Model Student:
...
Model Student:...
A bizarre stream of memes poured forth like a waterfall in reverse, overwhelming to the eyes.
Lin Yu felt a pang of guilt.
The meme's bear staring back at him felt like Gu Yue's gaze from a thousand miles away—shocked, suspicious, disbelieving, and burning with the fury of betrayal.
Under Gu Yue's relentless questioning, Lin Yu had no choice but to spill everything, like Cao Cao retreating from a siege—there was no hiding it anymore.
After laying everything bare, Lin Yu endured nearly a full minute of Gu Yue's bombardment of eerie memes.
In the dead of night, it was downright unsettling.
Dragon Overlord: I wanted to tell you back then.
Model Student: ?
Dragon Overlord: But by the time I found out about your college application, the deadline had passed.
Model Student: ??
Dragon Overlord: Figured there was no point telling you then, so I kept quiet...
Model Student: ???
Dragon Overlord: Sorry /(ㄒOㄒ)/~~.
Model Student: ??????
No matter what Lin Yu said, all he got in return were question marks from Gu Yue.
After apologizing, Lin Yu simply stopped responding, and Gu Yue resumed her meme assault.
After five or six minutes—presumably having cooled off a bit—Gu Yue finally typed out a proper message.
Model Student: Where are you now?
Dragon Overlord: S University in S City.
Model Student: Is Tang Manman also in S City?
Dragon Overlord: No.
Dragon Overlord: She’s still at N University.
Model Student: ???
Model Student: What’s going on?
Model Student: Didn’t you say you wanted to go to a college closer to her?
Dragon Overlord: Things changed. It’s complicated.
Dragon Overlord: Anyway...
Dragon Overlord: It’s over.
After sending that last message, Gu Yue stopped replying. Strangely, though, the chat box kept displaying "typing..." at the top.
Lin Yu wondered if his phone had frozen.
After scrolling through some short videos, Gu Yue’s message finally came through.
Model Student: Did you break up with her?
Model Student: Or did she break up with you?
Lin Yu stared at the messages, thinking neither description really fit, and typed back.
Dragon Overlord: I wouldn’t call it a breakup.
Dragon Overlord: We were never officially together.
Dragon Overlord: Then something happened, and...
Dragon Overlord: That was that.
Model Student: What happened?
Gu Yue pressed like an overly curious child.
Lin Yu frowned, not wanting to answer—it wasn’t exactly something to be proud of.
Dragon Overlord: Don’t wanna talk about it.
Gu Yue went silent again, though this time only for about a minute before another message popped up.
Model Student: So does that mean you’re single now, just like me?
Model Student: (raised eyebrow smirk)
Dragon Overlord: Nope, I have a girlfriend.
Model Student: ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Model Student: Since when?!
Model Student: How did I not know?!
Dragon Overlord: Right after Tang Manman left. Found someone a few days later.
Dragon Overlord: (nose-picking)
Model Student: So THAT’S why you kept turning me down when I asked you to hang out!
Model Student: You were sneaking off to see your new girlfriend!!!
Lin Yu smacked his lips, thinking Gu Yue had it wrong.
He wasn’t ditching her to chase after a girlfriend—he just didn’t have time to hang out because he was already seeing someone!
But he couldn’t be bothered to correct her. No point in complicating things.
Model Student: Who’s the lucky girl?
Dragon Overlord: You wouldn’t know her.
Model Student: ...
Model Student: 6
Gu Yue stopped messaging after that, and Lin Yu was relieved.
Now that the bomb had dropped, he felt lighter.
Good—no more scrambling for excuses to lie to her!
The next morning, with no early classes, Lin Yu slept in until past ten before finally getting up and heading downstairs.
As he strolled toward the cafeteria, his mind buzzed with thoughts of food.
After weeks of scouting with his buddies, he’d sampled almost everything the cafeteria had to offer.
A few dishes stood out—delicious, perfectly suited to his tastes.
He’d already mentally bookmarked them as his go-to meals for the next four years.
Just as he was debating whether to pair his meal with sweet, creamy pumpkin juice or fizzy soda, four guys suddenly stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
The one in the center, looking him up and down with clear disdain, spoke first.
"You’re Lin Yu?"
Lin Yu eyed the strangers, unsure what they wanted, but nodded.
"Yeah, that’s me. What’s up?"
The leader scoffed, his gaze dripping with contempt as it swept over Lin Yu’s cheap clothes, like he was some kind of joke.
Then, without warning, he jabbed two fingers into Lin Yu’s shoulder and growled,
"Stay the hell away from Luo Xiaoxiao, got it?"
Lin Yu stood frozen, letting the stranger poke him twice.
Luo Xiaoxiao?
Who was that?
The name sounded familiar...
Wait—
No.
A more pressing realization hit him.
He quickly pulled out his phone, using the dark screen as a mirror to check his reflection.
Dark skin.
Sharp, intimidating eyes.
Gaunt cheeks.
A high, severe nose.
Thin lips.
A face that screamed "don’t mess with me."
???
This checks out.
Seriously, dude?
I look like this, and you’re trying to bully me?
What’s wrong with you?
While Lin Yu inspected himself, the four ignored men grew visibly irritated.
The ringleader—sporting a flashy watch—snapped and tried to slap the phone out of Lin Yu’s hand.
"You deaf or something?"
Lin Yu lifted his hand just in time, leaving the guy swiping at air.
Humiliated, the man yanked his hand back and thrust a finger inches from Lin Yu’s nose.
"You better stay away from Luo Xiaoxiao, or I’ll make sure you regret it, you hear me—"
"Cough!"
The man folded mid-air like a crumpled piece of paper, flying back several feet before crashing to the ground.
"Damn!" Lin Yu retracted his foot, glaring at the guy now curled up in pain.
"You really thought I wasn’t gangster material?"
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?"
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...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
