After seeing the four people, Su Yang already knew which team he would be in. Zhang Ziming had the same thought.
Meng Wenzhou smiled and said, "So the four of you are the team leaders, right? Alright, then decide by playing rock-paper-scissors to pick your teammates."
Liu Meng looked at the other three girls and suggested with a laugh, "How about we just do the simplest version—rock, paper, scissors?"
"Sure," the other three nodded.
"Then let's begin."
The four of them placed one hand behind their backs and chanted in unison, "Rock, paper, scissors!"
As the words fell, Su Yang and the others quickly leaned in to see the results.
Pan Ning had thrown rock, Shen Yixue had scissors, while Liu Meng and Li Yutong both had paper.
The first round was a tie.
"Again."
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
This time, Pan Ning still threw rock, while the other three all had scissors.
Pan Ning won.
The other three sighed, their expressions tinged with slight disappointment.
Liu Meng smiled and said, "Go ahead and pick."
"Su Yang," Pan Ning pointed at Su Yang without even turning her head.
Li Yutong’s eyes flashed with another hint of regret as she watched.
Su Yang grinned and walked over to stand behind Pan Ning.
The four continued playing rock-paper-scissors, and after three more rounds, Li Yutong finally won.
She looked at Meng Wenzhou and said, "I pick Wenzhou."
Meng Wenzhou glanced at Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming with a smile before walking over to Li Yutong’s side.
Next, Liu Meng won. Knowing about Shen Yixue and Zhang Ziming’s relationship, she had no choice but to pick Liu Bo.
Liu Bo smirked triumphantly as he moved behind Liu Meng.
"You made the right choice picking me!"
Liu Meng rolled her eyes internally. As if I had any other option!
That left Zhang Ziming automatically assigned to Shen Yixue’s team.
After another round, Pan Ning won again. She looked at Tang Ziyun and smiled. "I’ll pick Ziyun."
Tang Ziyun froze. No matter how she thought about it, she never expected Pan Ning to choose her.
Su Yang was equally puzzled. What’s going on? She picked Ziyun? Doesn’t she realize Ziyun has a bit of a thing for me? What kind of move is this?
Tang Ziyun stood stunned for two seconds before finally walking over to Pan Ning’s side.
Su Yang grinned. "We’re on the same team now."
"Mhm," Tang Ziyun replied, her lips curving into a sweet smile, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling.
After another seven or eight minutes of rock-paper-scissors, the teams were finally finalized.
The groupings were as follows:
— Pan Ning, Su Yang, Tang Ziyun, Yaya.
— Li Yutong, Meng Wenzhou, Xia Keke, Luo Yu.
— Liu Meng, Liu Bo, Liu Wenxin.
— Shen Yixue, Zhang Ziming, Yang Yuwei, Han Xiaoyu.
Yaya had volunteered to join Pan Ning’s team after she won, while Liu Wenxin was picked by Liu Meng at the very end.
Su Yang glanced at Liu Bo and subtly flashed an "OK" hand signal.
Liu Bo winked back at him, though even he hadn’t expected to end up on the same team as Liu Wenxin this way.
With the teams settled, Meng Wenzhou clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone, from now on, all activities will be done by team. Whatever we do, stick with your group."
"So what’s next?"
Meng Wenzhou turned to Su Yang and the others.
He grinned. "Everyone knows how to play basketball, right?"
Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, but it’s been years. I’m probably pretty rusty now."
"No problem. Here’s the plan." Meng Wenzhou turned to the girls.
"We’ll have a basketball tournament—one guy and two girls per team. Since most of the girls aren’t experienced and us guys are all around the same skill level, it’ll be fair."
"But basketball is so tiring," Han Xiaoyu muttered, her eyes darting around in reluctance.
"Life is all about movement! We won’t play for long—just first to 15 points. The four teams will draw lots to decide matchups, and the winners advance until we have a champion."
"What’s the prize for first place?"
Meng Wenzhou thought for a moment. "200,000 yuan. My treat."
"Damn, Meng, you’re the man!"
"Meng’s the GOAT!!" Liu Bo chimed in with flattery.
At the mention of a cash prize, the previously disinterested girls suddenly perked up.
