"Ten," Liu Bo grinned.
Meng Wenzhou turned his head to glance at the people in the living room. Currently, besides their group of guys, there were seven girls: Pan Ning, Shen Yixue, Meng Qianyu, Xia Li, Tang Ziyun, Su Qingci, and Wang Xiaoyan.
With ten more coming later, there would be a total of seventeen today. Aside from Wang Xiaoyan and Han Xiaoyu, the other fifteen were all beauties with a score of 85 or above. Who could handle that?
Although Han Xiaoyu didn't reach 85, her score of 83 was practically no different from an 85. Only Wang Xiaoyan, at a 70, was significantly inferior.
"Awesome, Old Su!" Meng Wenzhou looked at Su Yang and blinked.
Su Yang picked up the coffee on the nearby bar counter, took a sip, and smiled. "We're all friends. I invited everyone I have a decent relationship with."
"So these seventeen people are pretty much all the girls you know? They all came?" Zhang Ziming asked.
"Not exactly. There are a few who didn't come, like my ex-girlfriend. Of course, I simply had no intention of inviting her. Then there's Ye Wan, Jiang Yuxin, Mao Xiaorong, and Xia Keke, who couldn't make it for various reasons. The rest are basically just acquaintances I've met once, or people I only have on WeChat, so I didn't invite them."
"That's already incredibly impressive!" Zhang Ziming gave Su Yang a thumbs up.
Hearing Zhang Ziming's praise, Su Yang suddenly remembered there was another girl he hadn't invited, and one he had a bit of history with at that. 'Damn, I forgot about Lin Yiyi... Whatever, she wouldn't be suited to appear here anyway. Let's just leave it at that.'
"Old Su, there should be some people coming later that we know, right?" Meng Wenzhou turned his head and asked.
Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, don't you guys know Little Lu? There's also Ren Lingxi, who we hung out with in Licheng, and Zhong Qing from our group chat."
"Oh right, almost forgot about her."
As they were chatting, Su Yang's phone rang.
He picked it up, took a look, and smiled. "Little Lu is here. I'll go out and receive her."
"Let's all go." Meng Wenzhou and the others smiled and followed Su Yang outside.
Stepping outside the courtyard, the open space at the entrance was already fully parked with cars.
Besides Su Yang's own Cullinan, there was Liu Bo's Maybach, Ji Bo's M4, Xia Li's Panamera, and Meng Wenzhou's Aventador SVJ.
The open space at the entrance could barely fit five cars. Zhang Ziming's car had already been parked in a nearby alley just a moment ago.
At this moment, a white Audi A4L slowly drove over from the right side. Su Yang walked to the front, waving and shouting, "Little Lu, over here!"
Lu Yun slowed down the car, stuck her head out to look at Su Yang, and laughed loudly, "Su Yang!!"
"Ah, there's no more space to park here. You might need to park in the alley next to us. Wait, hold on." As Su Yang spoke, he turned to look inside the courtyard, then waved his hand. "Little Lu, drive into the courtyard and park."
"Is it easy to park inside?"
"Parking two or three cars is no problem. Drive in first."
"Alright."
Lu Yun turned the steering wheel to the left. The few guys standing at the entrance had already noticed a beautiful stranger sitting in the passenger seat.
Su Yang saw her too. He bent down, waved, and smiled, "Little Yu, why aren't you saying anything!"
"Brother Su Yang, I was thinking of greeting you after I got out of the car."
"Haha, alright, park the car first." Su Yang said, guiding Lu Yun to drive the car into the courtyard and pull over.
The guys immediately followed them inside.
The car engine turned off, and Lu Yun and Xia Zhiyu opened their doors and stepped out.
Lu Yun's outfit was the same as always, a very girl-next-door style. She wore a grey puff-sleeve top paired with a short denim skort. On her feet were a pair of black round-toe leather shoes, and a small white crossbody bag hung over her shoulder.
Xia Zhiyu's outfit was even simpler: a white printed bear T-shirt paired with denim hot pants.
She rarely wore such short pants or skirts normally, except, of course, when her previous job required it.
Her usual daily wear consisted of a T-shirt and ordinary straight-leg jeans or a long dress. Today, it was only under Lu Yun's persuasion that she put on a slightly sexy pair of short hot pants.
