Oh wow, textbook simp behavior.
"Hey, what are they talking about? We can't hear anything." Jiang Yunlu was leaning against the railing, binoculars pressed against her eye sockets, shouting.
Two people were talking by the roadside. The picture was there, but the sound wasn't.
It was like watching a silent film.
Xie Yuling put down her binoculars too and tilted her head to look at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo froze for a moment, then reacted after two seconds.
Oh, he forgot to turn on the audio.
He snapped his fingers, and instantly the three of them had synced audio and video.
Jiang Yunlu's ears suddenly flooded with dialogue. She blinked. "Hey, it's turned into a talkie."
Cai Junhuang hadn't expected Fang Jun to be so straightforward.
No buildup, no testing the waters. He just went for it right off the bat.
She pressed her lips together.
To be honest, if Fang Jun had said all this before the competition, she probably would have agreed.
Back then, she hadn't gotten to that point yet. The weight in her heart wasn't so heavy yet.
But... not now.
"Fang Jun, the truth is, I like you too."
Fang Jun's eyes lit up.
"But... I'm sorry, I can't be with you."
That light went out again. It went out fast.
Cai Junhuang's voice was flat, like she had rehearsed this many times. "I told you before, I have a dream. I have to walk this path. Dating right now is something I can't afford."
Fang Jun opened his mouth, his mind in a complete mess.
He had heard the first part. She said she liked him too. That was enough.
"I can wait."
He said it urgently.
"Whenever you want to date, I'll be here. I'll wait for you!"
"Fang Jun." Cai Junhuang cut him off.
Her tone didn't rise. Instead, it dropped a little, like she was holding something back.
"You wait for me. And then what? Wait one year? Two years? Five years? Can you guarantee you won't regret it? Can I guarantee I won't change?"
Fang Jun was speechless.
Cai Junhuang's eyes reddened, but she didn't cry. She sniffled hard.
"I can't let you wait. It sounds nice, but living it out is a whole different story.
You wait for me where I am, while I keep walking further and further away. In the end, you look back and all you see is wasted time. I can't bear that responsibility."
She paused.
"I don't want to owe you."
That last line was very soft.
Cai Junhuang was exactly who she was. There was no one else like her.
Fang Jun lowered his head, his hands gripping the fabric of his school uniform pants. The air was silent for a long time.
In the distance, the wind blew, scattering some of the stray hair on Cai Junhuang's forehead.
Fang Jun lifted his head again.
"Then let me ask you one last question."
His voice was hoarse, but still steady enough.
"In the future, if one day you look back and find out I'm still here, would you be willing to give me a chance?"
Love-obsessed brain, confirmed beyond doubt.
She wasn't sure about her own future, so naturally she couldn't promise anyone else's.
The road was too long. She wasn't sure if she would change her mind, and she wasn't sure if Fang Jun would either.
Nothing was guaranteed.
Jiang Yunlu had her binoculars practically shoved into her eye sockets. She muttered quietly, "Why does he still keep asking..."
Xie Yuling said nothing, but her fingers unconsciously tightened around the edge of her binoculars.
Lin Mo was casually munching on sunflower seeds beside them. He had already guessed how this scene would play out.
Cai Junhuang looked at Fang Jun.
There was still light in his eyes.
She knew clearly that if she said yes now, even just a vague "maybe," Fang Jun would really wait.
One year, two years, even longer.
And then his entire life would be pinned to that promise.
That wasn't giving him hope.
That was stringing someone along.
Cai Junhuang shifted her gaze away from Fang Jun's face and looked toward the roadside.
There was nothing on the road but passing cars.
She spoke up.
"Fang Jun, you deserve someone who can be by your side. Not someone who can't even see her own direction."
She turned back and smiled. It was a faint smile.
"Don't wait for me."
Clean and decisive.
Fang Jun stood frozen in place. His mouth hung open for a long time, but nothing came out.
Jiang Yunlu put her binoculars down and pouted. "Ah... how do I put this... it really stings."
Xie Yuling leaned against a nearby tree trunk, not saying a word.
Lin Mo chewed his seeds and mumbled, "Cai Junhuang is someone who can be ruthless."
Jiang Yunlu looked at him. "Can't you have some sympathy? Didn't you say Fang Jun is your good friend?"
Lin Mo thought for a moment. "I do have sympathy. But with stuff like this, sooner or later someone has to wake up. If she hadn't rejected him cleanly, it would've only gotten messier down the line."
"And didn't you notice? Cai Junhuang was the one in control the whole time."
Jiang Yunlu had nothing to say.
The logic made sense.
But the silhouette of that guy under the streetlight stood alone, stretched out long and thin.
She still thought that liking someone who didn't want to like you back was a truly devastating thing.
Lin Mo sat on a roadside curb and continued, "Honestly, dreams and relationships aren't completely incompatible. The only time they see each other is at school and during this period. But if Cai Junhuang has to sacrifice everything outside of dance practice, that's just how it has to be."
"Let's go. We shouldn't go over there. It'll only make Fang Jun feel worse."
In the distance, Cai Junhuang's figure had already melted into the night. Fang Jun was still planted there like a lamppost.
Lin Mo left a sliver of his spiritual sense hovering around Fang Jun. As long as the guy wasn't about to jump off a bridge or hang himself, he could stay there and freak out in the wind all he wanted.
The cars from Chu Miaomiao's and Jiang Yunlu's families pulled up. After waving goodbye, only Lin Mo and Xie Yuling were left on the street, walking back along the sidewalk.
The night breeze blew, and the dim yellow streetlights stretched their shadows long and slanted.
Xie Yuling walked very slowly, dragging her white sneakers across the asphalt. That poor little pebble she had been kicking from one end of the street to the other became a substitute for venting her emotions.
"Stop kicking. You're wearing out the tip of your shoe. If you've got something on your mind, just say it out loud." Lin Mo turned his head, breaking the silence.
Xie Yuling stopped walking and looked up at him.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if one day you'd say you have to save the world, and then just disappear from our sight."
Lin Mo chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"That won't happen."
"Saving the world isn't as fun as hanging out with you guys."
Xie Yuling caught the key plural word. Imitating Cai Junhuang's earlier move, she jabbed her elbow hard into Lin Mo's lower back.
"Hmph! You said 'you guys,' you greedy jerk!"
"I won't be greedy anymore."
Xie Yuling shot him a glare and sped up her steps, walking ahead.
"Stop with the smart mouth. Cai Junhuang dumped Fang Jun for the sake of dancing. If you ever run into something more important than us, you'd probably run off even faster."
"First of all, there is nothing more important than you guys."
Lin Mo took two quick strides to catch up, walking shoulder to shoulder with her.
Xie Yuling didn't say anything, but she slowed her pace. The streetlight stretched their shadows long, slowly merging together.

uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.

ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"

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.”