Staring at the messy red "85" scrawled across her test paper, Tang Manman felt as if a boulder were pressing on her chest, making it hard to even breathe.
How…
How could it be this low?
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The dull sound of chalk striking the blackboard echoed through the classroom, drawing everyone’s attention.
Tang Manman looked up and saw the physics teacher, her black-framed glasses perched on her nose, her face so dark it seemed like storm clouds could pour out.
The teacher shook the physics test papers in her hand, her voice trembling with barely suppressed fury:
"Alright, everyone who got the second-to-last question wrong—stand up!"
"What were you all thinking during the exam?"
"Huh?"
"What exactly have you been listening to in class?"
"I just taught this two days ago!"
"You took the test yesterday and still managed to get it wrong?"
"Do any of you even care about your studies anymore?"
Amid the teacher’s relentless scolding, Tang Manman flipped her paper over and looked at the second-to-last question on the back.
The sight of the bold red X over her neatly written answer made her breath hitch, her heart skipping a beat.
She glanced around and saw that, out of the thirty-something students in the class, only a handful had stood up—fewer than the fingers on one hand.
Biting her lower lip, tears spilled down her cheeks before she could even push herself up.
She kept her head bowed as low as possible, her legs weak as she finally rose from her seat.
The gaunt middle-aged woman behind the podium watched the students stand one by one, her anger boiling over. When Tang Manman stood, her fury reached its peak.
As both the physics teacher and the homeroom advisor, she couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Tang Manman!"
"How could you get this question wrong?"
"Is this the kind of mistake you should be making?"
"Even if I hadn’t taught this yesterday, you shouldn’t have gotten it wrong!"
"Let alone the fact that I did!"
"Tang Manman!"
"What have you been doing in class lately?"
"Your grades have dropped so much—aren’t you even a little worried?"
"Daydreaming!"
"Zoning out!!!"
The woman hurled the chalk in her hand to the floor, her furious roar reverberating down the hallway.
Tang Manman flinched, watching her tears drip one by one onto the desk, her shame driving her to bow her head even lower.
"Everyone who got this question wrong—copy this test five times as punishment!"
"Let’s see if you dare to make the same mistake again!"
The teacher slammed the stack of papers onto the podium, her voice sharp with anger.
...
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The bell for the end of class rang. The middle-aged woman gathered her papers and called Tang Manman to follow her out of the classroom.
In the hallway, the teacher leaned against the windowsill, her temper cooled. She studied the usually bright and obedient student in front of her and softened her tone.
"Has something happened at home recently?"
Tang Manman shook her head pitifully.
"Then is someone at school bullying you again?"
The woman frowned, recalling an incident from two months prior, her voice growing heavy.
"No."
Tang Manman shook her head again, her voice small.
Relieved but still puzzled, the teacher pressed,
"Then what’s going on with you lately?"
"You keep spacing out in class. Look at your last exam—what even was that?"
"You’re making mistakes on things you shouldn’t be getting wrong!"
The memory of Tang Manman’s midterm grades reignited her frustration. But when she looked up, she found the girl staring blankly again—this time at the window behind her.
The teacher instinctively turned to follow her gaze. Through the window, she saw students coming and going from the school convenience store, but nothing out of the ordinary.
She turned back, irritation flaring.
"What are you zoning out about now?!"
"I…"
Tang Manman hesitated, then said nothing, guiltily lowering her eyes.
"You—honestly!"
The woman jabbed a finger at her, too angry to even find the right words.
As the teacher fumed, Tang Manman lifted her gaze again, her eyes drifting helplessly back to the window…
...
"Gonna grab a soda~"
"Gonna grab a soda~"
Lin Yu cheerfully headed toward the school store.
But after a few steps, his carefree expression darkened. He stopped, turning on instinct to look up at the school building.
Rows of windows reflected the blinding white sunlight, making it impossible to stare for long.
Squinting, Lin Yu scanned the middle windows on the fourth floor, then the ones on the fifth, unable to shake the strange, inexplicable feeling in his gut.
Could it be…
That damn "fate" messing with him again?
He looked up at the sky—clear blue, scattered clouds, everything perfectly normal.
Gritting his teeth, he couldn’t spot anything unusual, but something still felt off.
After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to play it safe. Forget the soda—better not give fate another chance to toy with him.
He spun on his heel and marched back toward the school building.
Damn it!
Can’t even drink a soda without you pulling strings!
Just you wait!
...
...
After school.
Lin Yu slung his bag over one shoulder and stepped out of the classroom, only to find the hallway packed with students crowding around the windows, murmurs of awe rising in waves.
Realizing there was some kind of spectacle, he squeezed through the throng to the window and followed their gazes.
Parked at the school gates was an eye-catching red sports car.
Lin Yu quickly understood—this was what had everyone buzzing.
Not much of a car enthusiast, he couldn’t pinpoint what made this one special, but it definitely looked cool.
Even with his limited knowledge, he could tell it wasn’t cheap.
Digging through memories from his past life, his current life, and even the original "delinquent" owner of this body, he couldn’t recall ever seeing this car’s emblem before.
Probably some high-end, niche brand.
Had to be at least a million or two.
After a few glances, he lost interest and turned to leave.
Sure, a million-dollar car was probably out of his reach in this lifetime.
But it wasn’t that rare, was it?
You saw them on the streets now and then.
Watching this was way less entertaining than two old ladies arguing. At least that had some drama.
Just as he shouldered his bag to push through the crowd, an excited voice cut through the chatter:
"Holy crap!"
"A Koenigsegg!"
"That’s gotta be eight figures!"
Eight figures?
Lin Yu’s brow furrowed in confusion.
He blinked his eyes, one palm spread open as he lowered his head, curling his fingers one by one while silently counting under his breath.
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten-thousands."
Once all five fingers were clenched, Lin Yu extended his thumb again and continued muttering:
"Hundred-thousands, millions..."
Staring at his outstretched index finger, Lin Yu's jaw slackened slightly in shock. He raised his head, his widened eyes brimming with disbelief.
"Holy shit!
"Eight digits!"
"Over ten million!"
"Do cars that expensive even exist in this world?"
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
