"Still laughing? Get up already."
Liu Bo grabbed Ji Bo and pulled him to his feet, then turned to Meng Qianyu, who was laughing uncontrollably, and said helplessly, "Qianyu, maybe I should carry him instead. This guy’s useless—I can barely lift him."
"Fine, fine, you carry him then."
"Exactly, that makes it easier."
"Here, let your big bro show you how it's done."
With that, Liu Bo effortlessly scooped up Ji Bo, who was noticeably slimmer than him.
"This is so embarrassing, bro!" Ji Bo giggled, nestling into Liu Bo’s arms like a delicate bird.
"Embarrassing my foot—shut up."
"Alright, here we go." Liu Bo proceeded to easily complete twenty squats while holding Ji Bo.
By the time they finished, everyone else had stopped laughing. Su Yang gave Liu Bo a thumbs-up. "Not bad. You might be chubby, but you’ve got some serious strength."
"Finally, someone who gets me—just you and Brother Meng!" Liu Bo chuckled as he set Ji Bo down.
Ye Wan wiped tears of laughter from her eyes and stepped forward. "Alright, let’s keep going. Who’s up for round two?"
Shen Yixue raised her hand. "I’ll go!"
"Great. Yixue’s second. Who’s facing her?"
After a brief pause, Lu Yun stepped out from Meng Qianyu’s group with a smile. "I’ll take her on."
"Deal."
The two girls sat facing each other, pulled out their phones, and opened an app to join an online room.
Shen Yixue asked, "Lu Yun, want to pick a category?"
"Sure. How about modern actors? We’re both familiar with that."
"Sounds good~"
They quickly agreed and tapped their screens, holding their phones against their foreheads.
Two names popped up: Shen Yixue’s was Yang Mi, while Lu Yun’s was Aoi Sora.
Seeing the name on Lu Yun’s phone, Shen Yixue’s cheeks flushed slightly—clearly, she recognized it.
The guys, however, burst into excited grins.
"Ohhh, Lu Yun, that’s a good one!"
"Game over. No way she guesses this."
"But Yixue seems to know who it is. Heh heh."
Lu Yun frowned in confusion. "What’s so exciting about this person?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just start already."
Shaking her head, Lu Yun turned back to Shen Yixue. "Yixue, you ask first or me?"
"Me. We lost last time."
"Fine, go ahead."
Shen Yixue thought for a moment. "Is mine male or female?"
"Female. A total bombshell."
"Oh? Really? Your turn."
Lu Yun tapped her chin. "Same question—male or female?"
"Female. Also gorgeous. My turn—is mine super famous?"
"Very. Lots of iconic roles. Is mine from China or abroad?"
"Abroad. Japanese."
"Japanese? Oh no, I barely know any Japanese actresses!"
"You definitely know her. She’s got plenty of famous works too."
"Really? Like, household-name famous?"
Shen Yixue nodded. "Extremely famous~."
Lu Yun muttered, "A super famous Japanese actress… Yamaguchi Shiho!!"
Shen Yixue giggled. "Nope~ She’s not in ‘serious’ films."
"Huh? Then I’ve got no clue. Fine, ask me next."
Shen Yixue smiled. "Okay, is mine born in the 80s or 90s?"
Lu Yun pondered. "Probably 80s."
"Then I think I know. Super famous, iconic roles, stunning… Liu Yifei?"
Lu Yun grinned. "Nope~ Mine’s… ugh, I don’t even know how to ask about Japanese actresses. I don’t watch many of their movies."
Zhang Ziming chimed in with a smirk, "Let me drop a hint: she’s a legendary Japanese actress in ahem adult romance films. Basically, the emotional awakening for countless young men."
Lu Yun stared blankly. "Seriously? Adult romance films? I don’t watch those!"
Zhang Ziming sighed. "I spelled it out and you still don’t get it? Then I give up."
"Wait, whose side are you on?" Liu Bo shot him a glare.
"Relax, she wouldn’t know even if I told her."
Shen Yixue stifled a laugh and asked, "Has mine been married?"
"Yes, but divorced."
"HA! Got it!!" Shen Yixue burst out laughing. "Yang Mi, right?"
Lu Yun groaned. "Yours was way too easy. What even is mine?"
She pulled her phone down and glanced at the screen—first confused, then flushed crimson.
"Eek!! This is—"
"HAHA! So you have seen Teacher Aoi’s work, huh?" Zhang Ziming cackled.
Lu Yun ducked behind Tang Ziyun, hiding her face. "I haven’t! I’ve just… heard things~"
"Sure, sure. Denial is just confirmation."
Ye Wan cut in, laughing. "Enough teasing her." She turned to Meng Qianyu. "You lost. Drink up!"
"Fine." Meng Qianyu grabbed beers from the table and handed them out.
Su Yang took his bottle and downed it effortlessly.
"Ugh, drinking isn’t even a punishment for him," Liu Bo grumbled.
Once the five finished, Ye Wan announced, "Now I’ll pick who does squats for your team."
"Bring it~" Meng Qianyu shrugged.
Ye Wan’s gaze lingered on Su Yang, a sly smile forming. "You. You’re the only guy on your team—time to contribute."
Su Yang pointed at himself. "Me?"
"Yep."
"Alright. Who’s my partner?"
Ye Wan scanned Pan Ning, Lu Yun, and Tang Ziyun before settling on Meng Qianyu.
"Qianyu."
Meng Qianyu stood up with a grin. "No problem!! Su Yang, do your best~"
Su Yang kept a straight face but inwardly cheered: ‘Ye Wan, you absolute legend. This is perfect.’
He stood and nodded at Meng Qianyu. "No trouble at all. Carrying you’ll be a breeze. Let’s go."
As they moved to the center, Zhang Ziming, Liu Bo, and Ji Bo glared at Su Yang with envy.
Zhang Ziming clenched his teeth. "You lucky bastard!!"
Liu Bo sighed dramatically. "Why do I get stuck carrying Ji Bo, while he gets Qianyu? Life’s so unfair."
Meng Wenzhou chuckled. "Man, my two sisters—"
"Your two sisters what?" Ji Bo blinked.
"Uh… never mind."
Meanwhile, Su Yang smiled at Meng Qianyu. "Ready?"
"Ready~"
"Alright," he said, turning slightly as he bent down. His left arm wrapped around Meng Qianyu's smooth, delicate calf while his right encircled her shoulders. With a slight exertion, he lifted her into a princess carry.
Meng Qianyu nestled shyly against Su Yang's chest, her body trembling faintly.
Watching from three meters away, Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun's expressions shifted subtly, unable to hide their flicker of jealousy.
Pan Ning, however, remained expressionless—in her mind, Meng Qianyu was nothing more than a lesbian.
Su Yang turned to face the group, still holding Meng Qianyu. "Watch closely now, here we go."
He slowly lowered into a squat, then rose again, repeating the motion deliberately.
Liu Bo called out, "Come on, Yang, speed it up a little!"
Su Yang shot him a glare. "I'm doing a proper squat. Carrying someone isn't exactly effortless—I’ve got to take it slow."
"Sure, sure. The guy who once dragged a bear can’t handle holding a girl now..."
...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