She was already tall, standing at a height of 173 cm, and coupled with her near-perfect body proportions, her two long, straight, and radiantly white legs made the guys nearby swallow hard repeatedly.
Zhang Ziming deliberately rubbed his neck, tilted his head, and walked over to Meng Wenzhou's side, whispering, "Top tier!"
Meng Wenzhou didn't reply, his eyes staring blankly as he scanned Xia Zhiyu and Lu Yun's long legs.
"Brother Su Yang, long time no see," Xia Zhiyu walked up to Su Yang with a radiant smile and greeted him.
She looked even more lively than the last time.
Su Yang couldn't resist pinching her cheek and smiled, "Come, Little Yu, let me introduce you to a few of my friends."
"Oh, okay." Xia Zhiyu followed Su Yang to stand in front of Meng Wenzhou and the others.
Su Yang introduced them one by one. The guys feigned a reserved smile and reached out their hands, "Little Yu, right? Nice to meet you."
Lu Yun knew the guys and was actually quite familiar with them, so she had already greeted them first right after getting out of the car.
After a brief round of introductions, the group returned indoors.
Since there were still some people inside who didn't know Xia Zhiyu, Su Yang pulled her along and introduced her once again.
Xia Li, however, knew her. In fact, if it weren't for her, Su Yang and Xia Zhiyu would never have met.
"Little Yu, do you still remember me?" Xia Li smiled as she stood up, walked over to Xia Zhiyu, and held her hand.
Xia Zhiyu smiled and nodded. "Of course, Sister Xia."
"Haha, I thought you'd forgotten about me. How is your work going at Su Yang's restaurant now?"
"It's going very well. I've also met a lot of good friends, like Sister Little Lu."
"That's good. By the way, if you ever don't want to work there anymore, come find me anytime. We have each other on WeChat, you know what I mean~" Xia Li leaned close to Xia Zhiyu and whispered with a laugh.
However, Su Yang still overheard her words. He stepped forward and said, "Why are you trying to poach my Little Yu again?"
"What are you talking about? If she comes to my place, wouldn't she still be working under you? It's mainly because there's more room for development at Star Spirit."
"Just let her be wherever she likes."
"Fine."
...
"Little Lu!"
Tang Ziyun, who had just come out of the restroom, immediately spotted Lu Yun sitting next to Pan Ning.
She ran over with a beaming smile and sat down, "Long time no see!"
"Little Tang! Oh my, it really has been a long time."
"Right? How have you been lately?"
Tang Ziyun pulled Lu Yun into a conversation. Su Yang received another message and looked at everyone. "You guys keep chatting. Someone else is here, I'll go receive them."
As Su Yang spoke, he glanced at Meng Wenzhou and the others. The guys understood the hint and immediately followed.
"Old Su, you're quite something. You know so many beautiful women but didn't invite them out earlier to introduce to us."
"Wasn't it because I was busy with all sorts of things and didn't have time?"
"This Little Yu is really something! Her looks and figure are absolutely killer!" Liu Bo walked to the door, still tilting his head to look back into the living room.
"Stop looking. There are more beauties coming later. I'll let you guys feast your eyes today," Su Yang laughed, pulling Liu Bo out the door.
"Good, good, good! Coming here today was definitely worth it!"
The group chatted idly as they walked to the entrance, just as a Mercedes-Benz GLC300 slowly pulled up.
"Is this the car?" Ji Bo asked.
Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, it should be. It's my first time seeing this car too."
As they spoke, the GLC had already reached them. With a single glance, Su Yang spotted Gu Xiaoman and Zhao Mengrou inside.
"Hello there, my two lovely sisters!" He walked forward with a beaming smile and rested his hand on the edge of the car window.
"You finally found it in your heart to invite us out, huh," Gu Xiaoman said with a laugh, shooting Su Yang a playful glare.
"What do you mean 'finally found it in your heart,' my good sister? You're completely wronging me here."
Watching Su Yang joke around with the mature, sexy beauty in the driver's seat, Meng Wenzhou and the others standing in the back shook their heads and started gossiping.
Ji Bo narrowed his eyes slightly. "Do you guys think Brother Yang has ever played hide-and-seek with these two beauties in the car?"
Zhang Ziming grinned. "What do you think?"
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
