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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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!
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.”
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.