"What if your own team wins?" Shen Yixue asked.
"If my team wins, the other three teams pool together 100,000 yuan for us. Fair enough?"
"Sounds good," Shen Yixue agreed. Even if they lost, splitting 100,000 among 11 people meant less than 10,000 each—a trivial amount for them.
"Deal."
No one objected.
Meng Wenzhou added with a grin, "One more thing—the winning team gets to decide what we play tonight, and the other teams have to go along with it. Don’t worry, nothing sketchy. Just fun and games."
"Fine by us."
Seeing no objections, Meng Wenzhou clapped. "Then let’s head to the court!"
The fifteen of them made their way to the basketball court, with one representative from each team drawing lots.
In the end, the matchups were:
Pan Ning’s team vs. Shen Yixue’s team.
Li Yutong’s team vs. Liu Meng’s team.
Su Yang dribbled the ball, trying to recapture the feel from his school days.
He hadn’t touched a basketball since graduating, and his ball-handling was noticeably rough.
Liu Bo, on the other hand, radiated confidence. Despite his bulk, basketball was his second-best skill after fighting.
He was dead set on winning today—and showing off in front of Liu Wenxin.
Meng Wenzhou waved Su Yang, Liu Bo, and Zhang Ziming aside.
"Su Yang, Ziming, how’s your game?"
Su Yang chuckled. "Not great. Like I said, it’s been years."
"And you?" Meng Wenzhou turned to Zhang Ziming.
"I’m decent. Back in school, they called me ‘Little LeBron.’"
"Little my ass. Did you forget today’s mission?"
"What mission?" Zhang Ziming frowned in thought.
"Tch. Helping Liu Bo win over Liu Wenxin, remember?"
"Ohhh, right, right. Got it. After I crush Su Yang’s team, I’ll throw the game to Liu Bo."
Liu Bo glared at him. "Who needs you to throw it? I’m the ‘Mini Shaq’ for a reason!"
Meng Wenzhou cut off their bickering. "Just make sure Liu Bo comes out on top in the end. Got it?"
"Got it. No problem."
"Bro, you’re the best—not just setting me up to win, but even fronting the 200k prize."
Meng Wenzhou smirked. "What are brothers for? Consider it an advance on your ‘hotel fund’—a little welcome gift for your future girl."
"You’re a saint!! If I were a girl, I’d—"
"Stop right there!!" Meng Wenzhou raised a hand to shut him up. He knew exactly where Liu Bo was going with that.
The mental image alone made him queasy.
Liu Bo grinned and changed the subject. "Oh yeah, the winning team gets to pick any game tonight, right?"
"Within reason. Nothing too wild, especially with so many girls around."
"Come on, man, what do you take me for? I just wanna try that little game we didn’t get to last night."
Su Yang blinked. "What game from last night?"
"The Ouija board!" Liu Bo waggled his eyebrows.
"You're talking about this, but several girls are too scared to play."
"That's why if I win, you have to listen to me."
"Honestly, I don’t mind—any type of immortal works. Anyway, we’ve got more people today, so it won’t be as scary."
"Okay, okay, I’ll organize it tonight."
At this point, Zhang Ziming’s expression turned serious as he interjected, "By the way, I should mention something. Yixue and I have an unexpected matter to attend to tomorrow, so we’ll probably have to head back to Haicheng early."
"What’s going on?" The three of them looked at Zhang Ziming.
"Something came up in Yixue’s family, and I need to go back with her. Sorry to ruin the mood."
Su Yang chimed in, "Don’t worry about it. My thought is—why don’t we all just go back tomorrow? We can always hang out in Haicheng whenever we’re free."
Meng Wenzhou nodded. "Then let’s all head back together. We’ll make the most of tonight and leave tomorrow."
He glanced at Liu Bo and added, "You’ve only got one shot tonight! Whether you can pull it off is up to you."
Liu Bo grinned. "Don’t worry, I’ve got this."
"Alright, we’ll notify everyone later."
"What are you four conspiring about over here?" Shen Yixue walked over after seeing them huddled together for so long.
"Nothing, just going over some basic rules."
"All right, let’s get started."
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
