According to the original plot, after Shangguan Yurou sprained her ankle, Nangong Ye would deliver tonics to the girls' dormitory every day. Shangguan Yurou's roommate would bring them up to her, and although the male and female leads couldn't meet in person, their feelings for each other continued to grow.
But now, the ones who sprained their ankles were Nangong Ye and Han Juyou, so this part of the plot naturally disappeared. After all, Liu Muye couldn’t exactly ask Shangguan Yurou to come to the boys' dormitory to deliver tonics to Nangong Ye, could he?
Moreover, Shangguan Yurou was still hiding her true identity and couldn’t reveal that she was a wealthy heiress. Buying expensive tonics would blow her cover.
That said, thanks to Han Juyou, Shangguan Yurou was taking care of her in the girls' dormitory, so she didn’t have to attend military training either.
As for Liu Muye? The school belonged to his family. If he didn’t want to go to military training, the instructors wouldn’t dare say a word.
To Liu Muye’s surprise, he and Nangong Ye were assigned to the same double-occupancy dorm.
In the novel’s setting, Sylia Business School had two types of dormitories.
The first was the double-occupancy dorm, reserved for students paying hundreds of thousands in tuition per year. Each suite had two separate bedrooms, a shared living room, and a bathroom—these were for the wealthy.
The second type was the standard university dormitory, a typical four-person room with bunk beds and desks, costing only 1,200 a year in accommodation fees.
If Liu Muye remembered correctly, to facilitate the male and female leads living together later in the story, he had designed the double-occupancy dorms to be co-ed.
As for the standard dorms, they were separated by gender.
At the start, Shangguan Yurou, hiding her identity, paid the standard tuition and naturally lived in a four-person dorm, sharing a room with Han Juyou.
In the original novel, Nangong Ye lived alone in the double-occupancy dorm during the early stages. But now, due to Liu Muye’s transmigration into the story, the two had become roommates.
Liu Muye, exempt from military training, slept in blissfully until noon. When he walked into the living room, he saw Nangong Ye sitting upright, holding an iPad and attending a meeting.
Liu Muye ignored him, sprawled on the sofa, ordered takeout, and started catching up on his favorite author’s latest novel.
Since this world was written as a one-to-one replica of reality, the novels here were no different from those in Liu Muye’s original world—except that he couldn’t find any of his own works.
Well, of course. If his books existed here, that would be a plot hole.
By the time Liu Muye finished the latest chapter, Nangong Ye was still in his meeting.
Liu Muye’s takeout arrived, and Nangong Ye started another meeting.
When Liu Muye was almost done eating, Nangong Ye finally closed his iPad.
Liu Muye, gnawing on a chicken leg, looked at him and said, "Oh, done with your meeting?"
"No," Nangong Ye replied tersely. "You eating next to me was distracting."
Liu Muye chewed and asked, "What, does your iPad transmit smells or something?"
"...I’m hungry!" Nangong Ye shot him an exasperated look.
"Want a bite?" Liu Muye grabbed an untouched chicken leg. "I’ll reluctantly share one with you."
"No." Nangong Ye shook his head. "I have stomach issues. My stomach absolutely cannot tolerate such cheap food. Eating low-quality meals like this would make me sick."
A classic trope of domineering CEOs—prone to stomach ailments.
Nangong Ye glanced at his eight-million-dollar Vacheron Constantin watch, encrusted with real diamonds, and added, "It’s almost time. The five-star chef from home should be delivering my meal soon."
"..." Liu Muye rolled his eyes. "Who spoiled you like this? Suit yourself."
With that, he shoved the other chicken leg into his mouth. In one bite, the meat was gone, leaving only the bone—a skill Liu Muye had honed in high school, compressing meal times to the extreme to maximize study time.
"!?"
Nangong Ye stared at the clean bone in surprise. "How do you eat so fast?"
"Even faster if I don’t talk to you."
Liu Muye picked up his takeout box and shoveled the food in with gusto.
Nangong Ye watched, almost envious, but his CEO persona prevented him from eating so crudely.
By the time Liu Muye was nearly finished, the meal prepared by Nangong Ye’s family chef arrived.
The table was set with a velvet tablecloth, red wine, steak, salad, scented candles, and neatly arranged cutlery from largest to smallest.
Nangong Ye tucked a napkin into his collar and began meticulously cutting his steak, two attendants standing behind him at the ready.
Liu Muye eyed the tiny portion on his plate and asked, "You eat like this every day?"
"Yes," Nangong Ye replied.
Liu Muye couldn’t help but comment, "With your packed schedule and eating so little, no wonder you have stomach problems."
Nangong Ye set down his knife and fork. "Since I can remember, I’ve eaten this way. Raised as the heir, my conduct was strictly regulated—meals, work, everything. From the age of fourteen, I’ve managed family affairs. Every day is filled with endless meetings and tasks."
His words gave Liu Muye pause. The domineering CEO persona was something he had written into the character.
In the novel, Nangong Ye had to eat Western cuisine, wear impeccably tailored suits, maintain CEO-like posture whether standing, sitting, or even sleeping, and be perpetually buried in work and meetings.
These were all traits Liu Muye had assigned to him.
So why was he now blaming Nangong Ye for it?
Liu Muye suddenly felt like those overbearing parents in the real world—the kind he despised—who forced their unrealistic expectations onto their children without considering what they actually wanted.
He asked Nangong Ye, "Do you… find this kind of life happy?"
"Happy?" Nangong Ye frowned. "What is happiness?"
"Huh? You don’t know what happiness is?" Liu Muye was taken aback. "It’s… something that makes you feel joy."
"Joy…"
As Liu Muye spoke, an image of Shangguan Yurou flashed through Nangong Ye’s mind.
He smiled faintly.
Liu Muye smirked knowingly. "You’ve fallen for Shangguan Yurou, haven’t you?"
Nangong Ye tensed. "Impossible. Absolutely impossible. How could I possibly like a woman I’ve only met once?"
"Why are you so defensive?"
"I’m not!"
"You’re doomed. You’ve fallen in love."
"I repeat—there’s no way I’d fall for someone after just one meeting!"
...
"You're not falling for that guy you only met once yesterday, are you?" In the girls' dorm, Han Juyou eyed Shangguan Yurou, who had just absentmindedly shattered a glass, and posed the question.
"Ah! N-no… of course not." Shangguan Yurou waved her hands in flustered denial. "How could I possibly like someone I’ve only seen once?"
Han Juyou smirked. "What exactly did you two do in that hospital room yesterday?"
"Nothing at all!" Shangguan Yurou shook her head. "We just talked for a bit before you opened the door…"
Han Juyou pressed further. "What did you talk about?"
Shangguan Yurou hesitated, then said, "He told me his name was Nangong Ye, and that he was the eldest son of the Nangong family—"
"What?" Han Juyou abruptly cut her off. "What did you say his name was? Nangong Ye?"
...
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...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?"
