Indeed, most men share the same hobby.
That is admiring beautiful women, especially if they’re dancing.
Su Yang stopped looking at the other two and turned his attention back to Little Ying’s sultry dance.
Soon, the song ended, and so did the dance.
At this point, Liu Bo stood up and applauded enthusiastically, “Bravo! That was incredibly professional!”
Meng Wenzhou, Su Yang, and the two other girls also clapped and praised her.
Meng Wenzhou smiled and said, “Not bad at all, Little Ying. Your dancing skills are even better than many professional dance streamers on Douyin.”
“Absolutely, your moves and timing were on point. Impressive!” Su Yang added, giving her a thumbs-up.
Flattered by the compliments, Little Ying stuck out her tongue playfully and giggled, “Thank you, handsome gentlemen~”
With that, she quickly returned to Liu Bo’s side and sat down.
Liu Bo handed her a tissue from the table, “Here, wipe off your sweat~ I promised you a reward for dancing so well—there’ll be a little extra tip later.”
“Wow, thank you, Boss Liu~” Little Ying beamed, leaning against him with a smile.
After the three groups clinked glasses and took a drink, they resumed their separate conversations.
The lighting in the private room dimmed automatically, and Luo Xue, whether intentionally or not, pressed herself tightly against Su Yang, almost sitting in his lap.
Su Yang didn’t say much, and the two kept drinking.
After several rounds, the already uninhibited girls became even bolder.
Over at Liu Bo’s side, Little Ying draped her legs over his lap while he wrapped an arm around her slender waist, sipping his drink with a satisfied grin.
Meanwhile, Meng Wenzhou had Qianqian kneeling beside him, massaging his shoulders barefoot after kicking off her heels.
As she worked, her face hovered close to his cheek, and the two chatted and laughed about something inaudible.
Su Yang paid them no mind, as Luo Xue was now nestled against his chest, her upper body leaning into him.
She held his left forearm with one hand and clutched a half-finished glass of whiskey in the other, her cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.
“Boss Su, drink up~”
Su Yang leaned forward, grabbed his own glass, and downed it in one go. “Done. Your turn—are you saving that half for the fish?”
“Hmph, Boss Su, how come your alcohol tolerance is so good? You’ve had so much, and you’re still completely fine~” Luo Xue pouted, feigning a sulky tone.
“You’d be surprised—I’ve never been drunk before.”
“Really? I don’t believe you. My tolerance isn’t bad either. Tonight, I’ll make sure to outdrink you!”
“Bring it on, then! Let’s keep going!”
[Ding—Host’s mood detected: highly pleased and relaxed. Reward: 2 million.]
The six of them continued drinking, chatting, occasionally singing a song or playing drinking games.
...
By 1 a.m., the three girls were thoroughly flushed, each clinging to their respective male companions.
Though they’d consumed a staggering amount of alcohol and seemed thoroughly drunk, none of them had actually passed out.
After all, professional drinking companions had to hold their liquor—if they collapsed before the clients, they’d be out of a job.
Their current state was likely an act. Sure, their faces were red from the alcohol, but they were far from vomiting.
Su Yang gently pushed Luo Xue off his chest and asked, “Xuexue, you drunk yet?”
“Mmm? A little dizzy~”
“Then move aside for a sec—I need to use the restroom.”
Hearing this, Luo Xue’s eyes darted mischievously as she tilted her head up to look at him. “Need my help?”
“Huh? I’m going to the bathroom, not fixing one. What exactly would you be helping with?”
“I’ll keep you company! What if you’re too drunk and fall over?”
Su Yang scratched his temple and chuckled. “Nah, I’m good. Besides, I can’t go with someone watching—not my style.”
“Aww, Boss Su~ Are you shy?” Luo Xue sat up and tugged at his arm, swaying coquettishly.
“Seriously, no need. You stay here and have a drink with the others. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for her to protest, Su Yang stood and headed for the restroom.
Luo Xue bit her lip, watching his retreating figure with an unreadable expression.
