"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!"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
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!"
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.
