"Are you okay?"
Han Juyou was momentarily dazed when Liu Muye's gentle voice snapped her back to reality.
"Huh? I... I'm fine."
She shook her head lightly, her mesmerizing eyes—deep and mysterious like an abyss—locked onto Liu Muye's gaze, as if trying to uncover some hidden secret buried within him.
Liu Muye couldn’t handle the intensity of her stare. It felt like she could see right through him in an instant. His eyes darted away, avoiding her piercing gaze.
Noticing his evasion, Han Juyou finally looked away. "Why did you help me?"
Liu Muye chuckled. "I’m just a helpful guy. No need to thank me."
"Who said I was thanking you?" Han Juyou narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. "Why did you give that man money for me?"
"If I didn’t pay him off, he’d just keep harassing you."
"...People like him are bottomless pits. Once they get a taste, they’ll keep coming back for more." A trace of sorrow flickered in her eyes.
Liu Muye reassured her, "Don’t worry. He’ll never set foot in Siliya Academy again."
"Ugh..." Han Juyou sighed. "But I can’t just hide in the school forever, can I?"
Liu Muye’s expression turned serious as he spoke deliberately, "As long as I, Liu Muye, am still in Shangjing City, no one here will dare lay a finger on you."
"You... you... what exactly do you want from me?"
Han Juyou tensed up again, instinctively stepping back—but this time, she only retreated half a step before stopping, held in place by the sincerity in Liu Muye’s eyes.
"I... I..."
Liu Muye panicked. He knew Han Juyou was sharp—ordinary lies wouldn’t fool her. And now that she was questioning his motives, any slip-up could blow his cover.
"What about you?" Han Juyou pressed, brows furrowed. "Ever since my first day here, you’ve been unusually attentive. You expect me to believe you have no ulterior motives?"
"Come on, what could I possibly want from you?" Liu Muye shoved his hands into his pockets, feigning nonchalance as he mimicked Nangong Ye’s tone. "I’m the heir of the Liu conglomerate. What would I want with a scholarship student like you? Later!"
"Wait—!"
Afraid she’d catch on, Liu Muye tried to bolt, but Han Juyou grabbed his sleeve before he could turn away.
He spun back. "Y-yes? Something else?"
Han Juyou bit her lip lightly and murmured, "The money you gave my father... I’ll find a way to pay you back. And... thank you for today."
It was the first time she’d shown a hint of girlish shyness in front of him.
Liu Muye exhaled in relief and waved it off. "Don’t mention it. The money’s nothing—I’ve got plenty to spare."
"No." Han Juyou shook her head firmly. "I will repay you."
"We’ll see, we’ll see."
With that, Liu Muye pulled his sleeve free and practically fled from the girls’ dormitory.
A few thousand bucks meant nothing to him—he’d never intended for her to return it.
After all, to him now, money was just meaningless numbers and scraps of paper.
Han Juyou stood still, watching his retreating figure under the sunlight, his silhouette bathed in a golden glow, radiant and faintly mysterious.
"As long as I, Liu Muye, am still in Shangjing City, no one here will dare lay a finger on you!"
His words echoed in her mind, leaving her momentarily lost in thought. Unconsciously, the corners of her lips curled into a soft, captivating smile.
Then, limping slightly, she turned and headed back into the dorm.
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[Novelists love crafting absurd, fantastical meet-cutes for their protagonists, but real-life first encounters are often even more illogical and surreal. —Liu Muye’s Notes]
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"Why the rush? Running from ghosts?" Nangong Ye raised an eyebrow as Liu Muye barged into their dorm, panting.
"Pretty much. Thanks to printing your damn documents, I almost got caught by a fox spirit," Liu Muye grumbled, tossing the meeting files onto the table.
"A fox spirit?" Nangong Ye smirked. "You really are an interesting guy."
"Cut the crap." Liu Muye grabbed a soda from the fridge and flopped onto the couch across from him.
Nangong Ye pulled out a check from his pocket and handed it over. "Here."
"Huh?" Liu Muye took it—blank except for a signature and seal. "Why give me an empty check?"
"For your trouble." Nangong Ye pointed at it. "Fill in any amount. Cash it at Nangong Bank."
"Damn, that’s generous!"
Liu Muye immediately reached for a pen, then paused—wait, he was a rich heir now too.
He tossed the check back. "Don’t look down on me. I don’t need your pocket change."
Nangong Ye, as if triggered by a script, declared, "You’re the first man to refuse my check. You’ve successfully caught my—"
"Shut it!" Liu Muye cut him off. "We’re bros. Drop the act!"
"Uh... huh?" Nangong Ye blinked, mid-monologue.
Liu Muye squinted. "Why do you always spout these lines?"
"Dunno." Nangong Ye scratched his head, eyes brimming with pure, unfiltered cluelessness. "They just... come out."
"Right. My bad for asking." Liu Muye facepalmed, muttering to himself.
After a beat, he suddenly asked, "Hey, Ye-dàshǎo, do you just hand out checks to people for fun?"
"Sometimes cash. Want some?" Nangong Ye pulled out his wallet, dead serious.
"...No!" Liu Muye’s eye twitched.
Nangong Ye tilted his head. "Why don’t you call me ‘Young Master Nangong’?"
"Why should I?" Liu Muye shot back.
Nangong Ye pondered. "Because everyone else does."
"Well, I like being different. From now on, you’re ‘Ye-dàshǎo’ to me."
Nangong Ye nodded. "Fine. Then I’ll call you ‘Little Ye’."
"Hard pass." Liu Muye crossed his arms. "I may not be as loaded as your family, but I’m still a second-gen rich kid. At least call me ‘Ye-dàshǎo’."
"Ye-dàshǎo?" Nangong Ye considered it. "Sure. By the way, you’re the first peer I’ve ever addressed so formally."
Liu Muye stared at Nangong Ye, who exuded an indescribable air of foolishness, and suddenly realized a problem—when he had originally written the book, he’d been so focused on portraying the male lead as invincible that the real Nangong Ye now behaved like a child in front of others or when handling situations… Was he just too naive?
Aside from being naive, there were times when he was downright ridiculous.
…
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
. 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!"
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?"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
