In the afternoon, when Lin Yu saw the homeroom teacher again, he got his answer.
"No."
The homeroom teacher shook her head helplessly and said,
"I tried to negotiate for you."
"They won’t allow it."
"They said switching classes is absolutely out of the question."
"If you have the means, maybe try hiring a tutor."
"It could help with your studies."
After saying this, the teacher left. Lin Yu stood there, holding a bottle of sweetened drink, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over him.
But only for a moment.
When it came to switching classes, Lin Yu was determined to make it happen!
It was time to call in the big guns!
Zhao She.
Qing Mo.
Which of these two should he ask for help?
Lin Yu rubbed his chin with one hand.
After just a brief moment of thought, he made his decision.
Better to ask Qing Mo.
Zhao She’s methods were limited, and they wouldn’t be suitable for this situation anyway.
Qing Mo was filthy rich, and her social status was sky-high. Surely, she had the means to get him transferred.
He took out his phone, summarized the situation in a message, and sent it to Qing Mo. Then, he waited for her reply.
As expected, Qing Mo responded quickly—less than thirty seconds after he sent the message.
It was shockingly fast for someone who supposedly ran a massive business empire and was swamped with work every day.
She seemed more like a shut-in.
The kind who lounged around at home all day, never letting go of her phone unless she was asleep!
Qing Mo: "Going to find your little girlfriend?"
Lin Yu stared at the message, baffled.
How do you all keep guessing what I’m thinking...
Wait, no!
Why does everyone assume it’s about that?
Who do you take me for?
Do I really look like I can’t wait two more weeks?
Lin Yu: "No, I just want to focus on studying."
Lin Yu: "You know me—I’ve always had strong resistance to feminine charms."
This time, Qing Mo took a long pause before replying.
Qing Mo: "Have dinner with me tonight."
Lin Yu: "???"
Lin Yu: "We’re at this level of friendship, and you’re setting conditions for helping me?"
Qing Mo: "What?"
Qing Mo: "Not willing?"
Qing Mo: "I thought you were having fun with your little girlfriend?"
Qing Mo: "Or do you want coupons from me too?"
In front of the screen, Lin Yu’s face—usually uneven in tone—suddenly turned uniformly dark red.
Lin Yu: "How do you know about that?"
Almost immediately, he answered his own question.
Lin Yu: "You had someone follow me?"
Qing Mo didn’t even try to hide it. She admitted it outright.
Qing Mo: "Of course I had someone keep an eye on you."
Qing Mo: "How else would I know if you were lying to me?"
Qing Mo: "Or if you were two-timing me?"
Lin Yu: "Are you insane?"
Lin Yu was furious.
We’re not even dating! Why do you care so much?
What business is it of yours?
Qing Mo: "Can you send a voice message to curse me out?"
Reading this, Lin Yu’s anger instantly turned into exasperation.
It was like that saying:
I want to hit you, but I’m afraid you’d enjoy it too much.
Lin Yu: "Screw off."
Lin Yu: "Don’t show up at the school gate tonight."
Lin Yu: "Wait for me to message you."
Qing Mo: "Okay."
...
...
Qing Mo: "Really can’t send one voice message?"
Lin Yu rolled his eyes in disgust, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and pretended he never saw her last message.
Lunatic!
...
In the boardroom, a group of well-dressed, elite shareholders sat around a long table.
They exchanged glances—looking at each other, then at others—but no one dared to speak up.
All eyes kept drifting toward the stunningly beautiful yet icy woman at the head of the table.
Her expressions kept shifting—a faint smile one moment, a hint of sadness the next, and then barely suppressed laughter. Everyone was baffled.
Normally, her frosty expression didn’t change for weeks.
Why was she so expressive today?
No one understood.
But no one dared to ask.
Though everyone’s time was valuable, they all knew that offending this mercurial woman would render their time worthless—permanently.
After a while, the woman finally set her phone down.
She glanced around the room and said coolly,
"Let’s adjourn the meeting here."
Then she stood and turned to her secretary.
"Cancel all my afternoon appointments. I have something more important to do."
The secretary was stunned.
Seriously?
Boss, weren’t you the one who rushed to schedule this meeting, saying it was crucial?
Now it’s not important anymore?
And what about the meeting with the industry leader this afternoon?
You’re ditching that too?
Is this okay?
The secretary was screaming internally but kept a professional smile.
Fine.
You’re the boss.
You call the shots!
...
...
Lin Yu knew money meant nothing to Qing Mo, so he felt zero guilt picking the most expensive restaurant possible.
What?
The portions are small and you might leave hungry?
Easy fix—just order more!
In the private dining room, Lin Yu devoured meat and shrimp with reckless abandon, completely ignoring his table manners. Even with the breathtakingly elegant Qing Mo sitting across from him, he kept his focus solely on the food.
Deep down, he had a small hope—maybe acting like a barbarian would make refined, poised Qing Mo lose interest in him. Then they could go their separate ways in peace.
Because who could stand being watched all the time?
Between bites, Lin Yu stole a glance at Qing Mo—only to find her staring at him like he was the main course.
When she noticed him looking, she quickly turned away, her ears peeking out from her hair, flushed red.
???
Why the hell are you blushing?!
Lin Yu had no choice but to bring up the real matter.
"So, is it settled?"
"When can I switch classes?"
"Whenever you want."
Qing Mo stared down at her barely touched, now-cold food and said,
"I bought the school you attend."
"Cough—!"
Lin Yu choked mid-bite, coughing violently.
He instinctively reached for a napkin, but before he could find one, Qing Mo had already handed him one. Her usually cold face showed genuine concern as she asked softly,
"Are you okay?"
Lin Yu took the napkin, wiped his mouth, and shook his head to signal he was fine.
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...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
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.”
