhat interesting. "Sure."
Great, Giant Panda Observation Team member +1.
The large group then set off grandly toward the Forty-Fifth Middle School.
Since everyone was wearing the Guangba school uniform, it truly felt like a massive procession.
As they walked, Fang Jun casually asked, "How come I've never heard you mention having a cousin?"
"Don't go poking your nose into triad business," Lin Mo shot back, shutting him down.
Cai Junhuang, walking beside Fang Jun, lightly nudged him with her elbow.
"You're so gossipy. What? Are you trying to make Lin Mo your brother-in-law?"
These words were like stepping on Fang Jun's tail. Startled, he immediately shouted, "I am not, I didn't, don't spout nonsense!"
A triple denial meant there was definitely a problem.
Cai Junhuang narrowed her eyes, staring fixedly at Fang Jun.
Meanwhile, Xie Yuling quietly observed the scene. She realized that Cai Junhuang's attitude toward Fang Jun had indeed changed.

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?"

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!

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

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.”