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.
...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
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?!
