A week later, Nangong Ye and Han Juyou had fully recovered from their sprains, making it impossible to feign illness and skip military training any longer...
Liu Muye had initially planned to continue pretending to be sick—not at all because he wanted to laze around in the dorm, but to avoid disrupting the original plot trajectory. However, realizing the plot had already been derailed—with Han Juyou making an early appearance—he worried she might develop feelings for Nangong Ye during training and beat Shangguan Yurou to the punch in pursuing him. That would be disastrous. So, he decided it was better to join them after all.
Keeping an eye on this scheming female antagonist would at least give him some peace of mind—though, in truth, his concerns were entirely unnecessary.
"Morning!" Nangong Ye greeted.
"Morning," Liu Muye replied.
As soon as Liu Muye opened his dorm room door, he saw Nangong Ye standing in front of the floor-length mirror in the living room, adjusting his attire. Truly the male lead—even in military training gear, his aura stood out from the crowd.
Of course, compared to Liu Muye himself—the dashing author of this story—Nangong Ye still fell short.
After changing into their training uniforms, the two headed to the assembly point.
The students hadn’t yet formed ranks and were chatting in small groups. A week of training had already helped these freshmen grow familiar with one another. The girls had formed tight-knit cliques, while the guys mingled more freely.
Having only trained for a day, Liu Muye and Nangong Ye’s complexions stood out from the rest—not to mention their looks and height. They stuck out like sore thumbs in the crowd, giving off an air of being in a league of their own.
But they weren’t the only ones. When the fair-skinned, stunning Han Juyou and Shangguan Yurou arrived, they too seemed to exist on a different plane from everyone else—especially Han Juyou, who wasn’t even wearing her training uniform!
"Huh?!"
Liu Muye froze for a second before marching up to Han Juyou and demanding, "Where’s your training uniform?"
Han Juyou avoided his gaze and retorted, "Why do you care so much?"
"Who said I care?" Liu Muye immediately denied. "I was just asking. Don’t flatter yourself."
Han Juyou frowned, annoyed. "You’re so weird. If you don’t care, why bother asking? Mind your own business!"
Seeing the two about to argue, Shangguan Yurou quickly stepped in to explain, "I couldn’t find my training uniform, so Juyou lent me hers."
Hearing this, Liu Muye immediately recalled the original plot.
In the story, Shangguan Yurou’s uniform had been blown off by the wind and landed near the dormitory. Unable to find it, she attended training in her own clothes, only to be punished by the instructor. Worried about her leg injury, Nangong Ye took the punishment for her. After training, he even helped her retrieve the uniform from the dormitory—earning him major brownie points in her heart.
Back when he wrote this, Liu Muye had been quite pleased with his clever setup. But now, experiencing it firsthand, he realized how ridiculous it was.
How could a domineering CEO-type male lead stand by and watch the girl he liked get bullied by some lowly instructor? And why would he obediently take the punishment for her?
Truly, the perspectives of writers and readers were worlds apart.
Shangguan Yurou turned to Han Juyou and said, "Juyou, maybe I should return the uniform to you. You’ll get punished if you don’t wear it."
Han Juyou shook her head. "It’s fine. My leg injury just healed—the instructor won’t punish me. But you’ll definitely get in trouble if you don’t wear yours."
Liu Muye watched their sisterly bonding with confusion. "Since when did they become so close?"
But there was no time to dwell on it. The priority now was to get Nangong Ye to retrieve Shangguan Yurou’s uniform from the girls’ dormitory—since the plot was already off-track, they might as well speed things up.
"Don’t worry," Liu Muye cut in. "The wind was strong yesterday—your uniform probably got blown behind the dorm. I’ll have Nangong Ye help you find it. Neither of you will get punished."
Han Juyou stared at him, baffled. "How do you know it’s behind the dorm—"
"Toot-toot!"
Before she could finish, the assembly whistle blew.
Crap. Too late.
Liu Muye glanced at the rapidly forming ranks, hesitating. Should he drag Nangong Ye to the dorm now? Siliya Academy was huge—the training grounds were far from the residential area. A round trip would take at least twenty minutes.
While he hesitated, the instructor had already noticed Han Juyou’s lack of uniform.
He marched up to her and barked, "Where’s your training uniform?"
Han Juyou quickly recited her prepared excuse: "I lost it. I’ll get a replacement from logistics at noon. My ankle just healed—could you make an exception—"
"You skipped a week of training due to 'injury,' and now you’ve lost your uniform too? Why don’t you lose yourself while you’re at it?" The instructor, clearly irritated, pointed at her and snapped, "Don’t think your injury excuses you. One hundred frog jumps. Now!"
"..."
Han Juyou stood frozen, glaring at him in silent defiance.
Shangguan Yurou hurriedly intervened. "Instructor, it’s my fault. I lost my uniform, and Han Juyou lent me hers. Punish me instead—her ankle really isn’t fully healed yet."
"Oh-ho-ho," the instructor clapped mockingly. "What a touching display of sisterhood. Fine—you both get a hundred frog jumps."
Seeing Shangguan Yurou being targeted, Nangong Ye immediately stepped forward. "It’s just university training. No need to be so harsh."
The instructor looked up at him. "What, you want to defend them too?"
Nangong Ye raised a finger, his expression icy. "Do you know who you’re talking to? I am Nangong—mmph!"
Before he could finish, Liu Muye clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Shut up. Let me handle this."
Liu Muye then approached the fuming instructor.
If he remembered correctly, he’d written that the instructor had just gone through a breakup with his long-distance girlfriend—hence his foul mood. Originally, skipping the uniform wasn’t a big deal. The key was calming him down.
Liu Muye smiled and said, "Instructor, you remember me, right?"
At the sight of him, the instructor’s anger instantly subsided—Liu Muye was the academy chairman’s son. Not someone to mess with.
"Let's talk over here." Liu Muye pulled the drill instructor aside.
"These three are all my friends. Cut them some slack..."
After speaking, Liu Muye slipped a few bills into the instructor's pocket.
Feeling the money in his pocket, the instructor’s anger vanished entirely—after all, a girlfriend could always be replaced, but without money, even finding one would be impossible. Why would he stay mad at Liu Muye, his personal cash cow?
Instantly, his expression shifted to one of fawning servility. "Ah, if they’re Young Master Liu’s friends, of course we’ll make an exception! But if the head instructor sees her without the uniform..."
"Don’t worry, I’ll handle it."
Liu Muye flashed a calm, confident smile and walked over to Han Juyou.
Han Juyou looked up, her striking fox-like eyes studying him with curiosity.
Liu Muye took off his own cap and gently placed it on her head. "It’s all settled now," he said.
...
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?"
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
