Tang Manman pointed at the bandage on Lin Yu's head and asked cautiously, "Does it hurt?"
"No," Lin Yu replied with his usual impatience.
"Then... is it from an old injury that hasn't healed yet?"
Remembering her mother's earlier speculation, Tang Manman felt a mix of guilt and anxiety.
"What's it to you?"
"Stay away from me!"
"If you keep sticking around, don’t blame me for what happens next!"
Lin Yu raised his hands to shoulder height, palms facing Tang Manman, his fingers curling and uncurling in a universally recognized vulgar gesture.
Tang Manman flinched at first, instinctively covering her chest with her hands. But then, recalling the humiliation she’d endured under the willow tree and in Lin Yu’s room, her expression hardened with resolve. Straightening her back like a gambler going all-in, she defiantly lifted her chin.
"Stop trying to scare me."
"You’re not that kind of person!"
Her sudden defiance caught Lin Yu off guard. His fierce expression faltered for a split second before turning even more aggressive, as if to mask some fragile emotion beneath.
"I am that kind of person!"
"If I didn’t have other things to deal with today—"
"You... you..."
"You’d be on tomorrow’s crime news!"
With a final glare, Lin Yu turned and stormed off, his hurried footsteps almost as if he were fleeing some monstrous beast.
Tang Manman watched his retreating figure, a sour ache of grievance swelling in her chest.
Why did he always treat her so harshly?
She had never done anything to provoke him.
Returning to the bus stop in a daze, Tang Manman stood silently by the sign, replaying every interaction to figure out what she might have done to deserve this.
Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Yu Kai beside her, his face darkening to an almost purple shade of fury.
"Manman, stay away from people like him. He’s clearly no good!"
After holding back for so long, he finally snapped, his voice thick with barely contained anger.
Tang Manman frowned and turned to him, her tone firm.
"Yu Kai, Lin Yu is a good person. You can’t judge someone just by their appearance."
"Don’t you remember?"
"He helped me before!"
Hearing her defend that troublemaker only fueled Yu Kai’s rage. In his anger, he began slinging baseless accusations.
"Helped you? Ha!"
"I wouldn’t be surprised if he staged the whole thing—hired people to bully you just so he could swoop in and play the hero."
"Otherwise, how could he show up twice exactly when you were in trouble?"
"Can’t you see how suspicious that is?"
Yu Kai put on a knowing look, speaking as if he’d uncovered some grand conspiracy.
Tang Manman was too stunned to even feel angry at first. The idea was absurd.
Lin Yu hiring people to bully her?
For what?
So he could beat them up and get them expelled?
Or just so he could snap at her occasionally and use her as an emotional punching bag?
There was no logic to it!
She glared at Yu Kai, baffled by how easily he could smear someone he didn’t even know.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she was about to defend Lin Yu when something in Yu Kai’s words caught her attention.
"Twice?"
"What do you mean, twice?"
"Besides that morning in the hallway when I was bullied, when else did you know about?"
"Were you just hiding in the shadows again, watching like last time?"
Her eyes reddened as she confronted him, suddenly realizing how cowardly and unfamiliar this person beside her had become.
Not only had he done nothing while his friend was bullied, but now he was slandering the one who’d actually stepped in to help.
When had he turned into someone so despicable?

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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.”

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?!

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!