"Tang Manman, you should know what kind of person I am."
"I have no background, no family connections, not even parents to rely on like everyone else. My grades are a complete mess too."
"My future is destined to be hopeless."
"So for me, if there's any chance to live a carefree life in the future, I won't let it slip away."
Tang Manman, who had been wiping her tears with her head lowered, suddenly grew anxious upon hearing this. She lifted her face, her expression urgent and sorrowful, tinged with deep resentment—like a puppy unwilling to be abandoned yet powerless to change it.
Lin Yu knew what was going through Tang Manman's mind and comforted her:
"Don’t worry, the woman at the school gate is a creep. I may not want to work hard in the future, but I’m not suicidal."
"Besides, compared to her, I much prefer..."
At this point, Lin Yu’s tongue suddenly felt heavy, stiffening before he could utter another syllable. Especially when Tang Manman fixed her hopeful yet fragile gaze on him, he grew even more embarrassed.
"Ahem!"
Scratching his slightly flushed cheeks, he coughed twice to ease the awkwardness before skipping over the half-spoken words and continuing:
"Anyway, since you like me so much..."
"I’m willing to give you a chance."
"Study hard, get into a good university, land a great job, make big money—and then I’ll tag along with you."
"The kind where you won’t be able to shake me off!"
"Really?" Tang Manman looked up at Lin Yu, her face devoid of much joy, clearly not fully trusting his words.
Her lower lip jutted slightly, her damp, red eyes brimming with a mix of grievance and quiet dissatisfaction as she muttered under her breath:
"You always lie to me..."
"Of course it’s true!" Seeing an opening, Lin Yu quickly affirmed:
"Once you become a corporate executive, a CEO, or some high-powered big shot, I’d be scrambling to suck up to you!"
"Why would I ever refuse you?"
"Besides," he added, "if you end up incredibly successful—powerful and influential—it’s not like I could refuse you even if I wanted to."
"You could just hire a few people to tie me up, toss me into a dark room, and I’d have no choice but to go along with whatever you say..."
As he spoke, Lin Yu suddenly noticed the atmosphere shifting. Across the table, Tang Manman had inexplicably calmed down, no longer sniffling or wiping tears.
Her teary eyes blinked, her expression focused and earnest, gleaming with something akin to the spark of discovering a new world.
...
Seeing her like this, a flicker of unease rose in Lin Yu’s heart.
This kid… she’s not going to turn into something dangerous in the future, is she?
Wait—no!
If anyone’s going to end up in trouble, it’s probably me!
He sighed helplessly.
At this point, Lin Yu had no energy to dwell on distant, uncertain futures. His top priority was to resolve Tang Manman’s emotional knots and refocus her on studying.
Steadying himself, he followed through with his original plan and said:
"Actually, I also feel..."
Under Tang Manman’s intense gaze, the words on the tip of his tongue became difficult to voice again.
Lin Yu decided to avoid looking at her. Picking up the spoon beside his coffee cup, he stirred the dark liquid as he continued:
"I-I actually have feelings for you too, so I’m willing to work hard with you."
"And I don’t mind setting up some rewards along the way."
"Here’s the deal: starting today, for every ten spots you climb in the school rankings, I’ll grant you one simple request."
"Like going shopping, eating out, watching a movie, taking a walk, or seeing the ocean—anything’s fine."
"And I’ll cover all the expenses!"
"If you make it back into the top ten, for every rank you rise, I’ll give you one extra request."
"And if you become the school’s number one..."
"Then I’ll..."
He paused, staring into the brown depths of his coffee, before adding:
"...grant you one not-so-simple request."
"Like taking you on a trip wherever you want, or any other request—as long as it’s within my power, I won’t refuse."
"Oh, and..." Lin Yu kept talking before abruptly cutting himself off, realizing something critical.
I’ve been rambling all this time—what if Tang Manman doesn’t even want these rewards? Wouldn’t that make me look ridiculously full of myself?
...
That’d be so embarrassing!
Anxiously, he glanced up at Tang Manman. Seeing her eyes shining brighter than when Xia Yueshan had heard Lin Yu would teach him martial arts, he relaxed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Seems I still have some charm in her eyes!
He schooled his expression, suppressing the smile, and solemnly added:
"But let’s be clear upfront."
"No cheating the system!"
"If I catch you deliberately tanking your grades just to climb back up, our deal’s off."
"Of course, to be fair, as long as you break into the top ten, no matter your previous rank, I’ll give you the corresponding rewards."
"If you place tenth, you get one regular reward."
"If you take first place, you get nine regular rewards plus one super reward."
"And this system stacks with the earlier one."
"If you don’t want the rewards, I can also cash them out—3,000 for a regular reward, 30,000 for a super one. You can use it to pay off your debt to me."
"I won’t take the cash!" Tang Manman suddenly interjected, her tone vehement, as if someone were trying to trade gold for scrap metal.
Her reaction secretly delighted Lin Yu, his lips threatening to curl upward again.
Being valued feels good.
So good it’s almost intoxicating.
Finally, after some thought, Lin Yu mustered the nerve to tack on one last condition:
"And let’s get this straight—I’m selling my skills, not my body!"
Tang Manman’s face flushed crimson. She ducked her head deeply, hiding whether her expression was disappointment or bashfulness.

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.”

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."

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!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"