"Do you think they'll succeed this time?" Zhong Qing continued, nibbling on a snack platter.
Tang Ziyun shook her head. "I don't think it'll be easy, especially that girl in the bodycon skirt. She doesn't look like the type who's easily fooled."
"What if my brother uses his 'money magic'?" Meng Qianyu joked.
Tang Ziyun paused. "Uh... then pretend I never said anything."
Su Yang glanced at the opposite side, picked up the whiskey bottle on the table, and poured drinks for everyone. "Come on, let's have our drinks and not mind them."
"Sounds good, let's drink."
On the other side, Meng Wenzhou, Liu Bo, and the other two pretended to be new customers, making a detour from the other side of the bar and walking along the direction of the main entrance to sit at the table opposite the two girls.
Only three or four meters separated the two tables.
The four of them were in no hurry. They first sat down, ordered a few drinks, then took out cigarettes, lit them, and started chatting in low voices.
Meng Wenzhou's position had his left side facing the two girls sitting together.
Why not sit facing them directly? Because he was very aware that his profile was more handsome than his full face.
Indeed, Meng Wenzhou was originally the best-looking among the group besides Su Yang. His facial features were well-defined—a high nose bridge, large eyes, with slightly deep-set eye sockets. This kind of appearance did look more attractive from the side.
Meng Wenzhou leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, doing his best to display his handsome profile. He deliberately held his cigarette with his left hand, which was wearing a Richard Mille watch.
A strand of hair fell across his forehead, and coupled with his slightly older age, he exuded a mature, masculine charm.
Liu Bo and Ji Bo sat directly opposite the two girls, while Zhang Ziming sat on the other side.
Zhang Ziming took a drag of his cigarette and whispered to Meng Wenzhou, "So? You're sure you don't need me to give you some tips?"
Meng Wenzhou shook his head slightly. "I was hitting on girls while you guys were still playing in the mud. Do I need your tips?"
Zhang Ziming laughed. "Then how are you planning to make your move?"
"I'm not. I'll wait for them to make a move on me."
Zhang Ziming: "..."
He smiled helplessly and turned to look at Liu Bo and Ji Bo, who were staring straight at the two girls opposite.
"Hey! Can you two stop staring so blatantly? You'll easily come off as creeps."
Ji Bo scratched his head. "Oh, right, couldn't help it. Won't look anymore, won't look."
Liu Bo chuckled. "I just took a quick glance."
"Old Meng doesn't need my help, but do you two need it?"
Liu Bo shook his head. "I don't need it either. My motto is: if it works, it works; if it doesn't, forget it."
Zhang Ziming gave Liu Bo a thumbs-up. "You're something. How about you?" He looked at Ji Bo and asked.
Ji Bo smiled faintly. "I need help~"
While they were discussing strategies, the two girls opposite had naturally noticed the four guys at the table in front of them.
The two drank and whispered to each other.
The girl in the bodycon skirt asked quietly, "Taozi, see them? Two of them are quite good-looking."
The girl named Taozi nodded with a smile. "Feifei, you're not thinking of asking for their WeChat again, are you?"
"What do you mean 'again'? I haven't asked that many guys for their WeChat."
"Then what's your idea?"
The girl named Feifei rolled her eyes and whispered, "Let's observe a bit more. I think the guy in the black T-shirt is pretty good, very much my type."
"And look at the watch on his left hand."
Taozi looked up and frowned. "What watch? I don't really know about these things."
"Do you know Richard Mille?"
Taozi stuck out her tongue and shook her head. "No idea~"
Feifei sighed helplessly. "If that watch of his is real, it costs at least three or four million."
"How much??!"
...
Over on Meng Wenzhou's side, Zhang Ziming anxiously glanced at the other three. "I say, are you three really just here to drink? Make a move! What are you just sitting here for?"
"Especially you! Weren't you just saying how regrettable it was? Now the target is right in front of you, so take action!"
Zhang Ziming looked at Ji Bo, his tone full of exasperation.
"Let me psych myself up a bit more."
Zhang Ziming shook his head. "I've been explaining the plan to you for ages, and you're still psyching yourself up? I really can't with you. You chicken out at the crucial moment."
Meng Wenzhou chimed in, "Don't be so impatient. They just got here too; they won't leave right away."
Liu Bo shook his head, took a deep breath. "Then I'll go first. I've already figured out how to start."
Meng Wenzhou looked at Liu Bo. "You hold on too. Wait for them to come over."
"Huh? Wait, Brother Meng, are you sure they'll come over?"
"Trust me. This time, I have a strong feeling. Three minutes at most, they'll definitely come over."
