Cornelia and Ailiya were currently strolling on campus, both petite and dressed in school uniforms, the only difference being their socks.
Cornelia wore white thigh-highs.
Ailiya opted for white ankle socks.
"Ding dong~"
Cornelia suddenly heard her phone ringtone and quickly stopped in her tracks, fishing her phone out from her skirt.
Her face lit up with joy the moment she saw who the message was from, and she hurriedly opened it to read the content.
Su Cheng: "I left a bottle of drink for you at the 9th lawn, as a token to celebrate your reconciliation. Remember to finish it all~"
Cornelia's lips curled into a radiant smile, as if she could already see Su Cheng standing beside her, handing her the drink.
But the next second, she shook her head vigorously, banishing the image from her mind.
"What's wrong?"
Ailiya, who was beside her, noticed her expression and asked with curiosity, "Is it that guy, Su Cheng?"
"N-nothing... I'm just replying to a message."
Cornelia forced a weak smile and quickly typed a reply.
Cornelia: "I've told you countless times, I don't like drinking that. And stop doing these unnecessary things on your own! Do you even find it annoying?"
"Alright, let's keep walking~"
Seeing Cornelia put her phone away, Ailiya smiled and patted her back, then pulled her along to continue their stroll.
It was evident that when two tsunderes were together, one would inevitably become a bit more gentle.
Otherwise, they simply couldn't get along. Initially, Ailiya was the more dominant one, but now it was Cornelia.
Just like a cat that had been abandoned once and had learned its lesson.
"Uh, I suddenly need to use the restroom. Wait for me here."
"I'll accompany you."
"No need, I'll be right back."
"Okay."
Ailiya nodded, and Cornelia quickly trotted off in the direction of the restroom.
Ailiya watched her retreating figure with a puzzled expression, then after some thought, decided to follow her.
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"There are so many lovey-dovey couples lately!"
Xuan Ying gazed enviously at a couple in front of her.
She wished she could nap on her beloved's shoulder during lunch break, but alas...
There was no progress between her and Su Cheng, not even a chance for conversation.
Xuan Ying sighed and continued to stare at the couples ahead.
The male was looking down at his phone, his face indiscernible, while the female leaned against his shoulder, deeply asleep.
"Huh?"
Xuan Ying suddenly sensed something was off. The more she looked, the more she felt this couple resembled Su Cheng and Liu Qingyue—not just in appearance, but also in demeanor.
She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly snapped out of it and prepared to rush forward to investigate.
"Ding dong, ding dong~"
At that moment, her phone vibrated inside her skirt.
It was a special notification tone, reserved for Su Cheng.
Hearing this, her heart raced with excitement.
Su Cheng never messaged her before, and now he was reaching out to her.
Xuan Ying took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she unlocked her screen and eagerly checked the message.
Su Cheng: "I have something I want to give you. Meet me on the rooftop."
Her breathing intensified, and her face flushed red upon reading the message.
"What could it be?"
She clutched her phone tightly.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Xuan Ying quickly replied: "Okay, I'll be right there."
"What's wrong?"
At that moment, Zhao Yan appeared beside her, trying to glance at the message, but Xuan Ying had already closed the screen the instant she sensed her approach.
Zhao Yan frowned, though she already had an idea.
Only a message from Su Cheng could elicit such a strong reaction from her.
Xuan Ying looked awkwardly at Zhao Yan: "It's nothing, just a friend who suddenly needs me."
"Is that so?"
Zhao Yan's face revealed a knowing expression, and she smiled, saying, "Then go quickly, don't keep your friend waiting."
Xuan Ying nodded hurriedly and dashed toward the teaching building.
Zhao Yan watched her retreating figure, her gaze flickering, then turned and walked gracefully toward the teaching building.
Wearing black ankle socks, her long, fair legs were particularly striking, and her skirt fluttered as she walked, exuding charm.
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"Phew~"
Su Cheng sighed in relief.
Such a scene that only led to misunderstandings was simply too troublesome.
He had no time to waste on such matters, so he had to resort to this strategy.
Thinking of this, Su Cheng shook his head and shifted his gaze to Liu Qingyue, who was leaning on his shoulder.
It was unclear whether she was pretending to sleep or truly asleep.
However, Su Cheng had no intention of calling her out.
At the moment, Liu Qingyue's breathing was steady, her face serene and peaceful, with a pleasant fragrance wafting into his nose, soothing his senses.
But suddenly, she slowly opened her eyes, gazing at Su Cheng with playful, wide eyes, and a charming smile spread across her face as she cooed in a sweet, soft voice, "Junior~"
Su Cheng's skin crawled at the sound, and he quickly shrank his neck, then looked at Liu Qingyue seriously: "Since you're awake, I need to get back to class."
Liu Qingyue giggled, ignoring him as she stood up, stretching lazily like a cat.
Her fair, slender waist was exposed to the air, making Su Cheng gulp and hurriedly look away, gathering his composure.
"I slept very comfortably."
As she spoke, Liu Qingyue placed her hands behind her back, performing a stretching exercise.
"So, what should I borrow from my junior next time?"
Her gaze roamed up and down, finally settling on Su Cheng's legs.
"Senior, I have something to do, I'm leaving."
Su Cheng quickly cut her off and darted away.
"Hey, I meant a lap pillow!"
"Not lending!"
Liu Qingyue watched his fleeing figure and then sat back down to rest.
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"Huh, what's the brown-haired girl doing here?"
Arriving at the 9th lawn, Su Cheng found Ailiya hiding and observing Cornelia.
Cornelia was frantically searching the lawn for something, her face filled with frustration.
"What are you looking at?"
Su Cheng tiptoed to Ailiya's side and suddenly spoke.
Ailiya was startled, turning to see Su Cheng's figure, her face immediately showing displeasure.
"What did you hide that she's been searching for so long?"
Ailiya snorted, her face full of discontent.
Ever since Cornelia met Su Cheng, her behavior had become increasingly puzzling.
Especially yesterday, when she absurdly asked a dog to give her face.
That scene had become the highlight of her year, making her laugh until her stomach hurt every time she thought about it.
"I haven't hidden anything yet."
Su Cheng said, taking a bottle of drink from his back pocket and handing it to Ailiya, "You can give it to her for me."
"It's the same thing again, I really don't get why she likes it!"
Ailiya grabbed the drink with obvious disdain, her expression showing extreme dislike.
"Alright, you can go now, seeing you just makes me angry!"
Ailiya waved her hand impatiently, urging him to leave.
Su Cheng shrugged, not taking it personally, and turned to head toward the teaching building.
As long as this fool didn't bother him, everything was fine.
After all, who would waste their energy arguing with a fool?
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
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."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
