……Girls' Dormitory……
"Juyou, Juyou?"
"Huh?"
"Why do you seem so distracted?" Shangguan Yurou walked up to Han Juyou with a concerned look. "Ever since you rushed downstairs earlier and came back, you've been spacing out. Did something happen?"
"N-no, nothing." Han Juyou forced a smile at Shangguan Yurou.
Shangguan Yurou took her hand and said softly, "If you're facing any trouble, just tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help you."
In Liu Muye's book, Shangguan Yurou was gentle, considerate, and incredibly perceptive. Even when dealing with someone she had just met, like Han Juyou, she would offer her help without hesitation.
This was also why, in the original storyline, Han Juyou had managed to repeatedly drive a wedge between Shangguan Yurou and Nangong Ye.
Han Juyou tightened her grip on Shangguan Yurou's hand and smiled. "Really, it's nothing. I'm fine. Thank you, Yurou."
"No need to thank me. We're friends, aren't we?" Shangguan Yurou gave a faint, sweet smile.
Hearing her words, Han Juyou suddenly felt a surge of emotion. "Actually… I’ve never really had many friends growing up. I feel so lucky to have met someone as kind as you right at the start of the semester."
"Honestly… I don’t have many friends either," Shangguan Yurou murmured after a brief pause. "People… don’t really approach me."
"Why?" Han Juyou asked, puzzled. "You're so kind, Yurou. Why wouldn’t people want to be around you?"
"Well, maybe because…"
Shangguan Yurou almost blurted out that it was because of her "young miss status," but if she said that, her hidden identity would be exposed. Thankfully, she caught herself in time.
Noticing her hesitation, Han Juyou pressed, "Because what?"
"Because… because… I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not likable," Shangguan Yurou stammered.
"That can’t be true. How could you think that?" Han Juyou shook her head. "You’re practically perfect. You’re definitely more likable than me."
Shangguan Yurou smiled wryly. "If that’s the case, then why don’t you have friends either, Juyou? You’re beautiful and kind too."
"I don’t know either…"
The question made Han Juyou recall her past.
As if remembering something unpleasant, she shuddered before snapping back to reality. "I really don’t know why no one wanted to be my friend. Maybe I’m just… unlikable."
Shangguan Yurou shook her head and smiled. "I’ll be your friend."
"Okay."
In that moment, two girls, each carrying their own secrets, became true friends.
Han Juyou suddenly remembered Liu Muye’s warning on the first day of school—"Don’t hurt Shangguan Yurou."
She thought to herself, "Shangguan Yurou is such a good person. How could I ever hurt her? Why would Liu Muye say something like that?"
Never in her life had Han Juyou felt so utterly confused.
For a fleeting moment, her feelings toward Liu Muye grew more complicated—an indescribable emotion, like a mix of bewilderment and… affection?
The thought sent ripples through her heart.
……
That evening, Shangguan Yurou brought dinner back for Han Juyou.
Seeing her sitting at the desk, scribbling something in a notebook, Shangguan Yurou didn’t disturb her. She quietly placed the food nearby and returned to her own spot.
When Han Juyou finally finished writing and closed her notebook, she noticed the meal and immediately said, "Yurou, thank you!"
Shangguan Yurou waved it off. "No need to thank me. What were you writing?"
"A story." Han Juyou handed her the notebook. "Want to take a look?"
"Really? Can I?"
"Of course."
With permission granted, Shangguan Yurou took the notebook and flipped through the pages.
After skimming a few sections, she remarked, "I never would’ve guessed that someone as strong-willed as you would enjoy writing Cinderella-style romances."
Han Juyou chuckled. "Pretty cliché, huh?"
Shangguan Yurou’s eyes widened. "Not at all! It’s really interesting… You’ve written so much! Why not type it up and post it online for others to read?"
"Actually, I started this story when I was little. The first page… was probably from elementary school," Han Juyou admitted.
"Wow, then this must be really precious to you. You’d better keep it safe!"
Shangguan Yurou gasped, carefully closing the notebook and handing it back with reverence.
"Thanks." Han Juyou gazed at it thoughtfully. "Truth is, I haven’t opened this notebook in years. The last time I wrote in it was when I graduated middle school."
"Why did you stop?" Shangguan Yurou asked curiously.
"Because…" Han Juyou gave a self-deprecating smile. "I realized that a prince would never fall for a Cinderella. Princes only belong with princesses. Fairy tales are just that—fairy tales."
Shangguan Yurou hesitated before asking, "Then… why did you start writing again now?"
"Because… I met someone recently." A soft smile crept onto Han Juyou’s face.
"Let me guess~"
Shangguan Yurou leaned in close and whispered something in her ear.
"Wha—no! What nonsense are you saying? There’s no way I’d ever like him!" Han Juyou denied vehemently.
The two girls locked eyes before bursting into laughter.
……
"You read novels all afternoon?"
Nangong Ye finally shut his laptop after an exhausting day of meetings. Glancing across the room, he saw Liu Muye still lounging on the couch, absorbed in a book.
Liu Muye stretched and stood up. "Reading novels is my way of unwinding. You, on the other hand, torture yourself with meetings. We finally get a break from military training, and you spend it buried in company work. You’re a real oddball."
"My parents arranged it. I don’t have a choice," Nangong Ye sighed. "I’ve never had a moment of free time in my life."
Liu Muye clicked his tongue. "Tch. Your parents are terrifying."
"Really? I’m used to it." Nangong Ye shrugged. "But you—why are you so obsessed with novels? Don’t you find them boring?"
Liu Muye smirked. "When a man lacks material wealth, he seeks fulfillment in the spiritual world. For me, wish-fulfillment novels are my soul food."
Nangong Ye blurted out, "Aren’t you the heir to the Liu conglomerate? How could you possibly lack material wealth?"
"Uh…"
Liu Muye froze, caught off guard by the question. He had no idea how to respond—after all, he couldn’t exactly say, "Before I transmigrated into this book, I was dirt poor."
Liu Muye pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm different. I genuinely love novels."
"Alright," Nangong Ye shrugged.
...
[When I was little, my family was poor, and I couldn’t afford the toys I wanted. I’d always fantasize about being the domineering CEO from a novel—that way, I’d have endless money to buy everything I desired. —Liu Muye’s Notes]
...
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...
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!
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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?"
