Looking at Qing Mo, Lin Yu hesitated to speak.
Damn.
I just asked you for a small favor, and you went ahead and bought the entire school.
You’re seriously outrageously rich.
"Fine."
"Principal Qing Mo."
"So, I can just switch classes tomorrow when I get to school, right?"
Qing Mo nodded.
"The new principal will come to your class tomorrow. Just tell him which class you want to transfer to."
The new principal will come to my class to find me?
Lin Yu silently repeated the sentence in his head, smacking his lips twice, feeling something was off.
Why does it sound like this all-powerful school leader is just some errand boy in Qing Mo’s words?
Wait—no need to imagine, the principal is an errand boy in front of her...
No!
A slacker like me isn’t even qualified to run errands for the principal!
And as for Qing Mo in front of me...
...
Holy crap!
Lin Yu’s eyes widened.
Full circle!
After a lavish dinner, Qing Mo paid the bill, and the two left the restaurant, taking the elevator downstairs.
Inside the elevator, Lin Yu was still hung up on Qing Mo having someone monitor him, finding it unacceptable.
He turned to her and asked irritably:
"Can you call off the people watching me?"
"It makes me really uncomfortable."
Qing Mo’s lips curled slightly, her smile cold yet tinged with mischief, as she enunciated each word:
"No."
Lin Yu frowned and pressed again:
"No room for negotiation?"
Qing Mo stood firm, unwavering.
"None."
Suddenly, Lin Yu’s expression darkened. With his naturally sharp features, his aura turned downright menacing—like a thug fresh from a killing.
"Am I giving you too much leeway?"
Faced with Lin Yu’s abrupt 180-degree shift in attitude, Qing Mo froze for a second before an eerie—yet fitting—excitement flickered in her eyes.
Her cold gaze softened, desire flashing in their depths as her breathing grew rapid and uneven.
"Call them off!"
"Don’t make me say it again!"
The elevator doors slid open. Lin Yu shot Qing Mo a look as if she were trash, then strode out without a backward glance.
Left alone in the elevator, Qing Mo stood motionless, staring at Lin Yu’s tall, lean figure, her breath ragged, cheeks flushed...
...
Early the next morning, Lin Yu left home, weaving left and right, carefully checking his surroundings and behind him. After multiple tests, he finally confirmed—no one was tailing him this time.
Qing Mo really only responds to force, huh?
Who knew it’d work so well on her.
Lin Yu rubbed his chin, pleased with his success.
In high spirits, he arrived at school and took his seat, waiting for the new principal.
Before morning self-study ended, an unfamiliar middle-aged man entered through the front door and asked for Lin Yu.
Already prepared, Lin Yu stood and followed him out.
In the hallway, the man smiled amiably, even with a hint of deference, asking which class Lin Yu wanted to transfer to.
Now, Lin Yu dropped all pretense and got straight to the point:
"I want to go to Class B1 on the fourth floor."
He remembered Tang Manman was in that class.
No more games!
I’m laying my cards on the table!
I will be in the same class as Tang Manman!
And we will sit together!
"Class B1..."
The man’s brow furrowed slightly, as if troubled, but he quickly made up his mind and nodded.
"Alright!"
"Follow me!"
Lin Yu eagerly packed his bag, then the two took the elevator to the fourth floor, heading straight for Class B1 at the far end of the hallway.
Standing at the door, Lin Yu immediately spotted Tang Manman near the front.
Aside from familiarity, her delicate, ethereal beauty made her stand out effortlessly.
Lin Yu would bet anything—even if he didn’t know her, even if this were his first time in this class—Tang Manman would still be the first person he noticed.
So pretty.
Heh.
Tang Manman, bent over her desk solving problems, seemed to sense something and looked up. Their eyes met, both lips curling, joy flickering in their gazes.
After a brief, wordless exchange, Lin Yu turned to the new principal beside him.
Just as he was about to ask to be seated next to Tang Manman, the principal suddenly spoke:
"Who’s Tang Manman?"
"Me..."
Tang Manman raised her hand in confusion, unsure why this stranger was calling her name.
The man looked at her and ordered:
"Pack your things."
"You’re coming with me to Class B2."
???
Lin Yu’s head filled with question marks. He turned to the principal, bewilderment and shock plastered across his face.
Dude.
If you move Tang Manman out, what’s the point of me being here?
Realizing something was off, Lin Yu quickly signaled the principal, and the two stepped away from the classroom door into an empty stretch of hallway.
"Principal, why are you moving her?"
Lin Yu asked, utterly baffled.
The principal wore an awkward expression as he explained:
"I don’t have a choice."
"Yesterday, the higher-ups told me you could transfer to any class, sit with anyone you want."
"But you cannot be in the same class as Tang Manman."
Lin Yu’s eyes widened. Barely containing his anger, he demanded:
"Why?"
"Who told you that?"
The principal opened his mouth to answer, but Lin Yu cut him off with a raised hand:
"Never mind."
"Don’t bother—I know who it is!"
"Wait here!"
Fuming, Lin Yu stormed off to the side and called Qing Mo.
No kidding!
Who else could it be?
The call connected after just two rings, Qing Mo’s voice laced with hidden amusement as she answered with a soft "Hello?"
"Hello my ass!"
In a foul mood, Lin Yu’s tone was sharp.
"What exactly did you tell the new principal?"
"Are you deliberately messing with me?"
"Heh."
A cold laugh came through the speaker before Qing Mo shot back:
"Didn’t you say you wanted to focus on studying?"
"I’m keeping her away so she won’t distract you. What’s wrong with that?"
Lin Yu was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, he muttered weakly:
"It won’t affect my studies. Stop interfering!"
"Call the principal right now and tell him not to move Tang Manman!"
Qing Mo scoffed, her voice turning icy.
"Lin Yu."
"Don’t you think you’re pushing it?"
"Using my authority so you can cozy up to your little girlfriend all day?"
"When the two of you end up in bed, should I give you a push too?"
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?"
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agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
