Tang Qinqin scrunched up her delicate face, reluctantly accepting the bowl of chicken soup. After taking a tiny sip, her fine brows instantly furrowed tightly, as if she had swallowed not a savory broth but some bitter medicinal potion attacking her taste buds!
Clutching the bowl with both hands, Tang Qinqin lowered her head slightly, pretending to continue drinking while in reality merely pressing her pink lips against the rim—not a single drop touched her tongue.
Her dark, gleaming eyes darted mischievously behind the veil of her hair.
Suddenly, her expression brightened. She lifted her head and pointed at the schoolbag by the bed, saying,
"Oh, Sis, hand me my bag, will you? There's a concept I can't figure out, and I’ve been waiting to ask you about it."
As she spoke, she effortlessly maneuvered the bowl of soup toward the nightstand with one hand, her movements so fluid she didn’t even need to glance at it. Her arm stretched out, aiming to place the bowl in an obscure corner.
Just as the bowl was about to land silently, a pale hand suddenly intercepted, gripping her wrist.
Startled, Tang Qinqin recoiled, turning to face her sister, whose smile remained unshaken. She blinked innocently, hoping to charm her way out.
"Drink first."
"Finish it before studying."
"Otherwise, once it’s cold, you’ll pull the ‘sensitive stomach’ card again and skip it entirely."
Tang Manman narrowed her eyes, her voice soft but firm.
"Ugh..."
Tang Qinqin pouted her lower lip, feigning heartbreak at being so thoroughly exposed.
"Hurry up."
"Or I’ll tell Mom to confiscate your phone."
Tang Manman’s threat carried a razor-edged sweetness.
Seeing her cuteness fail, Tang Qinqin sighed dramatically and reluctantly brought the bowl back to her lips.
After a tiny sip, her youthful face scrunched up even tighter.
"Sis, how’s school been lately?"
"Is studying exhausting?"
She cradled the bowl, feigning casual chatter.
"It’s fine."
Tang Manman replied absently.
Tang Qinqin took another small sip, this time without grimacing. Instead, she ventured cautiously,
"No one’s bullying you, right?"
"No."
Tang Manman shook her head distractedly—until realization struck.
Why would Qinqin ask that?
Remembering her encounter with Yu Kai in the elevator earlier, her willow-thin brows knitted. Her tone sharpened as she demanded,
"Did Yu Kai say something to you?"
Tang Qinqin didn’t evade. She gave a light hum and nodded.
"Brother Yu Kai visited earlier and mentioned some things about you at school."
"What things?"
Tang Manman pressed, her frown deepening.
"He said you’ve been targeted by some shady guy at school—that he’s been pulling tricks to mess with you."
Holding the bowl like a shield, Tang Qinqin’s peach-blossom eyes sparkled with gossipy intrigue beneath her dark hair.
"That Yu Kai!"
"Since when did he turn into such a snake?"
"Spreading lies and smearing people!"
"Calling others shady? He’s the shady one!"
Tang Manman’s anger flared.
"What’s really going on?"
"Tell me, Sis!"
Tang Qinqin adopted a solemn expression, playing the concerned sister. As she spoke, she straightened up and smoothly set the lukewarm bowl on the nightstand, nudging it further away...
...
Carrying the heavy thermos, Tang Manman stormed out of the hospital room, her face thunderous.
That Tang Qinqin!
Mom needs to punish her—confiscate her phone for at least a week!
Always scheming to avoid her soup!
Fuming, she marched toward the bus stop, her irritation mounting with every step.
No.
I can’t just leave like this.
She’s drinking that soup today if it’s the last thing I do!
She checked her phone—4:00 PM. If she took the bus home now, she’d miss the last one back.
A taxi would cost over forty yuan...
The thought of wasting that much money made her chest ache.
Her scholarship had fallen through this term, and finances were tight. She couldn’t splurge like this.
But...
Tang Manman gritted her teeth.
If I go home now, I’ll be up all night stewing.
And how would I explain this to Mom?
Tomorrow’s her fasting check-up. Once it’s done, she’ll just burrow under the blankets, fake illness, and we’ll be powerless!
Let her skip this week’s soup?
Unacceptable!
Maybe... a nearby restaurant could reheat it?
With that thought, she pivoted away from the bus stop.
There was a place near the hospital that offered food-warming services.
Perfect.
They’ll heat the soup.
Tang Qinqin—your luck just ran out!
...
Following her memory, Tang Manman soon reached the small eatery. Spotting the "Food Reheating Available" sign, she smirked triumphantly.
Let’s see you wriggle out of this one!
Inside, she meant to find the owner—until something else seized her attention.
A pair of voluptuous curves that would make men straighten up and women shrink in envy.
Above them, centered between collarbones, a pair of ink-black wings were tattooed against snow-white skin.
The stark contrast of black on white was arresting.
But what truly stunned Tang Manman wasn’t the bold tattoo or the exposed cleavage—it was their owner.
A petite, round-faced girl.
Lin Yu’s girlfriend.
Here, cozied up to another man, feeding each other and whispering sweet nothings.
Tang Manman froze, her mission momentarily forgotten.
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
