Meng Wenzhou lit a cigarette, glanced at the group, and smiled. "Then I'll start. Out of all the girls who showed up today, considering all aspects overall, who do you guys think is the best?"
"Are you talking about looks or figure?" Zhang Ziming asked.
"Didn't I just say? An overall comparison: looks, figure, outfits, and so on."
"If it's overall..." Zhang Ziming looked up, thinking for a moment before saying, "If we're just going by the vibe they gave me today, I think it should be Little Lu."
"Oh?" Hearing this, everyone turned their heads to look at Zhang Ziming.
Meng Wenzhou laughed. "I thought you would pick Yixue."
Zhang Ziming rolled his eyes at Meng Wenzhou. "We broke up, alright? And even if we hadn't, to be honest... Ah, never mind, I won't say it. Otherwise, you guys will backstab me again later."
Zhang Ziming had been "backstabbed" by Su Yang, Meng Wenzhou, and the others a few times before, so he was a bit wary.
Liu Bo laughed. "Oh come on, don't leave us hanging. We swear, whatever we talk about right now absolutely will not leave this room. Until the day we die, only the six of us will know. Whoever leaks a word will never make a dime again."
The others nodded with a smile. "Deal."
Seeing that everyone had actually made such a ruthless oath, Zhang Ziming took a drag of his cigarette, nodded, and smiled. "Alright then. Real men keep their word."
"Oh, don't worry. Hurry up and tell us."
Zhang Ziming thought for a second and continued his previous thought. "What I mean is, even though Yixue is very pretty, if you put her among these dozen or so girls, based purely on looks, I don't think she would make the top five."
After saying this, he looked at the guys staring at him and added, "I'm just calling it as I see it. After all, everyone's aesthetic preferences are different. But I also need to clarify one thing: I'm not saying Yixue is inferior to them. It's just that the other girls are a bit too ridiculously gorgeous. You know what I mean?"
Su Yang and the others exchanged a smile. "We get it."
"That's good then. Anyway, regarding Old Meng's question from earlier, based on what I saw today, I personally think Little Lu ranks first."
After Zhang Ziming finished speaking, the others nodded and, with the exception of Song Anquan, all took a drag from their cigarettes in unison.
"You're not interested in Little Lu, are you?" Liu Bo turned his head, winking with a grin.
Zhang Ziming shook his head. "Not at all. Mostly because anyone with eyes can tell who Little Lu likes, so I'm not going to get involved. I'm just purely answering Old Meng's question."
At this moment, Song Anquan asked blankly, "Who does she like?"
The group turned to look at him. "You don't know?"
"I have no idea! I couldn't even tell she liked anyone. It couldn't be my bro, could it?" Song Anquan subconsciously looked at Su Yang.
The others smiled silently. "Hehe, congratulations, you guessed right."
"Holy crap? Bro, you... I'm jealous!"
"You're jealous?" Liu Bo tilted his head, looking at Song Anquan and raising his voice.
"Uh... didn't we agree not to tell anyone what we say today?"
"Hahaha, just messing with you. Who wouldn't be jealous? Never mind Little Lu; out of the dozen or so girls here today, besides your wife, they probably all like Brother Yang."
Song Anquan, whose face was already full of envy, suddenly froze. "......"
"Alright, you can stay shocked for a bit. It's my turn to answer Brother Meng's question." Liu Bo picked up his beer, took a sip, and said slowly, "I think today's best should be Lingxi... hehe."
"I knew exactly who you'd pick, you rascal," Meng Wenzhou laughed.
"It's mainly because Lingxi is just too incredibly beautiful. Even though her figure isn't as killer as some of the others, I still choose her."
"Okay, so that's one vote for Lingxi, one vote for Little Lu. What about the rest of you?" Meng Wenzhou looked at Su Yang and the others, asking with a smile.
Ji Bo raised his hand at this point and said, "I think today's absolute number one is that beauty named Little Yu. Those long legs of hers..." Ji Bo suddenly swallowed hard as he spoke.
The others shot him a look of disgust. "Look at you, so hopeless."
"Hehe, my bad."
"What about Old Su? Oh, right, you can't let personal feelings influence your choice."
Su Yang naturally knew what Meng Wenzhou meant. He nodded. "If I were to choose... how should I put it? Even without mixing in personal feelings, I would still pick Pan Pan."
"Holy crap? Really?" Zhang Ziming said, stunned.
Su Yang smiled and said, "Yeah, really. Old Meng said overall, right? I admit that based on looks alone, no one can shake Lingxi's position. But if we're comparing overall, first of all, Pan Pan's looks aren't far behind Lingxi or Little Su, and her figure is even better than most of the girls. Plus, if we're talking about legs, I don't think anyone can compare to her. So, my choice is still Pan Pan."
After hearing Su Yang's explanation, Meng Wenzhou and the others exchanged glances and nodded. Zhang Ziming said, "If you put it that way, I guess that's true."
"Right?" Su Yang picked up the drink in front of him and downed it in one gulp.
"Not bad. What about Anquan?" Meng Wenzhou looked at Song Anquan.
Ji Bo tilted his head and said, "Old Song, just like Brother Yang, you can't bring personal feelings into this either."
Song Anquan scratched his head and laughed. "I know my own wife. She looks relatively ordinary, and she definitely can't compare to these beauties today. Of course, I'm only talking about looks, I have to emphasize that."
"Understood. Go on."
Song Anquan exhaled and said, "If we're talking overall, combining looks and figure, I think it's Han Xiaoyu..."
"Who?" Liu Bo asked, his eyes wide.
"Han Xiaoyu, obviously."
"Whoa, I get it now. When you say looks and figure, a huge chunk of that percentage must be figure, right? Hahaha."
Liu Bo's words made Song Anquan blush. He smiled awkwardly. "That is indeed part of the reason."
"Hahaha, alright, fair enough. I really didn't expect Han Xiaoyu to be picked. But then again, there really is no set standard for this kind of thing. Everyone's taste is different. Maybe Xiaoyu just perfectly fits Anquan's aesthetic, plus her explosive... you know... so it's normal to pick her," Meng Wenzhou laughed.
Song Anquan rubbed his nose and said, "I guess so."
"Alright, we've all made our choices. Your turn." Su Yang looked at Meng Wenzhou.
Meng Wenzhou took out his own cigarettes, passed them around, lit one, and said slowly, "Let me think. If I have to choose, I think... man, this is really tough. All these girls are gorgeous, each with their own style. Pull any one of them out and she'd be movie-lead material."
"But if I absolutely had to pick today's best, I'm with Fatty. I choose Lingxi."
"Damn, I thought there wouldn't be a winner today. After all that, Lingxi still takes the crown," Zhang Ziming laughed.
"Actually, I wanted to pick Little Su. Based on looks alone, she and Lingxi should be first and second place in my eyes. But Lingxi is a bit more curvaceous, and I personally prefer girls with a bit more meat on their bones, hehe. So I choose Lingxi."
"Hahaha, alright, alright. Then based on our votes, I announce that Lingxi is the winner."

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.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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?"

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)