At that moment, a staff member pushing a cart arrived at the table and began arranging an assortment of colorful drinks on it.
Ran Ran turned to Su Yang and Xia Li with a smile. "Handsome, this is Xiao Yu, the girl you chose earlier. She’ll be taking care of you both now."
Su Yang gave Xia Zhiyu a once-over. She was tall and slender, wearing a cute pink cap with her black hair tied up and draped over her back. Her head was slightly lowered, betraying a hint of nervousness.
She had on a blue-and-white sailor-style top paired with a matching pleated skirt, leaving her well-proportioned, long legs exposed—an undeniably eye-catching sight.
Ran Ran nudged Xia Zhiyu gently. "Xiao Yu, go on, don’t just stand there."
Xia Zhiyu glanced up at Su Yang, stammering, "Oh, right—okay~"
With that, she walked over and quietly took a seat beside Su Yang.
Ran Ran smiled apologetically at Su Yang. "Sorry about that, handsome. Xiao Yu’s her first day on the job, so she’s still a bit shy. Just go easy on her—a little alcohol should help loosen her up."
"No worries~"
"Great!"
Once another staff member finished setting all the drinks on the table, Ran Ran left with them.
Now, only Su Yang, Xia Li, and Xia Zhiyu remained in the cabin.
Su Yang glanced at Xia Zhiyu, his mind racing. ‘A girl this pretty and innocent—why would she choose to work here? And only 20 years old? Shouldn’t she be in college? There must be some other reason.’
He decided to break the ice. "Your name’s Xiao Yu, right?"
Xia Zhiyu nodded softly. "Yes, boss~"
"Just call me Yang. No need to be so tense—I’m not going to eat you."
Xia Li chuckled from the side. "Didn’t you hear Ran Ran? It’s her first day. She’s not used to this environment yet—nervousness is normal."
She then turned to Xia Zhiyu. "Relax, Xiao Yu. We’re easygoing. Your job is just to pour drinks and chat with us. If you want to drink, go ahead. If not, we won’t force you. Got it? No need to be so stiff."
Hearing this, Xia Zhiyu seemed to relax slightly. She nodded with a small smile. "Got it, sis~"
"Xiao Yu, what’s your full name?"
"Xia Zhiyu."
Xia Li nodded approvingly. "That’s a lovely name. Did your parents pick it?"
At the question, Xia Zhiyu bit her lip and evaded the topic, standing up abruptly. "Um… Sis Xia, let me pour you both a drink."
She walked to the table and picked up a pitcher of pink-hued alcohol, filling their glasses.
Noticing her reluctance, Xia Li simply smiled and didn’t press further.
Su Yang caught the evasion but didn’t dwell on it. He examined the drink instead. "Is this a specialty here?"
Xia Zhiyu nodded. "Yes, Yang. This one’s called Pink Galaxy—a new signature cocktail. Give it a try."
"Pink Galaxy—nice name. Must be some kind of fruit-based mix, right?"
"Right."
"Alright, let’s taste it." Su Yang took a sip.
The smooth liquor slid down his throat. He swirled it in his mouth and grinned. "Sis Xia, this is way too mild for me. How’s it for you?"
"I think it’s fine. But I did order something stronger too." Xia Li glanced at Xia Zhiyu.
Xia Zhiyu promptly picked up another elegant glass decanter filled with a translucent, pale-yellow liquor—about a liter’s worth—resembling osmanthus rice wine.
She poured a fresh glass for Su Yang. "Yang, try this one."
"Does this have a name too?"
"Yes. This one’s called Jade Spring Floating Spring~"
"Your bartender’s got a knack for naming drinks." Su Yang smirked before downing the glass in one go.
"Mm, now that’s got some kick to it~"
After a few rounds, Xia Zhiyu seemed to loosen up a little.
She sat obediently between Su Yang and Xia Li, promptly refilling their glasses the moment they emptied.
[Ding. Detecting host’s current state of enjoyment and relaxation. Reward: 1 million.]
Su Yang chuckled and glanced at the screen ahead. "Xiao Yu, can you sing?"
Xia Zhiyu nodded timidly. "A little… but I’m not very good~"
"That’s fine. Pick a song and give it a shot."
Xia Zhiyu immediately stood and walked to the control panel. "Yang, Sis Xia, what would you like to hear?"
Su Yang thought for a moment. "Can you do any Jay Chou songs?"
"A few."
"Then pick one of his."
"Okay."
Soon, Xia Zhiyu selected one of Jay Chou’s classics: Rice Field.
Returning to her seat, she picked up the microphone and began singing softly.
"If you have too many complaints about this world, if you don’t dare to move forward after falling down, why…"
Su Yang clapped along, impressed. "Not bad at all! Sounds great."
Meanwhile, Xia Li finished her drink and turned to Su Yang. "How about you? Can you sing?"
"Me? I’m alright."
"Then sing with Xiao Yu. Let me hear your voice~"
Su Yang grabbed the other microphone. "Sure, I’ll give it a go."
As Xia Zhiyu finished the first verse, Su Yang cleared his throat and took over the second.
"Don’t give up so easily, don’t say it’s hopeless—if one dream’s out of reach, just find another~"
The moment Su Yang’s voice rang out, both girls whipped their heads toward him, eyes wide in disbelief.
Xia Zhiyu gulped, her microphone slipping onto the couch.
If her singing had been decent, Su Yang’s was on another level entirely.
Every aspect—tone, rhythm, even the rap sections—was flawlessly executed, as if a professional singer had taken the stage.
Xia Li, who had only met Su Yang once before, was equally stunned. After the initial shock, she gazed at his profile with admiration.
By the second half of the song, both were completely immersed in his voice, as if transported to the idyllic fields described in the lyrics.
When the song ended, Su Yang set the microphone down.
The two girls remained spellbound, still staring at him.
Su Yang waved a hand in front of them, amused. "You two zoned out or what?"
"Ah—oh! Sorry, Yang… Your singing was just so good, I got lost in it…" Xia Zhiyu blushed and clapped hastily.
Xia Li smoothed her hair, smiling. "I had no idea you sang this well. Poor Xiao Yu—why even bother asking her to sing?"
"Just trying to lighten the mood. Didn’t want her to feel too nervous."
"Come on, let’s keep drinking~"
Xia Zhiyu, ever attentive, immediately picked up the decanter to refill their glasses.
At this point, Xia Li tentatively asked, "Xia Zhiyu, do you usually drink?"
Xia Zhiyu nodded. "Just a little, but I don’t have a high tolerance~"
"No worries! Would you like to try some? A little alcohol could liven up the mood."
Hearing this, Xia Zhiyu hesitated for a moment before pulling out a fresh glass and pouring herself a drink.
"Honestly, this is part of my job too. I should share a drink with Su Yang and Xia Li."
Xia Li chuckled softly. "You’re adorable, Xia Zhiyu. But no pressure—just pace yourself and don’t overdo it~"
Xia Zhiyu nodded. "Got it~"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
