A luxurious penthouse.
Jiang Yunlu was trying on clothes one by one.
Zhou Youbai, sitting on the bed, rolled her eyes.
"I really want to see what kind of guy has you so infatuated."
"What are you talking about? I just think he’s different from others."
Jiang Yunlu changed into a light green dress, looking elegant and refined.
"Yeah, yeah, 'different.' Men are all the same. If you throw yourself at him, he’ll definitely say yes—after all, you’re Jiang Yunlu, the campus belle."
Zhou Youbai thought about the stories Jiang Yunlu had told her and the things that had happened at school. She knew her best friend was completely smitten.
That’s why she had to come today—to see for herself what kind of man had bewitched her dear friend.
......
Lin Mo greeted everyone and glanced around.
It was rare to see a group with more girls than guys, but they all started browsing together.
Shopping for clothes was a completely different mindset for men and women.
So Lin Mo headed straight for Goody Cool, and almost everyone followed him.
Zhou Youbai, the outsider, had no choice but to tag along. "Where are we going?" she asked hurriedly.
Jiang Yunlu didn’t know either. "Just follow him, and we’ll find out," she replied.
What a brilliant plan—just follow blindly in broad daylight!
Seeing Lin Mo walk into Goody Cool, Zhou Youbai curled her lip.
What was so great about a store where the most expensive item barely cost a few hundred bucks?
She didn’t say it out loud, though. She didn’t care if people disliked her, but if Jiang Yunlu got blamed, it’d be her fault.
So she kept the complaints to herself.
She glanced at Jiang Yunlu, who was smiling faintly, looking curiously at the clothes in both the men’s and women’s sections.
When it came to shopping, everyone naturally split up.
Xie Yuling went straight to the women’s section.
Geng Xiao dragged Chu Miaomiao along with her.
Jiang Yunlu and Zhou Youbai took another path.
Oh, and An Yuexin and Mai Chuwen went a different way too.
As for Lin Mo and Fang Jun, they stuck together—mainly because Lin Mo was the one buying clothes, and Fang Jun was just keeping him company.
"Hey, hey, Mo, isn’t this a bit… awkward?"
Lin Mo looked puzzled. "What’s awkward?"
"You invited three girls who are all into you. What if they start fighting?"
Fang Jun was observant.
Observant people notice a lot of things.
But Lin Mo was clear-headed.
"Let me put it this way—we’ve only known each other for a month. They’re curious about me, and that curiosity creates feelings. But once the curiosity fades, how long will those feelings last?"
"Too complicated. My brain hurts."
Fang Jun scratched his head, then asked, "So you…"
He hesitated before finally blurting out, "Want all of them?"
Lin Mo widened his eyes and stared at Fang Jun.
"Cough, what are you talking about? I’m not planning to date anyone in high school."
Fang Jun gave him a look.
"Keep pretending. If they end up liking someone else, you’ll regret it."
Hearing this, Lin Mo actually laughed.
"No one waits forever. If they don’t, then they don’t."
Not dating wasn’t for his sake—it was because they were all just fifteen-year-old girls.
Too young to even pass censorship.
But Lin Mo didn’t restrict anyone. He wasn’t some possessive jerk.
If he wanted to, with his abilities, he could easily find women with better looks and better figures.
But right now, Lin Mo wasn’t interested in being that kind of person.
Fang Jun misunderstood.
He gave a thumbs-up. "Mo, you’re a legend. If it were me, I’d want them all."
Lin Mo didn’t respond.
Want them all? What about what the girls want? Would they even agree?
Was he supposed to start some harem drama?
Lin Mo wasn’t thinking about that right now.
In his past life, he wasn’t that kind of person either—at most, he was a simp who had liked a lot of people.
As he got older, he gradually lost interest in women.
Well, in men too.
But for him, relationships weren’t a necessity anymore.
Especially since their feelings for him were just a result of his rebirth and the abilities granted by the system.
It was just a fleeting crush.
Fang Jun suddenly felt like slapping himself. Lin Mo’s mood had clearly taken a downturn.
Lin Mo browsed through the clothes, picking whatever he liked without caring about the price.
But inside, he was a little restless.
At this point in his past life, he was like a piece of driftwood floating in the ocean.
Unable to sink, but unable to see the shore either.
So as he drifted, he kept searching for something to soothe his soul.
A drowning person will grab onto anything that might save them.
That’s what Lin Mo had been like in his past life.
But he couldn’t hold on to anything, and in the end, he managed to float up on his own.
So he didn’t need outside help anymore.
That’s why he understood their feelings but had no intention of accepting them.
Maybe it was because his standards for love had risen.
Without real love, mere affection wasn’t enough for him anymore.
Sorry, but as a cultivator, he was just that noble now.
......
"What’s so noble about him? He’s just decent-looking, good at fighting, and gets good grades. Is he rich? Even if he is, can he compare to your family?"
Zhou Youbai was unimpressed.
They had walked quite a distance, but they could still see Lin Mo picking out clothes in the distance.
"What about your boyfriend, then? Is he rich? Richer than you? Or is he outstanding in every way?"
Zhou Youbai raised an eyebrow, looking smug.
"That’s why he’s the one who chased me. He does whatever I say—if I tell him to go east, he won’t go west."
Zhou Youbai wasn’t as pretty, smart, or well-off as Jiang Yunlu.
But in her mind, as long as her boyfriend was better than Jiang Yunlu’s crush, she was winning.
"Want to bet? If I call him right now, he’ll come running!"
With that, Zhou Youbai made a call.
The phone was answered quickly.
"Hey, babe, what’s up? I’m out with some classmates."
A gentle voice came through the phone.
"Get to Square Plaza right now. I’ll be waiting."
"Square Plaza? Where in Square Plaza?"
"Goody Cool."
Without waiting for a response, Zhou Youbai hung up, grinning. "See? I tell him what to do, and he obeys. Like a dog."
Jiang Yunlu frowned. "Isn’t that a bit much? He’s still a person."
"I give him a hundred bucks a day for pocket money. He has to do whatever I say."
Zhou Youbai said it so casually, like it was nothing.
Clearly, she really didn’t see her boyfriend as a person.
But the next second, a voice spoke up.
"So in your eyes, I’m just a dog."
Zhou Youbai spun around and saw a rather handsome guy staring at her with empty eyes.
"Haoran? What are you doing here?"
Ye Haoran smirked coldly. "I told you—I was coming to Square Plaza with friends today to buy clothes."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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...
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
