After a long while...
"Huh?!"
Xuan Ying suddenly let out a startled cry, nearly jumping out of her skin. Her eyes widened as she stared fixedly in the direction where Senior Sister Si had disappeared, muttering in disbelief, "Deep conversation? What does she mean by that?"
Zhao Yan was equally dumbfounded, her brows furrowing as she gazed in the same direction.
Had their home been stolen while the three of them were chatting?
No, judging by the situation, even the crystal had been swiped!
Li Guanqi initially frowned at the words but then slowly relaxed, sitting down and placing her hands on her knees before closing her eyes to rest.
She didn’t seem the least bit worried about the "home invasion."
Still, she couldn’t help but feel exasperated by the strange pattern where Su Cheng would inevitably stir up trouble the moment she wasn’t around.
Just then, another figure approached from a distance. Sensing the presence, Li Guanqi opened her eyes and looked toward the newcomer.
Not far away, Su Cheng was strolling leisurely toward them, admiring the scenery along the way, clearly in high spirits.
Zhao Yan and Xuan Ying tensed up at the sight of Su Cheng, scrutinizing him with grave expressions, checking for any dishevelment in his appearance.
Su Cheng, noticing their stares, raised an eyebrow.
Li Guanqi’s expression turned slightly complicated as Su Cheng drew closer. Instinctively, she raised a small fist to her lips and coughed lightly, as if to subtly warn him.
"Carry on, I’m just a passing Kamen Rider."
Su Cheng glanced at Li Guanqi, then nodded politely at the others, cracking a joke before turning to leave.
However, Xuan Ying, abandoning her usual shyness and restraint, boldly called out, "Wait!"
"Hm?" Su Cheng stopped and turned back, baffled. Since when had Xuan Ying become so bold?
Taking a deep breath, Xuan Ying steadied herself and stepped forward, her face serious but her heart pounding nervously.
"What’s wrong?" Su Cheng asked, perplexed.
Gritting her teeth as if making a firm decision, Xuan Ying mustered her courage and began circling Su Cheng, inspecting every detail. Only after confirming nothing was amiss did she finally exhale in relief.
"What are you looking at?" Su Cheng’s expression grew increasingly odd, his confusion deepening.
But that wasn’t enough for her.
Suddenly, she leaned in, sniffing around with her petite nose before muttering in suspicion, "Huh? No scent?"
She then rose on tiptoe, bringing her nose closer to his neck for a thorough inspection before finally relaxing—there was no trace of a woman’s fragrance, nor any other unusual odor.
"My god, what are you doing?!"
Su Cheng couldn’t hold back anymore as he watched Xuan Ying sniff him like a dog, finally voicing his disbelief.
Xuan Ying snapped back to reality, hastily retreating with a flushed face. But before she could explain—
"Stop this indecent behavior at once, miss!"
A soft yet firm voice rang out from behind. Hoshino Mirai and another disciplinary committee member rushed over, notebooks in hand, shielding a bewildered Su Cheng while glaring at Xuan Ying, clearly mistaking her for some rich brat harassing him.
"We were just playing a game!"
Xuan Ying glanced at the two intimidating girls, then at Su Cheng, who was equally stunned, and quickly defended herself.
"Since when do games involve sniffing people?!" Hoshino Mirai scowled, her gaze sweeping over Zhao Yan before snapping back to Xuan Ying. "You were clearly taking advantage of your numbers to harass Su Cheng!"
"What do you take him for?!"
The other committee member was even more incensed. As a fellow first-year, she’d heard of Su Cheng’s popularity—how dare this troublemaker harass him in broad daylight?
Unbelievable!
"No, you’ve got it all wrong! We really were just messing around!"
Xuan Ying grew anxious at their accusatory glares. "Besides, why would I bully Su Cheng? He’s my classmate!"
"She’s telling the truth. Our class is famously united and kind—we’d never bully our own."
A clear, melodious voice chimed in as Zhao Yan stepped forward, followed closely by Li Guanqi.
"I saw it with my own eyes—how can it be a misunderstanding?"
The committee member refused to back down, shooting Xuan Ying a sharp look. "Either you come with us to the disciplinary office now, or we’ll have it come to you!"
"Don’t worry, Su Cheng. With me here, they won’t dare lay a finger on you. I’ll make sure justice is served."
Hoshino Mirai gently patted Su Cheng’s shoulder, her tone warm yet resolute, ready to defend him at all costs.
All eyes turned to Su Cheng, waiting for his response.
Internally, Su Cheng was torn between laughter and exasperation. He glanced at Xuan Ying, who looked pitifully wronged, then at Zhao Yan and Li Guanqi, whose expressions were unreadable, before finally meeting Hoshino Mirai’s gaze.
"Um, thank you, Senior."
Su Cheng nodded politely before sighing and addressing the group. "It’s all a misunderstanding. We really were playing a game—just a... unique one. If you’d like, I can explain."
At his words, Xuan Ying relaxed, but Hoshino Mirai blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?"
"No, Su Cheng! Don’t let them intimidate you into covering for them! We’ll protect you!"
The other committee member refused to believe him—they’d seen Xuan Ying’s actions firsthand.
Today, she swore to shield Su Cheng.
Nothing would stop her!
Faced with their skepticism, Su Cheng had no choice but to elaborate. "Xuan Ying was just... imitating a puppy. There was no ill intent. Please don’t misunderstand her, alright?"
Hoshino Mirai and the committee members froze, exchanging awkward glances before reluctantly nodding.
"Thank you for understanding."
Su Cheng sighed inwardly. While Xuan Ying’s antics had been unexpected, at least no real harm was done.
"Since it was a misunderstanding, you owe me an apology!"
Xuan Ying, however, wasn’t about to let it slide. Her tone turned confrontational—especially since she recognized Hoshino Mirai as a rival.
"Our apologies for the misunderstanding. We’re sorry."
Hoshino Mirai quickly bowed, tugging at her companion to do the same.
"Sorry."
Xuan Ying huffed, somewhat mollified, and turned to leave—
Only for Hoshino Mirai to block her path.
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.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
