The female prison guard was stunned upon hearing this, only then noticing the cold, wet sensation on her face. She reached up to touch it—it was drool!
"Ahhhh! Warden—!" She frantically wiped her face with her sleeve, looking utterly distressed.
Not only had she been caught slacking off by the warden, but he’d also seen her drooling in her sleep, lost in a steamy dream. Even worse, she’d imagined him as the male lead—and she’d even touched him… groped him…
Where was a hole in the ground when she needed one? She wanted to disappear! What should she do? Someone help, this was urgent!!!
"What’s your name?" Li Ming couldn’t help but find her panicked expression amusing.
"Warden… My name is Ye Mei, like the ‘berry’ in strawberry."
Hearing the warden ask for her name, Ye Mei thought to herself, "I’m done for! I’ve been singled out! Am I going to get disciplined? Ugh! I shouldn’t have stayed up binge-watching those short dramas—now I’m really in trouble!"
"Oh! Ye Mei! That’s a nice name. You don’t look very old—how long have you been working here?" Li Ming couldn’t resist teasing her a little, seeing her innocent expression.
"I just started two months ago. I worked so hard to pass the exam and get this job. Warden, please go easy on me! I’ll never slack off again! Waaah…"
"Go easy on you? Well… maybe." Li Ming chuckled.
"Really?! Thank you, Warden! You’re the best!" Ye Mei’s face instantly brightened. Who knew the warden wasn’t just handsome but also so easygoing?
"Hey, I haven’t stated my condition yet. Don’t celebrate too soon."
"Oh! Then go ahead, Warden! Tell me!"
Li Ming thought for a moment. He didn’t actually want to make things difficult for her, and he had other matters to attend to soon. So he asked,
"Do you have any talents? Perform something for me, and I’ll pretend I never saw you slacking off."
"Huh? A talent? Um… can I sing a song?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Ahem!" Ye Mei cleared her throat, then made sure the door was tightly shut. She racked her brain for lyrics but couldn’t remember any at first.
Then, inspiration struck. A melody slowly escaped her lips:
"They throw mud at me~ I use it to grow lotuses~
They throw stones at me~ I use them to build a little house~
Ohhh ohhh ohhh~
Ohhh ohhh ohhh~
I won’t dodge~ My eyes only see flowers~"
Li Ming couldn’t help but laugh and wave his hand to cut her off.
"Alright, alright, stop singing. I’ll let you off."
"Yay! Thank you, Warden!" Ye Mei jumped for joy. Good thing she didn’t just watch short dramas but also kept up with internet memes—they came in handy after all!
"Tch, I’m leaving now. I need to go into the cellblock. Don’t fall asleep again—remember to open the door for me!" Li Ming reminded her.
"Yes, Warden! Mission accepted!" Ye Mei grinned and saluted.
Li Ming shook his head and left the monitoring room, soon arriving at the entrance of the cellblock.
This time, before he could even raise his hand, the door automatically slid open.
Li Ming gave the security camera a thumbs-up and then walked steadily into the cellblock.
At night, correctional officers were on duty in each cellblock, sleeping in the break rooms near the entrances.
As soon as Li Ming entered Cellblock 1, one of the officers spotted him and hurried over.
"Warden? What brings you here so late?" The officer looked at him in confusion.
Prisoners were still human—they slept at night, so incidents were rare. This was the first time she’d seen the warden casually strolling through the cellblock after hours.
"Hmm… I need to go to Cellblock 2. Open the passage for me." Li Ming naturally didn’t explain further and simply gave the order.
"Oh! Yes, Warden!" The officer saluted, took out her keys, and unlocked the connecting door.
Li Ming didn’t let the officer follow him and walked alone to the end, entering Cellblock 2.
The officer in Cellblock 2 noticed him immediately and approached with a flashlight in hand.
"Warden? What are you…?"
The second officer looked surprised but also brimming with curiosity. Her mind raced—here comes the gossip! The warden sneaking into the women’s cellblock late at night? Was it a moral collapse or a twisted human nature?
Meeting the officer’s scandal-hungry gaze, Li Ming raised an eyebrow and whispered,
"Take me to… Tan Qingqing’s cell. Number 6725, the solitary one."
The second officer grew even more excited and nodded, replying in a hushed voice, "Warden, 6725 is all the way at the back. Let’s walk carefully so we don’t wake the others—their mouths aren’t exactly tight-lipped. Wouldn’t want rumors damaging your reputation!"
She winked meaningfully at Li Ming.
"Wait, what? What are you implying? I just need to ask her something. That look in your eyes is way off!" Li Ming could tell exactly what she was thinking. The gossip mill never stopped with women!
The officer quickly wiped the nosy expression off her face.
"I wasn’t implying anything! Sorry, Warden!" She thought, Darn it! I gave myself away!
"Ahem! Just lead the way." Li Ming rolled his eyes. This officer’s mind was definitely in the gutter.
Following the officer’s guidance, Li Ming headed deeper into the cellblock. They passed Wang Xin’s cell along the way, but Li Ming showed no reaction and continued forward.
He already had a plan in mind—though not the most polished, it was the only option he had left.
When they reached Tan Qingqing’s cell, the officer shone the flashlight through the observation window. Tan Qingqing was fast asleep.
A full day of labor had exhausted her. Her body ached all over—she’d never done this kind of work before. By the end of the day, she barely felt like her limbs belonged to her. She had cried the whole time while working, and if the officer hadn’t been supervising, the other inmates would’ve slapped her silly for being so delicate.
Even without physical blows, she hadn’t escaped their taunts. During meals, they’d mocked her with snide remarks until she was too upset to eat, her stomach already full of anger.
By the time she finally made it back to her cell to sleep, she hadn’t even bothered washing her face before collapsing onto the bed. If not for the thought that she just had to endure a little longer before she could get out, she wouldn’t have survived the day.
Li Ming took the flashlight from the officer and watched as she unlocked the cell door. Tan Qingqing, still deep in sleep, didn’t stir at all, completely unaware that two people now stood beside her bunk.
Li Ming shone the light directly onto her face. Even in sleep, her delicate features were marred by two faint tear tracks, her brows furrowed as if trapped in a nightmare.
What he didn’t know was that his guess was spot-on—in her dream, Tan Qingqing was surrounded by a mountain of laundry, crying as she worked endlessly, feeling like the task would never end.
She regretted everything. If only she hadn’t been so ambitious, if only she hadn’t tried to "go big or go home," she wouldn’t be suffering like this now…
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