Liu Bo, who was ready to make his move, was persuaded by Meng Wenzhou's words and continued observing.
Zhang Ziming shook his head helplessly. "Fine, fine, sit. I'm timing it now. If they don't come over in three minutes, I'm going back. You guys can sit here slowly."
"Don't be like that, I'll need you later~"
Zhang Ziming gave Ji Bo a sidelong glance and didn't bother replying.
Just as the four were talking, the two girls opposite actually did make a move.
However, the girl named Taozi only stood up to make room. After Feifei, who was sitting on the inside, walked out, she sat back down.
"Whoa, are they really coming?" Liu Bo whispered upon seeing this.
Meng Wenzhou looked up and blinked, signaling Liu Bo not to be hasty. They continued chatting normally.
At that moment, Feifei walked over with a smile, swaying her slender waist.
She went straight to Meng Wenzhou's side. Before he could react, she covered her chest with one hand, bent down, and said, "Handsome, can I add your WeChat to get to know you?"
Meng Wenzhou pretended to be surprised, slightly turning and looking up. "What?"
"I said, can I add your WeChat, handsome?"
"Oh, WeChat? Of course you can. But miss, you are...?"
"Oh, I'm here for drinks too, with a friend. We're sitting at that table opposite." Feifei pointed at Taozi.
Meng Wenzhou turned to look and smiled. "That's your friend?"
"Yes~ Actually, I've been watching you guys for a while. I'm a pretty direct person. You don't mind, do you?"
Meng Wenzhou shook his head with a smile. "Of course not. I admire straightforward personalities like yours. We're young, right? Say what you mean, no beating around the bush. So, how about inviting your friend over to join us?"
"Sure! She's a bit shy, that's why I didn't call her earlier."
"It's fine. We're all easygoing."
"Okay." Feifei smiled and turned to wave at Taozi, who was still in her seat. "Taozi, come over~"
Taozi scratched her head awkwardly. "I better not~"
"Come on, what's wrong with getting to know some new friends? Hurry up."
"Oh, okay then."
"Bring our drinks over too."
"Okay~"
Soon, Taozi walked over carrying two cocktail glasses.
Liu Bo and Ji Bo immediately warmly invited the two girls to sit down.
...
Time passed quickly. Unknowingly, over an hour went by. At 12:20 AM, after Su Yang and Pan Ning easily finished the two bottles of whiskey, the group prepared to leave.
Su Qingci then turned to look in the direction of Meng Wenzhou and the others, but the group that had just been chatting was now nowhere to be seen.
Su Qingci was immediately taken aback. "Huh? Where did they go?"
Hearing this, the others also looked over at Meng Wenzhou's table.
"How come they're all gone?"
Just as they were saying this, the bar door opened, and Liu Bo, Ji Bo, and Zhang Ziming walked back in quickly.
As the three approached, Su Yang asked with a puzzled look, "What's going on with you guys? Where's Lao Meng?"
"He left with the girl in the bodycon skirt."
"He left?"
"Yeah, that girl was super forward. She said she was treating him to a late-night snack."
"What about the other one?"
"The other one took a cab back to the hotel by herself first."
Su Yang thought for a moment and looked at Liu Bo and Ji Bo. "So, you're saying the girl who went back to the hotel wasn't interested in you two?"
Liu Bo and Ji Bo exchanged a glance and shook their heads helplessly. "Ah, it's a long story. We suggested going for a late-night snack together, but she said she was tired and didn't want to go."
"Since she wasn't going, we couldn't very well tag along with Brother Meng, so we had no choice but to come back."
After listening, Meng Qianyu gave the two a sympathetic look. "Well, let's head back then. Keep trying, I believe you two will definitely find someone."
"Alright, let's retreat."
As they spoke, the group picked up their belongings and headed towards the bar.
After Zhong Qing settled the bill, everyone went to the roadside to hail cabs.
Over ten minutes later, everyone had returned to their respective rooms.
...
1:00 AM.
Inside room 1108, Pan Ning finished showering and walked out of the bathroom wearing a beige, sheer silk nightgown.
She rubbed her damp hair with a towel and looked at Su Yang, who was leaning on the sofa playing with his phone.
"Go take a shower, then we'll sleep."
"Sure thing," Su Yang agreed, standing up.
He looked at Pan Ning and suddenly remembered something. "Hey? Didn't you say this afternoon that you'd give me another massage tonight?"
Pan Ning rolled her eyes and said flatly, "Take your shower first, then we'll talk."
Su Yang grinned and quickly dashed into the bathroom. "Alright, five minutes."
...

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?"

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

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.”

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?"