Half an hour later, Su Cheng returned home, placed his things on the dining table, took off his school uniform, and changed into casual clothes before heading to the kitchen to make a cake.
The cake he planned to make was simple—just a plain egg and milk cake.
He knew how to make ordinary cakes, and he had an oven at home.
This time, he made a bit more than usual. Besides the one he had promised Cornelia, he also prepared one for Grandma Li, who had given him dumplings last time.
After more than an hour, Su Cheng had finished making the cakes. He sat on the sofa to rest for a moment.
He pulled out his phone and checked his messages. When he saw Liu Qingyue's message, he couldn't help but frown.
It dawned on him that Liu Qingyue had been out of contact for over a week.
However, he decided not to dwell on this matter. Instead, he found Cornelia's chat window and sent her a message: "Your cake is ready. Wait for me at the villa entrance, and I'll bring it to you."
One minute later
DuckDuck: "Got it."
Su Cheng stood up, divided the cake into two portions, and added two bottles of Walnut Drink before nodding in satisfaction. He then picked up the cakes and headed downstairs.
He thought there was a chance Ailiya might be staying with Cornelia, so he prepared two portions.
When he arrived at the villa entrance, Cornelia was sitting alone on a stone bench, her hands propping up her cheeks. She looked a bit dazed, and her cute white stockings were swinging aimlessly.
Seeing Su Cheng, her eyes lit up.
Cornelia jumped off the bench and, noticing the two bottles of drink in the bag, her eyes brightened even more.
"Here's your cake."
Su Cheng handed her the bag.
"Why did you put these ugly drinks in again? Ugh."
Cornelia glanced at the drinks in the bag, her delicate doll-like face filled with disgust.
"Fine, then I'll take them back."
Su Cheng pretended to take the drinks out, which startled Cornelia. She quickly stretched out her little hand to block him, her beautiful blue eyes wide with a threatening look that seemed to say, "If you dare, I'll bite you!"
"What?"
Su Cheng couldn't help but smile at Cornelia's nervous expression.
"Just leave them there. It's too troublesome to take them out now."
Cornelia said seriously, though her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, making Su Cheng want to laugh.
"Alright, I'm heading back then."
After handing her the bag, Su Cheng turned and left.
Cornelia watched his retreating figure, then looked down at the cake and drinks in the bag. A goofy smile spread across her lips: "Hehehe…"
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Su Cheng returned home and took out his phone to find Li Guanqi's chat window. He sent a message: "Let's meet at 9 AM tomorrow. Send me your location."
Li Guanqi quickly replied: "Okay."
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The next morning.
Su Cheng woke up early. After getting dressed, he went to the balcony, enjoying the gentle breeze and fresh air, feeling quite content.
Last night was the first time in a long while that he had slept soundly. It was the most restful night he had had in recent times.
Perhaps it was because it was his first time going shopping with a girl, and he subconsciously wanted to be well-rested and not show up with dark circles under his eyes.
After all, Li Guanqi usually nagged him to get enough rest, and he didn't want to disappoint her right away.
After stretching, he went to the bathroom to wash up. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, he froze.
In the mirror, although his dark circles were not as prominent as before, his eyes no longer had the bright, lively sparkle they once had. Instead, they looked dull and unfocused, his gaze wandering aimlessly.
"What's going on?"
Su Cheng was startled. Then he touched his lips, which were also slightly darkened.
Could it be…
A sense of foreboding suddenly crept into his heart.
Su Cheng took a deep breath, shook his head forcefully, and turned on the cold water, splashing it on his face.
After washing up, he headed to a nearby makeup store.
With his current appearance, anyone could tell there was something seriously wrong with him. And he couldn't let others notice.
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In the makeup store.
"Sir, what shade of lipstick are you looking for?"
The salesclerk enthusiastically asked.
Su Cheng scanned the shelves and said, "Light red."
"How about this one? It's very flattering."
The salesclerk pointed to a light red lipstick nearby.
"Sure, that one."
Su Cheng nodded.
After purchasing it, he went to an eyewear store.
"Do you have colored contact lenses?"
"Colored contacts? Of course!"
The salesclerk quickly fetched a box of various colored contacts from the display, introducing them enthusiastically: "These are very popular among boys."
Su Cheng took one look and his mouth twitched uncontrollably. The contents of the box were truly mind-blowing.
There were lenses like Sharingan, Rinnegan, the Eye of Death Perception, Contract Eye, and the Evil King's True Eye, among others.
"Just something ordinary, nothing too fancy."
Su Cheng said, glancing at the lenses.
"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."
As the clerk was about to fetch other options, Su Cheng's gaze lingered on the over-the-top colored contacts, his eyes stopping at the 'Death-Piercing Eyes'. He subconsciously swallowed.
To be honest, these contacts were incredibly cool, and he was tempted. But after glancing at the price, he dismissed the idea. Besides, he felt that such things were only for self-indulgence and releasing his hidden inner "middle school second illness".
There was no real need to buy them; doing so would just make him look foolish.
After a long while, he left the store with two pairs of contacts in hand. Looking at the "Eye of Death" in one of the boxes, he muttered guiltily, "Sorry, little money, I've never bought anything this cool in my life."
Back at home, he couldn't wait to apply the lipstick and put on the contacts. Gazing at himself in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction.
In the mirror, his irises had three colors: an outer ring of blue, a middle ring of red, and an inner ring of black.
It was the legendary 'Death Perception Eye', said to be capable of killing anything.
"There's nothing I can't kill!"
Su Cheng said slowly, staring at his reflection, uttering this Chuunibyou line.
Immediately, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly lowered his head, taking off the contacts and putting on a plain black pair instead.
He changed into another outfit and left the apartment, looking just like any ordinary person.
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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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”