The four boys returned to their respective groups.
Pan Ning looked at Su Yang and asked, "Can you play?"
"Me? Are you kidding? They call me the Mini McGrady."
Tang Ziyun couldn't help but ask, "Who's Mini McGrady?"
Su Yang chuckled awkwardly. "Uh, just a really good basketball player. Anyway, all you need to know is that I'm amazing."
Yaya's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Su Yang. "Then you better carry us to victory."
"No problem."
At that moment, Meng Wenzhou, holding a basketball, turned to the group and said, "Our team will go first against Liu Meng's team."
"Okay."
Everyone stepped off the court and stood by the sidelines. Meng Wenzhou led Xia Keke and Li Yutong onto the court, while Liu Bo's team fielded all their players—since they only had three.
Su Yang watched from the sidelines. Xia Keke, Li Yutong, Liu Meng, and Liu Wenxin were all dressed in skimpy swimsuits.
Playing basketball in outfits like these was… quite the spectacle.
Su Yang thought to himself, This is basically a bikini basketball game. Nice, very nice.
The match began.
Liu Bo's team took the first possession. Liu Meng grabbed the ball and hurled it toward Liu Bo.
Meng Wenzhou stepped up to defend.
Liu Bo dribbled twice before crossing over to shake off Meng Wenzhou, then drove hard toward the basket.
Li Yutong rushed to defend.
Liu Bo pulled up for a quick jumper.
Swish!
Nothing but net.
"Nice shot!" Su Yang cheered.
"Pretty cool, huh, Yang?" Liu Bo turned and grinned.
"Damn right. Mini Shaq over here."
"Liu Bo's team, two points!" Zhang Ziming announced, taking on the role of scorekeeper.
Liu Wenxin finally spared Liu Bo a glance. She removed the cat ears from her head, set them aside, and walked onto the court with a sweet smile. "Bo-ge, do your best! Our team's counting on you."
Liu Bo swallowed hard, then confidently thumped his chest. "Leave it to me."
Next, Meng Wenzhou's team inbounded. Meng Wenzhou dribbled twice before passing to Li Yutong.
As soon as Li Yutong caught the ball, Liu Wenxin rushed over, flailing her arms wildly in front of her face.
Li Yutong blinked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm defending!"
"Who defends like that? What’s the point?" Ignoring her, Li Yutong took three steps before passing to Xia Keke nearby.
"Traveling," Zhang Ziming pointed out.
Su Yang, thoroughly entertained, shook his head with a laugh. "Come on, let’s keep it casual. No need to be so strict."
"Fine."
[Ding! Host is enjoying the basketball game. Reward: 600,000.]
On the court, Xia Keke caught the ball, dribbled clumsily twice, then heaved it toward the hoop with all her might.
Clang!
The ball bounced off the rim twice before dropping.
Liu Bo and Meng Wenzhou both scrambled for the rebound.
Meng Wenzhou deliberately slowed down, letting Liu Bo leap up and snatch the ball. Liu Bo stepped back beyond the three-point line.
With no one guarding him, he smirked and let it fly.
Swish!
Another clean bucket.
"Hell yeah, big guy!"
"Liu Bo's team, five points! Current score: Liu Bo's team 5, Meng Wenzhou's team 0."
"Old Meng, what are you doing? Get serious!" Su Yang teased.
"Alright, alright, no more holding back," Meng Wenzhou laughed.
The two teams played for another seven or eight minutes, ending with Liu Bo's team winning 15-8.
Now it was the other two teams' turn. Su Yang glanced at Pan Ning and the others.
"Who’s playing with me?"
Pan Ning shook her head. "This kind of game isn’t for me. You take them."
Su Yang turned to Tang Ziyun and Yaya.
Both grinned and nodded. "We’ll back you up."
"Deal."
On the other side, Zhang Ziming led Yang Yuwei and Han Xiaoyu onto the court.
