"There's a saying that goes, 'Fist techniques originate from the Book of Changes, and their principles are perfected by medicine.'"
Liu Qingyue continued, "As medical students, we need to be proficient in four areas: medical literature, medical martial arts, medical Taoism, and medical changes. Our family's heritage is the integration of medical martial arts, so I say we're also a martial arts family."
"Is that so?"
Su Chengcheng tilted her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
"Yes, it is."
Liu Qingyue nodded. "So, you must never underestimate anyone at school, even someone like your senior!"
At this, Liu Qingyue crossed her arms over her chest, making a 'don't underestimate me' expression.
"But how are you ordinary?!"
Su Cheng couldn't help but blurt out.
She was both a doctor and a martial artist—this made her a rare genius!
"Wait... I think I forgot something?"
Suddenly, Su Cheng thought of something and turned to look at Eddie, who was lying on the ground, unconscious. Her face grew serious.
"This guy who doesn't know the Fm7 chord, humph, he deserves it!"
Liu Qingyue snorted. "He brought this on himself."
"What do you mean?"
Su Cheng was puzzled.
"Oh, it's a popular saying at school. The Fm7 chord in piano consists of the notes FACE, which means 'face.'"
Liu Qingyue explained.
"Ah, do people at school talk like this?"
Su Cheng felt bewildered. This kind of joke was meaningless to him; probably only those who played the piano would understand it.
Indeed, there was a generation gap in communication between him and the wealthy.
"By the way, thank you for helping me, senior. Otherwise, the consequences would have been..."
Su Cheng expressed his gratitude to Liu Qingyue, but before he could finish, she interrupted him: "What? Are you feeling scared now?"
"Yes... yes."
"But the problem is, you were the first to shield me from danger."
Liu Qingyue blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze serious: "To be honest, I was very touched. It's a pity that you don't like girls like me, otherwise, I would definitely confess to you!"
At this, she sighed, looking sad and disappointed, making Su Cheng feel at a loss. Fortunately, a bus arrived at that moment, so he changed the subject: "Senior, you should get on the bus first. Leave this to me!"
This was Eddie's and his matter; he didn't want to involve Liu Qingyue or owe her any favors.
Luckily, there were no other people around, so he could handle it all by himself. Besides, this incident was caused by him, and he couldn't shirk his responsibility.
"No, I can't leave you here alone!"
Liu Qingyue shook her head, refusing.
"No!"
Su Cheng's tone hardened as he stared intently at Liu Qingyue: "Senior, you've already saved me, and I'm very grateful. So, I can't involve you!"
"Hey, what's wrong with that student? Should we call an ambulance?"
At that moment, an old man's voice came from inside the bus.
The two of them looked towards the bus, where the passengers seemed to be discussing something, their eyes all on Eddie, who was lying on the ground, their faces filled with surprise.
This made Su Cheng panic.
"Oh, this is a student from our school's art department."
Su Cheng blurted out a lie: "He's currently participating in a club activity called street art."
"But that kid isn't moving at all, and he's even bleeding!"
The old man seemed unconvinced by Su Cheng's words: "Are you sure that kid won't get into trouble?"
"Very realistic, right?"
Liu Qingyue took over the conversation, also lying: "It seems his art has given you a visual shock, and that's exactly the effect he wants—to make you unable to tell the difference between reality and art."
"I see!"
"So creative, art, nature, crime, and death perfectly combined—beautiful, so beautiful!"
"Brilliant!"
"No wonder he's a top student at Flame City Private School, his artistic talent is so ingenious!"
The passengers, enlightened, began to discuss among themselves. The old man even gave a thumbs-up to Eddie, who was lying on the ground, and some took out their phones to take pictures.
"Driver, you can go ahead. We'll wait for the next bus!"
Liu Qingyue waved to the driver.
"Wait!"
Su Cheng was shocked and wanted to stop her, but Liu Qingyue grabbed his wrist and gently shook it, her face resolute: "Now is not the time to be a macho man."
"But..."
Su Cheng wanted to say something, but Liu Qingyue cut him off: "His family won't retaliate, don't worry!"
"Ah, how could that be!"
Su Cheng looked incredulous; that was exactly what he was worried about.
"Have you been watching too many dramas?"
Liu Qingyue smiled and explained: "For a wealthy family like Eddie's, their parents' mindset is completely different from ours. They treat their children more like commodities. When the child is good, they shower them with love, but when the commodity has a problem, they will try to fix it first. If it can't be fixed, they will abandon the commodity and give their love and hope to another child."
"But if they retaliate, wouldn't it be easy for them?"
"You're wrong there. They won't do anything without benefit. Besides, we're from Flame City Private School. They're not that foolish. If they did that, it would only bring them endless trouble."
As Liu Qingyue spoke, she observed Su Cheng's reaction and found that he still looked incredulous. She knew that Su Cheng only thought in his own way.
"Moreover..."
At this point, Liu Qingyue paused: "You're not alone anymore."
"Senior."
Liu Qingyue looked up, indicating he should look behind her. Su Cheng turned around and saw that three figures had suddenly appeared at the school gate. One of them, a black-haired girl, was waving her arm and shouting: "Su Cheng!"
It was Xuan Ying, Zhao Yan, and a male classmate.
But Xuan Ying's cute face was filled with anger as she hurried over to look at Eddie, who was lying on the ground, showing extreme anger.
"You infertile man, you're so despicable!"
Xuan Ying stepped forward and kicked 'the artist' Eddie in the back, but the artist, obviously very dedicated, still showed no reaction. So, she angrily kicked him twice more, but still couldn't wake the artist.
Although the damage was small, the insult was severe.
Seeing this, Su Cheng couldn't help but sweat, thinking to himself: "What a mortifying nickname!"
"Su Cheng, are you hurt?"
Zhao Yan and a male classmate came to Su Cheng's side, concerned.
He came to his senses and looked at the two of them. The male classmate, he remembered, was his seatmate, Wang Guancong.
"Why are you here?"
Seeing the two of them, a warm feeling surged in Su Cheng's heart.
"We were looking for you at school, but couldn't find you, so we went to the surveillance room to check the cameras. Then we saw Eddie attacking you with a rock at the school gate, so we hurried over. On the way, we met Wang and asked him to come along."
As Zhao Yan spoke, she glanced at Eddie, who was lying on the ground, with disgust, then looked around and noticed that Liu Qingyue was missing, so she asked: "By the way, where's Senior Liu?"
They had seen Liu Qingyue save Su Cheng on the surveillance footage, but now she was nowhere to be seen.
"Huh?"
Su Cheng was surprised and turned to look, only to find that Liu Qingyue was already gone. He couldn't help but inwardly sigh: "No wonder she's from a martial arts family—she really has some tricks up her sleeve!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
