"Me?"
"I haven’t thought that far ahead yet."
Lin Yu picked up Tang Manman’s untouched cup of coffee and took a small sip as he spoke.
For now, Lin Yu had no intention of sharing his thoughts with Tang Manman.
He was planning to surprise her!
Not getting an answer, Tang Manman didn’t press further, though the joy on her face faded slightly. Clearly, she didn’t know how to face the inevitable separation six months from now.
"What major are you planning to study in college?"
Lin Yu asked casually.
A flicker of uncertainty passed through Tang Manman’s eyes as she slowly shook her head.
"I haven’t decided yet."
"Maybe… finance? What do you think?"
She ventured hesitantly.
Finance.
It sounded like a major that could make a lot of money!
"Finance?"
"Why do you want to study that?"
Lin Yu furrowed his brows slightly, curious.
For some reason, Tang Manman’s cheeks turned pink. Instead of answering, she deflected with another question:
"What’s wrong with that major?"
"Is there a problem with it?"
Lin Yu paused before replying tactfully,
"Just something I’ve heard."
"Only rumors, really."
"They say in the finance industry…"
"If your family can’t offer support,"
"It’s supposedly pretty tough."
"And also…"
Looking at Tang Manman’s innocent, naive expression, Lin Yu swallowed the words, "Your clueless self wouldn’t fit in finance," and instead said gently,
"I think your personality might not suit finance."
Hearing this, Tang Manman lowered her gaze, deep in thought.
But soon, she looked up at Lin Yu again and asked,
"Then what major do you think would suit me?"
Lin Yu shook his head.
"I don’t know."
"I’m just giving you a small suggestion."
"The final decision is yours."
"If you really like finance, then go for it."
"Interest matters most, right?"
Tang Manman pondered for a moment before asking,
"What about you?"
"Is there a major you want to study?"
"Me?"
Lin Yu pointed a finger at himself, then smacked his lips a couple of times before answering,
"I want a major with good job prospects—preferably one that pays well, isn’t too exhausting, and ideally lets me work from home."
"You know,"
"My bed is still young."
"Leaving it home alone…"
"I’d worry."
Tang Manman burst into laughter at his absurd reasoning, her eyes crinkling as she giggled,
"There’s a job like that?"
"Probably."
Lin Yu propped his chin on one hand, staring out the dark window as he mused,
"Who knows?"
"We’ll see."
Tang Manman fell silent for a while.
Gazing at Lin Yu’s roguish profile, half-carefree and half-lazy, her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.
After mustering her courage for a long time, she finally spoke up,
"In the future, I’ll make your wish come true."
"I’ll take care of you—"
"Look!"
Lin Yu suddenly perked up, pointing excitedly at the fireworks bursting across the night sky outside the window, urging Tang Manman to watch.
Cut off mid-sentence, Tang Manman instinctively closed her mouth and turned to the window as told.
The fireworks bloomed brilliantly, a celebration of family reunions.
...
Under the streetlights, the two stood by the roadside, waiting for a taxi.
Lin Yu suddenly remembered that Tang Manman had mumbled something like a wish just before the fireworks started.
A New Year’s wish?
Thinking of this, he turned to her and asked,
"Hey,"
"Right before the fireworks went off, did you say something?"
Tang Manman’s face flushed. Now, she couldn’t possibly summon the courage to repeat those embarrassing words again.
After hesitating, she looked up at Lin Yu with hopeful, pleading eyes and asked,
"Next year… can we watch the fireworks together like this again?"
Lin Yu’s lips twitched—suppressing a smirk—before he huffed lightly and said with feigned arrogance,
"That depends on you."
Tang Manman giggled sweetly, though her tone carried a hint of determination.
"I’ll work hard!"
Lin Yu smiled and ruffled her hair.
A bright white headlight appeared around the corner of the street, soon stopping in front of them.
After confirming the last digits of the taxi’s number on their phones, they got in and gave Tang Manman’s home address.
Maybe…
No—
Definitely the coffee’s fault.
On the ride, Tang Manman was so drowsy she could barely keep her eyes open.
Lin Yu, however, was wide awake.
Eyes sharp as a hawk’s.
Watching Tang Manman nod off repeatedly, on the verge of collapsing into sleep, Lin Yu reached out and gently guided her head to rest on his shoulder.
Tang Manman obediently leaned against him.
But she didn’t sleep—instead, she forced herself to stay awake, her deer-like eyes poorly concealing a giddy delight as she gazed adorably at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu smiled tenderly at her, stroking her hair softly as he murmured,
"Sleep."
"I’ll wake you when we get there."
Only then did Tang Manman close her eyes, resting quietly against his shoulder.
With it being New Year’s Eve, the roads were nearly empty. The taxi driver, perhaps eager to get home for the celebrations, sped along swiftly.
Soon enough, they arrived at their destination.
Gently shaking Tang Manman awake, Lin Yu smiled at her bleary eyes and said,
"We’re here."
"Go sleep at home."
Tang Manman nodded groggily and turned to open the car door.
"Hey."
"Wait."
Lin Yu stopped her before she could slip away, holding out a hand and demanding,
"Coupon."
"???"
Instantly wide awake, Tang Manman tilted her head in confusion, shocked and bewildered.
"What coupon?"
"I—I didn’t do anything!"
"Didn’t do anything?"
Lin Yu reminded her,
"You forgot where you were just sleeping?"
Tang Manman’s eyes widened in outrage as she protested indignantly,
"But I didn’t ask for it!"
"You were the one who pulled me over!"
Lin Yu knew he was in the wrong, but he wasn’t flustered—because he had no intention of being reasonable. He shamelessly doubled down,
"Doesn’t matter."
"You still used the service."
"Pay up!"
"No!"
Tang Manman pouted, clearly unwilling to be swindled.
"Don’t try to weasel out of it!"
Lin Yu turned the tables, completely unabashed as he argued,
"It’s like sales—if a salesperson drags you into a store, can you just take stuff without paying?"
"I—!"
"You—!"
Tang Manman was so flustered by his ridiculous logic she didn’t know how to respond.
In the end…
She gave in.
And settled for an IOU.
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.”
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, 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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
