"You're still lying to me."
"I already know everything. That girl was someone you hired to trick me."
"You even gave her five hundred yuan, didn't you?"
"..."
Lin Yu opened his mouth, wanting to deny it, but he couldn’t find the words.
The fact that Tang Manman could say all this meant she already knew everything. There was no point in trying to argue.
"Why did you lie to me about having a girlfriend?"
Tang Manman sniffled, her nose red from crying. Gone was her usual gentle, timid demeanor—now she pressed on relentlessly.
Why did I lie to you?
Looking at Tang Manman’s tear-streaked face, Lin Yu truly didn’t know how to answer that question.
How could he explain it to her?
Tell her the truth?
Admit that he did it because he was afraid she’d fall for him, so he faked having a girlfriend to crush any hope she might have?
Wouldn’t that sound ridiculously conceited?
He’d probably just come off as arrogant.
Or should he tell her the truth about this world?
Explain that this was just a comic book world, and he had to stay ten thousand miles away from her to prevent the story from collapsing into chaos?
If he said that, he’d probably get locked up in a mental institution.
Lin Yu was at a loss, unable to come up with a proper response.
"Say something!"
After waiting a moment and getting no answer, Tang Manman’s voice trembled as she pressed him again.
"Say what? What’s there to say?"
Under her relentless questioning, Lin Yu couldn’t think of a good answer, so he abandoned logic altogether and turned the tables, adopting a defiant, careless attitude.
"So what if I lied to you?"
"You’re gullible, so I felt like tricking you. What’s the problem?"
Lin Yu channeled the unreasonable arrogance of a delinquent, snapping back at her.
"And another thing."
"What’s with this whole act of yours?"
"I thought you didn’t like me."
"Yet here you are, barging in first thing in the morning to interrogate me over something so trivial?"
"Don’t you have anything better to do?"
"Get out of here!"
"Stop making trouble for no reason!"
Lin Yu lashed out at Tang Manman in one breath, then tried to slam the door shut before she could react—playing the coward and retreating into his shell.
Oh, right!
And that damn Cheng Ya!
Screw you!
Give me my money back!
The dark-blue steel security door flew toward its frame under Lin Yu’s pull.
But in the next second—
A sound.
The door stopped moving.
"I like you!"
"Wh-what?"
Lin Yu gripped the door handle with one hand, his shocked gaze cutting through the half-open gap. Tang Manman stood there, crying even harder now, and for a moment, he couldn’t believe his ears.
"Tang Manman, what did you say?"
Lin Yu asked again, disbelief thick in his voice.
"I said,"
"Lin Yu,"
Tang Manman sniffled, her voice trembling.
"I like you."
...
If the human mind were an endless plain, then one’s convictions and stubbornness would be the towering mountains rising from it.
The clearer the belief, the deeper the obsession—the higher and more unshakable those mountains became.
But right now, Lin Yu suddenly realized that those once-imposing peaks had blurred into obscurity.
It was as if a thick fog had rolled in, carried by Tang Manman’s tearful words straight into his mind.
The mist spread quickly, turning into layers of hazy gauze that draped over those sky-piercing summits.
Stay away from the four female leads?
Couldn’t see them anymore.
The hardships of a long-distance relationship?
The gap between their futures?
Even those seemed to fade into the background.
All rational voices in his ears scattered like dust in the wind, dissolving into faint, indistinct whispers.
Lin Yu looked at Tang Manman outside the door—her eyes brimming with tears, hopeful yet nervous—and felt his heart melt.
His lips trembled uncontrollably, and he bit them nervously.
Staring at her delicate face, flushed from either crying or embarrassment, the emotions in his chest grew brighter, sharper.
Swallowing hard, Lin Yu took a deep breath, ready to speak from the heart—
But then, a soft, almost teasing voice whispered gently in his ear.
"Senior year of high school is a critical time. I wouldn’t want Manman getting into a relationship—it might affect her grades and ruin her future."
"Don’t you agree?"
"Lin Yu?"
That gentle sentence sent an icy gale howling through Lin Yu’s mind.
No—
Not just a gale.
A full-blown storm.
The violent winds tore away the delicate mist, leaving the mountains of conviction and reason standing stark and undeniable once more.
"Hah."
"Hah!"
Lin Yu let out two cold laughs—the second louder, as if the first hadn’t been bitter enough.
"You like me?"
He pointed at himself with one finger, sneering.
"So what?"
"Is that supposed to be some grand achievement?"
"Tang Manman, I’m sure plenty of people at school like you too."
"What?"
"Are you going to take responsibility for every single one of them?"
"Tang Manman."
"You like me."
"That has nothing to do with me."
"Do you understand?"
"I don’t like someone like you."
"Just look at you."
"Dull, boring, stiff as a board—flat as a plank too. You’re just not interesting, got it?"
"Can you stop clinging to me from now on?"
Lin Yu forced his voice steady, straining to sound annoyed.
Across from him, Tang Manman seemed stunned.
Her face visibly paled, her slightly reddened eyes wide and unblinking.
Lin Yu could see it clearly—how the hope in her eyes shattered, how the sparkling gemstones turned into lifeless rubble.
Unable to bear the sight, Lin Yu lowered his head and pulled the door shut.
His voice was hoarse as he muttered one last thing:
"Get lost."
"And don’t ever bother me again."

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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?"

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...