It might have been psychological, or maybe the weather was just exceptionally nice today.
Lin Yu felt like the whole world was bright and radiant, lifting his spirits.
Exams were finally over, and what awaited him now was a long winter break...
Well, maybe not that long.
With less than fifteen days until the Lunar New Year, and classes resuming about ten days after that, his break would barely last a month.
Damn it!
Less than a month of vacation?
Are high school seniors just second-class citizens or what?
Grumbling, Lin Yu bought his last sweet drink of the semester at the supermarket. After taking a sip, his mood improved slightly as he headed toward the school gate.
At the gate, he spotted Gu Yue outside and was about to grin and ask how she thought she did on the exams when he suddenly noticed Tang Manman standing nearby.
Instantly wiping the smile off his face, Lin Yu sniffed and decided to change course, walking toward Tang Manman instead.
After a few steps past the school gate, his field of vision widened, and that was when he saw it—a sleek, luxurious supercar parked not too far away.
Lin Yu’s expression darkened at the sight.
Seriously?!
Why is everything happening at once?
Just here to ruin my mood, huh?
Ignoring both the supercar and Gu Yue, he strode toward Tang Manman.
When he reached her, he curved his lips into a gentle smile and asked softly,
"How did it go?"
"Think you did well this time?"
At the mention of grades, Tang Manman’s delicate face, which had been faintly smiling, immediately fell. Her pretty brows furrowed in sorrow as she replied dejectedly,
"The questions were kind of hard..."
"It’s fine, it’s fine."
Seeing her so upset, Lin Yu quickly patted her head reassuringly.
"If you didn’t do well this time, just work harder next time. Don’t stress too much—I believe in you."
Under his encouragement, Tang Manman’s smile returned. She tilted her head up, not shying away from his hand, and nodded with a sparkle in her eyes.
The picture of someone easily comforted.
"Alright then," Lin Yu said, withdrawing his hand.
"Head home now."
"Don’t keep your mom waiting."
Tang Manman nodded obediently, her gaze flickering briefly behind Lin Yu before she turned away, her eyes crinkling into happy crescents.
Once she was gone, Lin Yu turned back toward Gu Yue.
He had meant to greet her as he originally planned, but the moment he saw her stormy expression, his cheerful "How’d you do?" morphed into a more cautious:
"What’s wrong?"
"Something bothering you?"
"Nothing."
Gu Yue’s face was stony, and though she was speaking to him, she refused to meet his eyes.
Lin Yu had no idea what was eating at her, but since she wasn’t saying anything, he didn’t press further. Instead, he circled back to his initial question:
"So, how’d it go?"
"Think you scored high enough to cash in on your mom’s reward money?"
He asked with a teasing grin.
"Don’t know."
Gu Yue’s voice was icy, laced with anger and a barely detectable hint of hurt.
???
Lin Yu blinked, baffled by her hostility.
What’s her problem?
Did she wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?
Since she was being snippy, Lin Yu wasn’t about to humor her.
"Fine, whatever," he shot back, rolling his eyes before turning away.
Crunching through the freshly fallen snow, he reached the supercar and smoothly pulled open the butterfly door, sliding into the passenger seat.
The interior was heated to a balmy 28 degrees, warm as early summer.
Yet, even that couldn’t thaw the frosty expression on Qing Mo’s face.
She sat rigidly, radiating a chill that was almost physically uncomfortable.
Before Lin Yu could even shut the door properly, Qing Mo cut in with a sharp, mocking tone:
"Busy man."
"Must be exhausting, juggling so many people, huh?"
Lin Yu yanked the door closed and fired back without missing a beat.
"None of your damn business."
"Why’re you here, anyway?"
"Spit it out or get lost!"
Qing Mo’s eyes flashed, her breath hitching slightly.
Lin Yu kept up his usual indifferent front—the attitude she supposedly liked—but inwardly, he found her reaction odd.
She seemed angry, yet there was something off about it.
Her cold glare was undercut by something heated lurking in her gaze.
Her rapid breathing could’ve been from fury, but the warmth of her exhales felt almost... feverish.
It was as if her body was betraying her, reacting in ways her anger couldn’t suppress.
Still, Lin Yu didn’t dwell on it.
Wasn’t this why she kept him around? To be treated like dirt?
If he started being nice, she’d probably just snap at him anyway.
No point overthinking it.
After a moment, Qing Mo leaned back against the seat, as if forcing herself to calm down. She took a deep breath, her voice icy but slightly unsteady:
"You’re coming to a banquet with me tonight."
"Banquet?"
"What kind?"
Lin Yu frowned.
"Just a regular social event. You’ll be playing my new boyfriend."
Lin Yu considered it briefly before nodding.
He’d taken plenty of her money without having to sell his dignity. Refusing a simple favor would be pushing it.
"Fine."
"Pick me up later, then."
He moved to leave, but Qing Mo’s voice stopped him cold.
"Stay."
Lin Yu turned to look at her. She wasn’t meeting his eyes, staring straight ahead instead. Only when she sensed his gaze did she slowly turn her head and say,
"You’re spending the afternoon with me."
"I need to get you ready for tonight."

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!

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.

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.”

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]