Meng Qianyu: What do you mean?
Liu Bo: I thought it was just us old acquaintances, I didn't even dress up!! After all this time, there are beauties?
Meng Qianyu: Hehe, yeah, Brother Suyang said there are seven or eight of them.
Liu Bo: Damn!!
Meng Wenzhou: Hahahahaha, is Lao Pang regretting it now? This is the benefit of leaving the house late, hahaha, alright, since that's the case I'll dress up nicely, it seems today is more than just a normal friend gathering, hehe.
Ji Bo: ??? I'm already on my way.
Zhang Ziming: What's the situation? I haven't left the house yet.
Meng Wenzhou: Aren't you single now? Old Su invited a lot of beauties over today, understand?
Zhang Ziming: [Evil smirk]
Liu Bo: @Zhang Ziming, behave yourself, Yixue is also there.
Zhang Ziming: No, bro? I broke up.
Liu Bo: Even if you broke up, you should be careful, otherwise you'll look too desperate. Men need to be steady, you know? Just leave it to me to get to know the beauties.
Zhang Ziming: ???
Liu Bo: Do you guys think I should go home and change into a more handsome outfit? @Meng Wenzhou @Zhang Ziming @Ji Bo
Watching the boiling group chat, Pan Ning typed speechlessly: Change my foot! Hurry up and buy the alcohol!
Liu Bo: Oh, alright.
Su Qingci: [Covering mouth laughing]
Tang Ziyun: [Hahahaha]
While the group chat was lively, the sound of a car engine came from outside the courtyard.
Hearing the sound, Pan Ning tilted her head and said, Qianyu, go see if someone arrived.
Okay~ Meng Qianyu quickly got up and ran towards the courtyard gate.
She opened the courtyard gate, and a taxi pulled up and stopped at the entrance.
Then a man and a woman stepped out of the car. The guy looked a bit chubby with an average face, looking very honest and simple at first glance. The girl had an average appearance and dressed quite ordinarily.
The two were exactly Song Anquan and Wang Xiaoyan.
Seeing this, Meng Qianyu was stunned and thought to herself: Huh? Who are these two?
As she was thinking, Song Anquan and Wang Xiaoyan also saw Meng Qianyu at the courtyard gate.
Before he arrived, he had sent a WeChat message to Su Yang, and Su Yang told him to just knock on the door.
Song Anquan looked at the fairy-like beauty in front of him, gathered his courage, stepped forward and asked, Uh... Hello beautiful, may I ask if this is Su Yang's house?
Su... Yes, and you are?
Oh, that's good. I'm Su Yang's good brother, Song Anquan. We grew up playing together since childhood, and this is my wife, Wang Xiaoyan.
Hello beautiful. Wang Xiaoyan looked at Meng Qianyu and smiled with a nod.
Hello, hello. Since you are Brother Su Yang's friends, please come in quickly.
Okay.
Song Anquan took Wang Xiaoyan's hand and followed Meng Qianyu into the courtyard. As soon as he entered, he saw two other top-tier beauties sitting in the courtyard.
Holy crap!! This brother of mine is pretty awesome! Keeping mistresses in a golden house, and there are three of them! Song Anquan thought to himself and secretly swallowed.
Pan Ning and Shen Yixue also stood up and walked forward after seeing the newcomers.
Meng Qianyu took the lead and introduced them, Sister, these two are Brother Su Yang's friends.
Yes, yes, I'm his childhood friend. Song Anquan smiled.
Hearing this, Pan Ning knew who he was. Su Yang had told her yesterday that a childhood friend of his would come, the same person whose wedding Su Yang had previously attended.
Oh, hello, my name is Pan Ning, Su Yang's girlfriend.
Oh? You are my brother's girlfriend? I'm Song Anquan, and this is my wife Wang Xiaoyan. Hello, sister-in-law.
Wang Xiaoyan followed up, Hello, sister-in-law.
No, no, no, don't call me sister-in-law, just call me Panpan.
Okay.
At this time, Shen Yixue stepped forward, reached out a hand to the two of them, and jokingly said, Hello, I am also Su Yang's girlfriend, my name is Shen Yixue.
Song Anquan, who had just reached out to shake hands with Shen Yixue, was immediately stunned, his right hand suspended in mid-air: Ah... ah??!
Don't listen to her nonsense, she's joking, Pan Ning explained from the side.
