On Liu Muye’s tray were two meat dishes, and even the stir-fried cauliflower had slices of pork belly mixed in. In stark contrast, Han Juyou’s bowl was entirely vegetarian, creating a vivid juxtaposition between their meals.
“I can’t finish this chicken leg. Have one,” Liu Muye said, transferring one of the two drumsticks from his bowl to Han Juyou’s.
Han Juyou glanced at Liu Muye’s tray and frowned. “You’ve barely touched your food, and you’re already full?”
Liu Muye rolled his eyes. “I have a small appetite. Got a problem with that?”
“Oh, mighty Young Master Liu, how could I possibly object?” Han Juyou retorted, tossing an exaggerated eye-roll his way.
Liu Muye leaned in closer. “You just rolled your eyes at me. Clearly, you do have a problem.”
Flustered by his sudden proximity, Han Juyou averted her gaze. “D-don’t get so close! Men and women shouldn’t be so familiar!”
Huh? Why’s she blushing?
Noticing her embarrassment, Liu Muye settled back into his seat and resumed eating.
Han Juyou finished every last bite of her meal before picking up the chicken leg with her chopsticks. Eyeing its modest size, she grumbled, “Why’s this drumstick so tiny?”
“No idea,” Liu Muye said, holding up his own half-eaten drumstick. “I even gave you the bigger one. Mine’s even smaller.”
After a thoughtful pause, Han Juyou nodded. “I know why.”
“Why?” Liu Muye looked up at her.
Han Juyou lowered her voice and gestured toward the cafeteria counter. “It’s because you didn’t call the lunch lady ‘pretty sister.’ She probably gave you a smaller one on purpose.”
Liu Muye scratched his head. “What’s wrong with calling her ‘auntie’?”
“You just don’t get it,” Han Juyou said, grinning. “If you sweet-talk her, she’ll heap extra portions onto your plate—and pick out the biggest drumstick for you.”
Liu Muye scoffed. “As if I’d stoop to flattery for a measly meal.”
Han Juyou sighed in mock despair. “Honestly, how have you not starved to death?”
The chefs at Siliya Academy’s cafeteria were undeniably skilled—even mass-produced dishes like the braised drumsticks were tender, flavorful, and fall-off-the-bone tender.
As Han Juyou nibbled on the drumstick, Liu Muye stole a few glances at her.
She claims not to like chicken legs, but here she is, devouring it like a content little kitten. Looks like she’s enjoying it.
Suppressing a smile, Liu Muye looked away…
After lunch, Liu Muye accompanied Han Juyou to the campus card top-up station at Siliya Academy to deposit a thousand yuan.
The cash recharge counter was not in the cafeteria, but at a separate window in the logistics department of the school's residential area.
Most students topped up their cards via mobile apps for convenience, so the physical window was usually deserted. At noon, the repair service line stretched out the door, but the card top-up station stood empty—no waiting required. Han Juyou handed over her campus card and cash, and the transaction was completed instantly.
“Here,” Han Juyou said, thrusting the card at Liu Muye. “It’s got 1,002.33 yuan now. You’re in charge of it—don’t lose it.”
Liu Muye pushed it back. “Keep it yourself. I’m not babysitting your card. Later.”
“Hey, wait—”
But Liu Muye didn’t give her a chance to protest, striding off without a backward glance.
Han Juyou watched his retreating figure but didn’t chase after him.
She could have caught up—but she didn’t want to. Or perhaps, she hadn’t truly wanted to hand him the card in the first place. If she kept it, she’d have an excuse to invite him to meals.
But if Liu Muye had taken it, she’d have felt awkward asking him to dine together—after all, the money wasn’t hers.
Though they’d agreed to share the card’s funds, a girl’s pride was at stake. How could she spend what wasn’t rightfully hers?
Unbeknownst to her, Liu Muye had the same thought. He’d rushed off precisely because he feared Han Juyou would hesitate to join him for meals if the card—and its balance—were entirely in his hands.
...
The moment Liu Muye returned to his dorm, he spotted Nangong Ye seated at the dining table, meticulously cutting into a small steak while sipping red wine.
Before Liu Muye could speak, Nangong Ye addressed him first: “I threw out your cup noodles. The empty cup’s in the trash bin in the living room. I had someone take the garbage down earlier.”
“Oh. Thanks,” Liu Muye replied flatly, unsurprised—it never crossed his mind that Nangong Ye might’ve eaten the noodles. In his mind, Nangong Ye was too refined for such plebeian fare.
Nangong Ye studied Liu Muye’s calm expression. “You’re not upset that I tossed your noodles?”
“Huh? Why would I be?” Liu Muye blinked. “Instant noodles are only good right after they’re made. Once they’ve bloated in water, they’re basically garbage. Even if you hadn’t thrown them out, I’d have done it myself after getting back.”
“I see.” Nangong Ye nodded solemnly.
“Yeah,” Liu Muye affirmed. On the subject of instant noodles, he spoke from experience.
“Um…” Nangong Ye hesitated, then fell silent.
“Did you want to say something else?” Liu Muye asked.
“Well…” Nangong Ye wavered before shaking his head. “Never mind.”
“Alright. I’m gonna nap.” With that, Liu Muye retreated to his room.
Their bedrooms faced each other across the hallway—Nangong Ye’s on the left, Liu Muye’s on the right.
The single room was cramped, furnished with just a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. Still, having a private dorm room was a luxury compared to Liu Muye’s undergrad days at Sunan University, where he’d shared a six-person bunk-bed unit with zero personal space.
As Liu Muye’s door clicked shut, Nangong Ye exhaled in relief. He’d been on the verge of confessing that he’d eaten the noodles but couldn’t bring himself to admit it.
Now, staring at his steak, Nangong Ye found it bland by comparison. As absurd as it sounded, he’d genuinely preferred the instant noodles.
Little did Liu Muye know, that abandoned cup of noodles had inadvertently sparked an unexpected new craving in Nangong Ye.
...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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...
