Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! Since you put it that way, we’ve got to hear your amazing singing today."
"Can you actually sing?" Pan Ning asked Su Yang.
"A little bit," he replied.
"Then go ahead and sing one," she urged.
Meng Wenzhou grinned. "My little sister’s asking you to sing—aren’t you gonna go for it?"
Seeing everyone’s eyes on him, Su Yang dropped the act. "Alright, I’ll give it a shot?"
"Go for it!"
"Sing us a song!"
Their voices caught the attention of a table of girls sitting outside the window.
One of them stood up and peered inside. "Who’s gonna sing?"
"Him!" Meng Wenzhou and the others immediately pointed at Su Yang.
Su Yang cleared his throat with a theatrical cough. "Fine, I’ll show you what I’ve got today."
With that, he stood up, vaulted over the windowsill, and landed outside.
"Whoa!! This handsome guy’s about to serenade us—everyone, give him a round of applause!" Liu Bo egged on from inside.
The tourists outside played along, clapping enthusiastically, reigniting the previously subdued atmosphere.
"Welcome, welcome!"
"Wow, he really is good-looking!" one girl exclaimed, staring at Su Yang as he landed outside.
"Damn, this guy looks like he can sing!"
"Not necessarily. Probably just trying to show off in front of all these girls."
"Showing off still takes skill. If he’s got nothing, would he dare come out here?"
"Let’s just listen and see how he does."
Su Yang scanned the crowd on the beach, cleared his throat, and smiled. "Everyone, I just heard this lovely lady sing something really moving, and I couldn’t resist joining in."
"This guy’s got charm. So, what are you gonna sing?"
"How about 'The Ordinary Road'?"
"Whoa, yes! Perfect!"
Su Yang chuckled, then turned and walked over to the table of girls, stopping in front of the one holding a guitar.
She was already watching him.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed from drinking, and she wore light makeup. Her long, wavy hair was dyed a deep purple, and she had on a white cropped top paired with a light blue miniskirt.
Her nose was sharp, her brows arched delicately, and her eyes were the classic peach-blossom shape, with a tiny beauty mark near the outer corner of her right eye.
Su Yang didn’t even have time to mentally call up his system for a scan. Instead, he approached her table politely. "Mind if I borrow your guitar?"
"Of course," she replied with a bright smile, handing it over.
Su Yang took the guitar, sat cross-legged on the sand, and began tuning it.
Everyone fell silent, eager to hear how this unexpected performer would sound.
Even Pan Ning leaned against the windowsill, resting her chin on her arms as she watched Su Yang with interest.
"Pan Pan, your boyfriend can sing too? Racing, singing—he’s got some talent," Shen Yixue teased from beside her.
Pan Ning blinked, then shot her a glare. "Who told you he’s my boyfriend?"
Shen Yixue stuck out her tongue. "Ziming and Liu Bo whispered it to me."
"What exactly did they say?" Pan Ning turned to Zhang Ziming and Liu Bo.
The two immediately pretended not to hear, staring up at the ceiling.
"What’s going on?" Meng Wenzhou leaned in, intrigued.
"Can I say it?" Shen Yixue whispered.
"Spit it out!" Pan Ning raised her voice deliberately.
"Well… they told me they saw you holding Su Yang’s arm, like, really intimately."
"That’s their story! I don’t know anything!" Shen Yixue quickly distanced herself.
"Pfft, is that all?" Meng Wenzhou rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette. To him, this was nothing—just young people being young.
Still, it confirmed what he’d already suspected.
Pan Ning didn’t bother explaining further. After all, she had been holding Su Yang’s arm earlier.
Outside, Su Yang began to sing.
He sat with his legs crossed, cradling the guitar, eyes lightly closed.
His fingers plucked the strings, and the opening notes of "The Ordinary Road" filled the air.
"Wandering, on the road, are you leaving? Via, via."
"Fragile yet proud, that was once my reflection too."
"Boiling, restless."
"Where are you going? Via, via."
The moment the first few lines left his lips, the crowd’s initial surprise melted into pure enjoyment.
Even the guy who’d doubted him earlier shut his mouth, eyes wide as he stared at Su Yang.
"Damn, this is amazing."
"Shh, just listen!"
As Su Yang’s voice carried over the beach, everyone swayed gently to the music.
"The Ordinary Road" was perfect for a setting like this, and Su Yang’s rendition was uncannily close to the original—if not better.
With the system’s "Song God" skill enhancing his voice, every note resonated flawlessly.
Three minutes later, the song ended.
The crowd wore expressions of bliss.
"Encore!" Liu Bo, swept up in the moment, stood inside the window and roared, clapping wildly.
His shout snapped everyone out of their daze, and applause erupted.
"Song god! That was incredible!"
"Are you a professional singer?"
"Seriously, it’s like you outdid the original!"
Su Yang basked in the praise internally. 'System, this skill came at the perfect time. Who says you can only show off by playing dumb? This kind of flex feels pretty great too.'
He looked around modestly. "You’re too kind. Alright, time to return the guitar and get back to drinking."
"Wait, handsome! One more song!"
"Please! You’re too good!"
Su Yang smiled and handed the guitar back to the girl.
She tilted her head, studying him with admiration.
"Sure you won’t sing another? You’re way better than me. Everyone wants more."
"Yeah, one more!" her friends chorused, eyes sparkling.
"Old Su, come on—everyone’s begging," Meng Wenzhou called from the window.
"Fine, fine. One more. Last one, though—after this, I charge," Su Yang joked.
"Tell you what, I’ll take requests like this lady did. Name a song, and I’ll sing it."
"Really?"
"As long as it’s not too obscure."
"Can you do Cantonese?"
Su Yang thought, 'I could sing in Bengali if you asked.'
Just then, a guy with a Jay Chou-style goatee and a slightly rough voice stood up. "Hey, man, forget Cantonese—can you do Jay’s 'Stuck in the Past'? 'I poisoned my aunt, and I regret it!'"
"Shut up!" The crowd groaned at his terrible singing.
Su Yang laughed. "'Stuck in the Past'? Sure, I love that one too."
He spoke and then sat back down on the sand to sing again.
A few more minutes passed, and the final note faded away.
Under Su Yang's soul-stirring voice, several girls silently shed tears.
Clap clap clap—
Everyone applauded Su Yang wholeheartedly.
"Pan Ning, your boyfriend is amazing! I thought he was just decent at singing earlier, but I never expected him to be this professional. Not many people can do Jay Chou's songs justice."
Shen Yixue's eyes were also misty as she looked at Su Yang.
[Ding! Detected Shen Yixue's favorability toward the host has increased to 30. Reward: 300,000.]
—Huh? Shen Yixue's favorability actually went up?
This surprised Su Yang a little, but since the favorability was only at 30—close friends usually range between 50 and 60—he quickly dismissed it as nothing unusual.
"Alright, I’m really done singing this time. Hope you all enjoy the rest of the night."
Su Yang handed the guitar back to the girl from earlier.
She smiled as she took it. "What’s your name, handsome?"
"Su Yang."
"Nice to meet you, Su Yang. I’m Tang Ziyun."
Tang Ziyun held the guitar with one hand and extended the other toward Su Yang.
With a bright grin, Su Yang shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you too."
—System.
[Tang Ziyun, Age: 23]
[Height: 168cm]
[Weight: 54kg]
[Appearance: 90]
[Figure: 90]
[Romantic History: 1, Currently Single]
—Damn, another top-tier beauty!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
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.”
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?"
