"Alright, thanks, Brother Hu."
Lin Yu nodded at Black Tiger.
After some casual chatting, Lin Yu grew bored and made an excuse to leave...
Early the next morning, after packing his schoolbag, Lin Yu slung it over his shoulder and headed downstairs.
Walking along the bustling streets, he noticed the crowd was denser than usual. The further he walked, the more something felt off.
It wasn’t until the fifth time he spotted groups of casually dressed teenagers fooling around that it suddenly hit him.
Damn!
What day is it today?
Lin Yu pulled out his phone.
Thursday.
But—Mid-Autumn Festival!
Seeing the red "Holiday" label under the Mid-Autumn Festival on the calendar, Lin Yu rolled his eyes.
The one time I actually feel like studying.
And you ruin it like this.
Screw it!
No studying today!
Back to bed!
He turned around, ready to head home for a nap. But after just a few steps, he reached a crossroads.
Stopping at the intersection, Lin Yu glanced left, then right.
The left path was the way he’d come—the route home. Originally, he’d planned to backtrack and sleep the day away. But now his stomach was growling. Still, going home wasn’t a bad option. There was an egg pancake stall along that road.
The auntie running it had serious skills.
An egg pancake would be the perfect breakfast.
The right path, though, led close to the 24-hour "First Encounter" bar. The breakfast there was bound to be way more lavish than a simple egg pancake. And best of all—it was free!
But...
Was it worth the trip just for a meal?
Lin Yu stood frozen, his gaze flickering left, then right.
The traffic light cycled through multiple changes, yet he still couldn’t decide.
"Whatever," he muttered to himself.
"Time for a change. As good as those egg pancakes are, you can’t eat ’em every day."
"Besides, it’s been a while. I should check in on the place."
Decision made, Lin Yu turned right and headed toward First Encounter.
At the bar, he ordered some food at the counter.
No payment, of course.
The bartender had seen him the day before and knew better than to ask for money.
Lin Yu found an empty seat and started eating, planning to leave right after.
The bar was nearly empty. At 6 a.m., most patrons had already gone home, and the few passed-out drunks weren’t waking up anytime soon. The place was dead silent.
Just as Lin Yu thought the peace would last until he left, a noisy commotion erupted. A rowdy group barged in.
His peaceful breakfast ruined, Lin Yu scowled but kept quiet. It wasn’t his place to complain—free food was free food.
He kept eating quietly, but the group spotted him and zeroed in.
"Holy shit!"
"It’s Brother Long!"
A guy in a blue denim jacket and ripped jeans shouted excitedly at the sight of Lin Yu.
"Brother Long?"
"Where? Where?"
The lethargic group suddenly perked up, scanning the room.
"Are you blind, dumbass?"
"Who else is here?"
The denim-jacket guy snapped at his friend before pointing at Lin Yu in his school uniform.
Their eyes followed the gesture, landing on the quiet figure eating in the corner.
At first, their expressions were dismissive.
The school uniform made them think he was just some student—not the infamous Lin Yu.
But once they got a good look at his unmistakably cocky hairstyle, recognition hit.
"No way!"
"It really is Brother Long!"
They swarmed around him, shouting greetings.
"Brother Long!"
"Yeah, hey."
Lin Yu gave a half-hearted nod, baffled.
Since when was he this popular?
"Brother Long, I’ve heard all about what you did. You’re a legend."
The denim-jacket guy from the Black Blood Gang gave a thumbs-up.
"What’d I do?"
Lin Yu frowned.
"You taking a bullet for the boss, obviously!"
"You’ve been laying low, so you might not know."
"Word’s spread like wildfire in the gang!"
"You risked your life to lure those Fire Scorpion bastards away from Boss Li Yuan."
"Loyal as hell. A real... uh..."
The guy’s vocabulary failed him. He stammered until his friend elbowed him and whispered:
"‘Peerless heroism.’"
"Yeah, that!"
"Peerless heroism!"
The praise kept pouring in, and Lin Yu rubbed his nose, suddenly self-conscious.
But then he reconsidered.
Forget intentions—what mattered were actions!
That night, if not for him, Li Yuan would’ve—
...
Actually, Li Yuan would’ve bolted way earlier...
And his own injuries?
...
Probably wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t tried to screw Li Yuan over...
But—
But he still led four pursuers away, right?
Like the old saying goes:
"A gentleman’s judged by deeds, not thoughts!"
I’m a goddamn gentleman!
A stand-up guy!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