Oh, hahaha, okay, okay, hello, hello.
Meng Qianyu realized she hadn't told the two her name yet. She rolled her eyes, looked at the two, and smiled, My name is Meng Qianyu, I am also Brother Su Yang's girlfrie...
Before she could say the word friend, Pan Ning glared at her face, and Meng Qianyu immediately shut her mouth, Hehe, just joking with you guys, come inside and sit.
Okay, sorry to trouble you three great beauties.
You're welcome. The three of them led Song Anquan and Wang Xiaoyan into the house.
Pan Ning looked at the two: I'll just call you Anquan and Xiaoyan, okay?
Alright, Sister Pan.
Have a seat, what would you like to drink?
No need to trouble yourself, we're not thirsty.
Don't be polite, I'll get you two bottles of cola.
Pan Ning said as she walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out two bottles of cola, came to the sofa, and handed them to the two.
By the way, Su Yang went out to take his motorcycle license test, he should be back soon. Just sit and hang out for a while. Qianyu, turn on the TV.
Alright.
She's my cousin. Pan Ning looked at Song Anquan and smiled.
Oh, I was just thinking that you two look a bit alike.
Really? Meng Qianyu smiled.
Yeah, both very pretty. Song Anquan rubbed his hands together, looking slightly constrained.
Hehe, of course, your girlfriend... oh wait, your wife is also very pretty.
Sister Qianyu is too polite.
Don't call me sister, we should be about the same age, right?
Song Anquan smiled: I'm 24.
Then you are older than me. I'm 23, just call me Qianyu.
Alright.
Are you and Brother Su Yang the same age? Meng Qianyu asked.
No, I'm younger than him. I just turned 24 this March, he'll be 25 in November.
Oh, I see.
While they were chatting, Pan Ning's WeChat chimed. She picked it up, took a look, and said, The fatty is here.
Is he? I don't see anyone. Meng Qianyu tilted her head and looked towards the courtyard gate.
He hasn't been here before, go receive him.
Okay. Meng Qianyu turned around and jogged out the door.
As soon as she ran out the door, she saw a Maybach GLS600 driving over.
Meng Qianyu walked to the side of the road and waved: Over here.
Liu Bo stuck his head out the car window and smiled: Hello there Qianyu.
Drive over and park here.
Alright.
Liu Bo quickly drove the car to the courtyard gate and parked it next to the Cullinan.
He ran out of the car and smiled: Qianyu! How did you get even prettier?
Meng Qianyu pursed her lips and smiled: Haven't I always been pretty?
Even prettier than before. Liu Bo chuckled.
Brother Pang, you're getting better and better at sweet-talking.
Hehe, right?
By the way, where's the alcohol?
In the trunk. Liu Bo said as he looked up at the house in the courtyard and added: Yo, this little house is built quite nicely. I thought he made one of those courtyards built with wood, turns out it's a small villa.
My Brother Yang sure knows how to enjoy life.
As they were talking, Song Anquan walked out from inside the house.
He heard Pan Ning say that Liu Bo bought a lot of alcohol, so he volunteered to come out and help carry it.
Seeing an unfamiliar face appear, Liu Bo was stunned: Uh... who is this brother?
"Oh, right, this is Brother Su Yang's childhood friend, Song Anquan."
"Oh?" Liu Bo smiled, stepping forward with his hand outstretched. "Nice to meet you, bro. I'm Brother Yang's good buddy, Liu Bo."
As soon as Song Anquan walked out of the courtyard gate, he spotted the Maybach GLS600 parked next to the Cullinan. He was very familiar with cars now, capable of recognizing almost any brand and model at a single glance.
Seeing that car, he immediately knew the visitor was a wealthy man.
"Ah, hello, hello. I'm Song Anquan," he said politely, stepping up to shake Liu Bo's hand.
"Haha, that's quite the name! Since you're good friends with Brother Yang, I won't stand on ceremony with you. I'll just call you Old Song, alright?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Hehe, you can just call me Fatty. Eh? Though it seems you aren't exactly skinny yourself, huh?" Liu Bo looked Song Anquan up and down.
"Hahaha, I am indeed a bit chubby," Song Anquan laughed sheepishly, rubbing his head.
"Ah, whatever. Just call me Fatty or Brother Bo, and I'll call you Old Song. We'll just keep it casual."
"Sounds good!"
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