‘Damn, these girls are way too forward!’
Truthfully, Su Yang wasn’t actually shy or being polite—he just knew that with Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo still in the room, bringing Luo Xue along would inevitably lead to an awkward situation.
Even though the bathroom was some distance from the seating area, lingering too long would raise suspicions.
‘Whatever. Not worth overthinking.’ He shook off the thought and stepped inside.
Two minutes later, he emerged just as his phone rang.
Pulling it out, he frowned. “Huh? Who’s calling this late?”
He answered, and a familiar, icy voice came through.
“Where are you?”
“Out drinking with Old Meng and Fatty Liu. What’s up?”
“Drinking?”
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t invite me?”
“Well… We had some business earlier, and by the time we wrapped up, it was already pretty late. Didn’t want to bother you.”
“Fine. Anyway, my brother invited us over for dinner the day after tomorrow. Did he tell you?”
“He did.”
“Good. Just checking.” There was a brief pause before the voice continued, now laced with the faintest hint of a whine. “I’m hungry.”
“Hungry? Where are you?”
“Home.”
“Your place or your parents’?”
“Mine.”
“Alright, I’ll swing by later and make you something.”
“Mhm. Congratulations on giving the correct answer~”
“Any rewards for that?”
“You’ll find out when you get here.”
“Heh, sounds good. But do you even have groceries?” Su Yang teased.
“No. Just noodles and some frozen seafood.”
After a moment’s thought, he replied, “That’ll do. See you soon.”
“Mm. I’ll be waiting.”
The call ended, and Su Yang checked the time with a small smile.
He quickly returned to the couch, where Luo Xue immediately grabbed his hand and snuggled back into his embrace.
“Boss Su~ Want a massage?”
“A massage?”
“I’m really good at it. There’s a massage room in the private suite—want me to show you my skills?”
Su Yang considered it briefly before shaking his head. “No need. I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Huh? You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, something came up at home.”
“What’s so urgent that you have to go back this late? Why not just stay the night here~”
“Can’t. Everyone else I could brush off, but this one’s non-negotiable.”
“Who is it? Your dad?”
Su Yang leveled her with a cool stare. “Don’t you think you’re asking a few too many questions?”
The sharpness in his tone snapped Luo Xue back to reality—she was just a drinking companion, and he was clearly a man of status.
She pressed her lips together awkwardly. “Sorry, Boss Su. I overstepped.”
“No worries. C’mon, one last drink.”
“Sure thing~”
The two poured another round of drinks, and Su Yang stood up, glancing at Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo. "Old Meng, Fatty, you guys keep having fun. I gotta bounce."
"Huh?" Liu Bo blinked, quickly lifting Little Ying’s leg off his lap as he got up. "Where the hell are you going this late?"
"Yeah, Su Yang, it’s already past midnight. What’s up? Need backup or something?"
Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "Nah, nothing serious. Qianqian called."
Hearing this, Meng Wenzhou’s eyes darted slyly as he probed, "So… she’s summoning you?"
"Yep. Says she’s hungry and wants me to whip up some midnight snacks. Otherwise, I’d totally be down to hang here with you guys."
"Damn. Well, her word’s basically an imperial decree—no way you’re skipping that. Better hurry."
Liu Bo caught on and smirked, giving Su Yang a knowing look. "If it’s the missus calling, who am I to stand in your way? We’ll regroup at Meng’s place the day after tomorrow."
"Deal. Alright, I’m out. Have fun."
"Let me walk you out, Yang."
"Nah, no need. I know my way." Su Yang waved him off.
"Fine. Gonna miss you, bro."
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Oh, before I go—got a task for you."
"Oh? What’s up?"
"Since we’ve all got free time coming up, scout some spots for a road trip. Plan something solid."
"Oho! Now we’re talking. Consider it done." Liu Bo thumped his chest with a grin.
"Good. Enjoy the night, guys. I’m out."
"Later!"
With a final nod, Su Yang turned and strode briskly out of the private room.
......
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