Shen Yixue wasn’t interested in this kind of game either, so she opted out.
The two teams faced off.
Zhang Ziming smirked at Su Yang. "Yang, don’t expect me to go easy on you."
Su Yang shrugged. "Bring it on."
"Let’s go."
Meng Wenzhou, sitting on the sidelines, waved impatiently. "Hurry up already!"
"Go, go!" Shen Yixue cheered from the sidelines, playing temporary cheerleader.
Pan Ning leaned against the chain-link fence, arms crossed, silently observing.
After rock-paper-scissors to decide possession, Su Yang’s team got the ball first.
Su Yang dribbled just outside the three-point line and called out to Tang Ziyun and Yaya, "You two, stay inside and guard their girls."
"Got it."
Zhang Ziming crouched low, arms spread, ready to defend.
Su Yang crossed over, trying to shake him, but Zhang Ziming—clearly an experienced player—reacted quickly and stuck with him.
Su Yang drove toward the basket. Han Xiaoyu and Tang Ziyun briefly tangled before Han Xiaoyu broke free and rushed toward Su Yang.
But Su Yang was already in motion. Unable to stop in time, Han Xiaoyu crashed into him, arms flailing.
Su Yang barely had time to register the impact before Zhang Ziming closed in. He jumped for a shot.
Clang!
The ball ricocheted off the rim.
"Damn!"
Thud! Yang Yuwei scooped up the loose ball.
"Here! Pass!" Zhang Ziming sprinted back to the three-point line.
Yang Yuwei tossed it to him without hesitation.
Swish!
Zhang Ziming caught and fired in one smooth motion—a perfect three.
"Not bad," Meng Wenzhou clapped from the sidelines.
Su Yang grinned. "Pretty sharp."
"You thought I was joking?"
Second possession. The winning team kept the ball.
Zhang Ziming drove, but Su Yang stayed tight on him, swiping the ball away mid-dribble and dishing it to Yaya.
Yaya awkwardly dribbled toward the basket.
Han Xiaoyu and Yang Yuwei double-teamed her.
Su Yang rushed over. "Here! Pass!"
Yaya blindly flung the ball his way.
Su Yang barely caught it, but before he could shoot, Zhang Ziming was already on him.
Su Yang faked, then ducked past him toward the hoop.
Yang Yuwei and Han Xiaoyu swarmed him, clinging to his arms like koalas.
Su Yang couldn’t even jump. "What kind of defense is this?!"
"Doesn’t matter, as long as it works," Yang Yuwei said, reaching for the ball.
She swung wildly—Su Yang lifted the ball just in time.
Yang Yuwei’s hand kept going—straight into his family jewels.
"OOF—!" Su Yang doubled over, wincing. "Dude, watch where you’re slapping!"
"Oops, sorry!" Yang Yuwei backed off, face red.
But thanks to his boosted physique, the pain faded fast. Seizing the moment, Su Yang jumped and shot.
Swish!
"Hey! You faked it!" Yang Yuwei pointed accusingly.
"Who's lying to you? You definitely fouled me."
"Foul... Fine... fine, I'll be more careful later." Yang Yuwei replied awkwardly.
"3-2 now, come on, let's go!" Liu Bo cheered from the sidelines.
The next round began with Zhang Ziming serving.
He passed the ball to Han Xiaoyu and immediately sprinted toward the basket. Seeing this, Han Xiaoyu quickly returned the pass to Zhang Ziming.
Su Yang seized the moment, darting forward and stealing the ball again.
"Heh, that pass was way too slow," Su Yang taunted as he dribbled outside the three-point line.
Zhang Ziming clapped his hands in self-encouragement and hurried to defend.
The two tangled near the three-point line for a few seconds before Su Yang shook off Zhang Ziming once more. He assumed Yang Yuwei and Han Xiaoyu wouldn’t double-team him as aggressively this time.
But he was wrong—both lunged at him again.
......
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
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.”
