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?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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!
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.
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.”
