In the afternoon, Lin Yu caught Gu Yue alone on the playground.
Without any preamble or warm-up, Lin Yu got straight to the point.
"Have you apologized to Tang Manman?"
"Huh?"
Gu Yue, who had never given it much thought, looked startled. Her expression was blank as she shook her head honestly and said,
"No, I haven’t."
"I think you should apologize to her."
Lin Yu, uncharacteristically serious, spoke with a stern expression.
Gu Yue seemed a little dazed, as if still processing the words, but she nodded obediently and agreed to apologize.
Satisfied with the answer, Lin Yu nodded and turned to leave.
But after a brief pause, as if remembering something, he turned back and asked,
"When do you plan to apologize?"
"I..."
"I haven’t figured it out yet."
Gu Yue scratched her head, sounding hesitant.
"Alright."
"Good luck."
"I believe in you."
Lin Yu didn’t pressure her further, offering a casual word of encouragement before walking away.
Gu Yue acted faster than anyone expected.
Apologizing to someone isn’t easy.
Especially in senior year, when everyone’s pride is at its peak.
It takes serious mental preparation to apologize—convincing yourself first before taking that difficult step.
Yet Gu Yue managed to talk herself into it in just one afternoon.
By evening, when school let out, the entrance was flooded with students.
Like water gushing from a pipe, the crowd spilled out in a wide arc.
Amid the sea of people, Gu Yue stopped Tang Manman, who was about to head home.
Given their history, their confrontation instantly drew curious glances from passersby.
Under the weight of so many eyes, Gu Yue felt a flicker of fear and regretted choosing such a public place to apologize.
Who said this would show sincerity?
I’ll settle the score with them later!
Despite her internal grumbling, if she’d really cared that much, she wouldn’t have gone through with it.
Taking a deep breath, Gu Yue steeled herself and, in front of everyone, bowed deeply to Tang Manman. Straightening up, her eyes filled with remorse as she sincerely said,
"I’m sorry."
"I’ve done a lot of wrong things."
"I hurt you."
"I want to apologize."
"I’m sorry."
"Please forgive me."
Her face grew hotter with every word, turning as red as a boiled lobster by the end. The onlookers’ stares felt like dull knives poking at her, making her itch to kick every single one of them away.
But for now, she could only wait, nervous and hopeful, for Tang Manman’s response.
As Gu Yue apologized, Tang Manman’s expression grew unsettled.
Her breathing quickened, her eyes reddened, her lips pressed together until they turned pale, and her body trembled slightly.
It was as if Gu Yue wasn’t apologizing but preparing to bully her again, just like before, with her little gang of troublemakers.
Tang Manman said nothing.
She turned and walked away.
Making it clear she had no intention of forgiving Gu Yue.
Left stranded in the crowd, Gu Yue was overcome with humiliation, her hands fidgeting awkwardly.
The sting of rejection after such a humble apology was bad enough, but the judgmental stares made it worse.
She wanted to act unfazed, to walk away with her usual confidence.
But she couldn’t fake it. Instead, she pushed through the crowd, shielding her eyes with her arm to avoid making tomorrow’s gossip even more humiliating.
...
Lin Yu, always the first to bolt after school, had left long before the apology happened.
But as someone connected to both girls, he didn’t need to wait until morning to hear the news.
When White Hair, his classmate, told him Tang Manman had rejected Gu Yue’s apology, Lin Yu wasn’t surprised.
That was just how things went.
You apologize, and they’re supposed to accept it?
Like your apology is some irresistible stack of cash?
Lin Yu hadn’t urged Gu Yue to apologize just to seek forgiveness.
Sure, it’d be great if Tang Manman accepted.
But the real point was about taking responsibility.
After doing something so terrible, how could she not apologize?
"Slurp—"
"Slurp—"
Finishing the last of his noodles, Lin Yu slung his bag over his shoulder and headed home.
With so much homework waiting, he needed to get it done early if he wanted any sleep tonight.
...
Before dawn, Lin Yu was jolted awake by his alarm.
Grumbling, he dragged himself through his morning routine, leaving his soul behind in the warm blankets as his body trudged downstairs toward school.
As Gu Yue had said, even if Lin Yu skipped his homework, no one would check, and he wouldn’t be punished.
But he still believed in doing it properly.
What was the point of copying? Better not do it at all!
Stepping out of the aging apartment building, Lin Yu paused in surprise at the sight of someone unexpected.
"Tang Manman?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you."
"About what?"
Lin Yu kept walking but slowed his pace, waiting for Tang Manman to catch up.
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
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...
