Walking down the road, Xie Yuling could clearly feel the live tiger prawns jumping inside the large bag she was carrying.
This guy really remembers what I like to eat, she thought. And he bought two whole pounds of it.
"What are you spacing out for? Lead the way," Xie Yuling suddenly turned to look at Lin Mo. "Just bring one pound of these prawns over."
Hearing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but laugh. "If you want more, I’ll buy them for you next time."
Though the girl was delighted by his words, she suppressed her excitement and huffed lightly. "Do I really seem that greedy to you?"
"So, are you eating or not?"
"Of course I am! Absolutely!"
"Then that settles it." Lin Mo carried two boxes of oysters, packed with water and ice packs to keep them fresh during the trip.
Following Xie Yuling, Lin Mo navigated through narrow alleys and winding streets, crossing from one end of the urban village to the other.
The village did have main roads, but the spaces between buildings were often cramped pathways.
Those who grew up here knew the quickest and shortest routes by heart.
Xie Yuling’s family building happened to be on the edge of the urban village.
Lin Mo’s rented room faced the sun, sparing him the gloominess of some other units.
As for the rooms deeper inside the village—
"Handshake buildings," where neighbors could practically reach out and touch each other, and sunlight was a rare luxury, were all too common.
Still, the biggest advantage of urban villages was the cheap rent.
If you managed to rent directly from the original landlord, things were even better.
But many original landlords had retired to enjoy life, leaving their properties to secondary landlords who charged fixed annual fees.
As a result, many outsiders ended up being exploited through inflated water and electricity bills.
Back to the matter at hand.
Xie Yuling’s second uncle’s house was also a self-built property, though only five stories high.
It stood in a relatively open area, with a Lexus parked downstairs.
When they arrived, Xie Yuling pressed the doorbell.
"Hello? Who is it?"
"Open up!" she said softly.
"Got it! Come straight to the fourth floor."
With a click, the door unlocked.
Upstairs, Xie Yuling’s cousin Xie Yufei greeted them at the door.
Spotting the bag in Xie Yuling’s hand, Xie Yufei grinned. "Xie Yuling, you didn’t have to bring seafood. Mom already bought over a pound of prawns this morning—plenty for you."
Hearing this, Xie Yuling glanced at Lin Mo, feeling a little embarrassed for making him spend unnecessarily.
Lin Mo just smiled. "It’s fine. She loves prawns, so having extra isn’t a bad thing."
Xie Yufei looked past Xie Yuling at Lin Mo, his smile fading. "You’re the tenant my aunt mentioned, right? Make yourself at home. Just hand me the stuff."
Xie Yuling immediately sensed Xie Yufei’s attitude.
"He’s my friend. Behave."
Her words made Xie Yufei raise an eyebrow in surprise.
This cousin of his had rarely stood up for anyone during her three years of middle school—not even him.
If not for their close childhood bond, she probably wouldn’t have bothered with him at all.
Lin Mo shook his head. "These are oysters. They’re heavy—I’ll just take them to the kitchen."
Xie Yufei scoffed. "No need. I work out. Can do five or six pull-ups, easy."
Seeing his insistence, Lin Mo relented. "Alright, take the top box then."
Xie Yufei reached for it—and immediately realized something was off.
Why the hell is it so heavy?!
But he couldn’t show weakness.
Carefully, he led the way to the kitchen.
Passing the living room, Xie Yuling noticed it was already packed—both men and women, a testament to Xie Yufei’s social circle.
The guys were playing a card game, while the girls were dancing to an Xbox Kinect game.
Two girls, moving stiffly but rhythmically in front of the TV, paused to greet the newcomers.
"Hey there."
"You all know my cousin, Xie Yuling. And this is her friend..."
Xie Yufei hesitated.
"Lin Mo," Lin Mo supplied.
"Right, Lin Mo."
The box of oysters was seriously heavy, so Xie Yufei didn’t linger before hauling it to the kitchen.
Setting it down, he exhaled in relief.
Xie Yuling placed her bag in the sink, while Lin Mo casually deposited his box.
Xie Yufei nudged the other box—same weight.
Meaning this Lin Mo guy had carried both boxes all the way from Xie Yuling’s place to here.
What kind of monster is he?
Still, he kept his cool. "Go grab some water and rest. We’ll start setting up the grill and skewers soon."
Xie Yuling nodded. "Sure."
Acting like she owned the place, she walked to the living room, retrieved her own cup from the cabinet, and poured water into a disposable airline cup for Lin Mo.
Her presence drew the attention of the six guys present.
They were all Xie Yufei’s middle school classmates, so they knew Xie Yuling—and her reputation as an ice queen.
As for Lin Mo, they were certain he hadn’t been around back then.
A high school friend? Brought along after just a month?
The guys exchanged glances, silently sharing their confusion.
Their shock only grew when Xie Yuling handed Lin Mo his water.
Lin Mo didn’t even say thanks, casually accepting it like it was the most natural thing.
Then Xie Yuling sat right beside him, their shoulders nearly touching.
She sipped her water quietly, saying nothing.
"Isn’t this your turf? Why do you seem so timid?" Lin Mo murmured near her ear.
Xie Yuling didn’t reply, just pinched his arm lightly.
The guys—and Xie Yufei—stared in disbelief.
They’d never seen Xie Yuling act like this, especially not around others. She was always so aloof.
Finishing his water, Lin Mo looked up at Xie Yufei. "Got scissors? Let’s check the oysters—they need prepping."
Xie Yufei nodded and went to fetch them.
Lin Mo stood and headed for the kitchen, Xie Yuling immediately trailing behind.
Everyone’s eyes followed.
"They’re definitely dating," their expressions screamed.
Only Lin Mo knew the truth—Xie Yuling wasn’t just an ice queen. She was also socially awkward.
In the kitchen, Xie Yufei handed over the scissors.
Lin Mo opened the box, revealing palm-sized oysters.
"These are huge!"
Lin Mo inspected them and nodded. "They’re Rushan oysters. Known for their size."
Xie Yuling couldn’t resist asking, "When did you order these? I didn’t know."
"I went to the market when I went out for breakfast. You were on my computer at the time, remember?"
Xie Yufei’s jaw nearly dropped.
This… is way too fast!
My cousin?! Living with someone?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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.”
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?"
