Liu Muye and Nangong Ye returned to the classroom right as the first class ended. Scanning the room, Liu Muye noticed the only two empty seats left were in front of Han Juyou and Shangguan Yurou—likely saved for them on purpose. So, he led Nangong Ye over.
Han Juyou gave Liu Muye a once-over, then did the same to Nangong Ye before asking, "Which one of you was sick?"
"Obviously him," Liu Muye pointed at Nangong Ye. "I’m in peak condition, never get sick. How could it be me?"
Nangong Ye tugged at Liu Muye’s sleeve and whispered, "Cut me some slack here!"
"Ahem, well…" Liu Muye realized Nangong Ye had a point—he shouldn’t embarrass him in front of Shangguan Yurou—so he quickly covered, "He’s actually really healthy too. Just had a minor flare-up of an old issue this afternoon, so we went to the infirmary."
Han Juyou narrowed her eyes, a mischievous grin spreading as she stared at Liu Muye. "And how would you know how healthy he is?"
Instead of answering, Liu Muye shot back, "What’s with that look?"
"Heh." Han Juyou covered her mouth, shaking her head with a laugh. "Nothing, nothing."
"...You’re definitely not thinking anything decent about us," Liu Muye rolled his eyes.
Shangguan Yurou looked up at Nangong Ye, her tone earnest. "What’s wrong with you?"
Nangong Ye waved it off, forcing nonchalance. "Nothing serious, just a minor stomach issue."
"Stomach problem?" Shangguan Yurou frowned. "From skipping meals, right?"
"Maybe, could be…"
Nangong Ye deliberately turned his head away, avoiding eye contact. Liu Muye caught a hint of shyness in his expression.
Internally, Liu Muye started overthinking:
Logically, these two shouldn’t be this close yet. Did my interference skip their usual bickering phase and fast-track them straight into some fluffy romance subplot? What kind of ripple effect would that have?
He wasn’t sure of the consequences, but one thing was clear—the story was veering off its original script.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
Han Juyou’s voice snapped Liu Muye out of his thoughts. He blinked up at her, dazed.
"Huh? What’d you say?"
"...You really weren’t paying attention." Han Juyou sighed, rolling her eyes before repeating, "I said I’m starting to serialize a web novel!"
Liu Muye froze. "A web novel?"
Shangguan Yurou, who’d been fussing over Nangong Ye’s condition, turned to add, "Juyou mentioned you gave her the confidence to start writing. So, you two met up during break, huh?"
Han Juyou flushed instantly, tugging at Shangguan Yurou’s sleeve to whisper, "Yurou, read the room!"
Nangong Ye, ever the oblivious one, chimed in, "Bro Liu, our family’s luxury hotels have your check-in records. Don’t tell me you and—mmph?!"
Before he could finish, Liu Muye clamped a hand over his mouth, his own face burning. "Dude, filter yourself! You can’t just say stuff like that!"
Thanks to these two socially inept goofballs, the atmosphere turned awkward, and Liu Muye and Han Juyou couldn’t continue their writing discussion.
Luckily, the second class’s bell rang. Liu Muye spun around, pretending to focus on the blackboard.
In his original life, Liu Muye had majored in Chinese. Now, transmigrated into this book, he was stuck in finance—which meant endless math.
That afternoon’s three consecutive classes were all advanced mathematics. Having missed the first lecture, he was already lost when the teacher dove into a string of incomprehensible formulas during the second. It lulled him straight to sleep.
Rubbing his heavy eyelids, Liu Muye glanced at Nangong Ye beside him—the guy was taking notes like a model student. Of course, since his character setting was "genius scholar."
Ten minutes later, Liu Muye’s forehead hit the desk with a thud.
Nangong Ye side-eyed him, thinking, "How can anyone doze off to something this basic?"
Right then, the teacher called for volunteers.
From behind Liu Muye, Han Juyou smirked at his slumped form and raised her hand.
The math teacher immediately noticed her—and the sleeping student in front.
"Miss, could you wake up the young man in front of you?" the teacher said.
Han Juyou obliged by kicking Liu Muye’s chair.
Jolted awake, Liu Muye whirled around. "What was that for?!"
Han Juyou batted her lashes. "Sweet dreams?"
Still groggy, Liu Muye stared blankly at her. That heart-shaped beauty mark under her left eye felt magnetic, his gaze helplessly drawn to it.
The math teacher interjected, "Sleepyhead, why don’t you solve the problem on the board? Help yourself wake up."
Liu Muye pointed at himself. "Me…?"
The teacher nodded. "Yes. Can you do it?"
"..."
Liu Muye squinted at the equation. It looked familiar—he’d definitely done similar problems freshman year. But after years out of school and a nap through the lecture? No chance.
He shook his head. "Probably… no."
"Alright then," the teacher said, surprisingly lenient. "How about the young lady behind him?"
"I can."
Han Juyou strode up, solved the problem effortlessly, and sauntered back. Passing Liu Muye, she flashed a smug eyebrow raise.
"Excellent work," the teacher praised. "Both of you, take your seats."
The moment Liu Muye sat, Han Juyou’s voice drifted from behind: "You’re welcome. I saved you."
"You got me in trouble!" Liu Muye shot back. "If you hadn’t raised your hand, the teacher wouldn’t have noticed me!"
Han Juyou giggled. "Details, details. I still bailed you out."
"Alright, alright, you win, okay?" Liu Muye nodded and said, "Consider it my debt to you."
"Heh." Han Juyou grinned, poking Liu Muye's back with the tip of her pen. "Pay attention and don't fall asleep again."
"Got it~" Liu Muye replied, then muttered under his breath, "Even the teacher doesn't bother with me."
In college, professors generally don’t police their students. You’re free to listen or not—sleep through the entire lecture if you want. It’s not like high school, where attendance is strictly monitored. Here, it’s a simple arrangement: they lecture, you listen (or don’t), and neither side interferes with the other.
Of course, there are some more diligent professors who insist students stay awake in their classes.
But clearly, this math teacher wasn’t one of them, given that the entire back three rows of the classroom were already fast asleep.
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ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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...
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
