Ji Qingyi sensed what was going through his mind at that moment, which in turn made Su Cheng fall silent.
Being with Ji Qingyi meant there was no need to put on a brave front or lie—she could always tell.
From the back seat, Gu Ruoxue also glanced over at him, her eyes scrutinizing, clearly having heard Ji Qingyi’s earlier words.
“Where’s the thing on your wrist?”
Ji Qingyi asked again.
Su Cheng froze, then looked down. The small hairband the club president had given him last time had been put away, leaving his wrist bare. He explained, “I put it away.”
“I see.”
Ji Qingyi’s tone was unreadable, yet it sent a shiver down Su Cheng’s spine.
He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but Ji Qingyi seemed slightly displeased, as if she wasn’t happy about him not wearing the hairband.
The two of them fell silent over the matter.
The rest of the class passed in agony until the bell finally rang.
Xuan Ying and her two friends immediately got up and rushed out as if they had something urgent to attend to. Even Li Guanqi only gave him a glance before leaving the classroom with the others.
Surprisingly, Cornelia and Ailiya didn’t linger either, merely shooting him a few looks before carrying their absurdly large bouquet and walking out.
After bidding Ji Qingyi farewell, Su Cheng headed to the Social Practice Club.
“Good afternoon.”
Just as he was about to open the clubroom door, Gu Ruoxue’s voice came from beside him—softer than usual, lacking her usual sharpness and coldness, instead carrying a quiet, composed serenity.
Su Cheng paused mid-motion and turned to look at her. Dressed in her school uniform, she was as stunning as ever, as if she existed in a completely different world from ordinary people.
Especially now, with sunlight streaming in from outside and casting a faint glow on her face, making her almost radiant. Su Cheng found himself momentarily dazed.
This girl really knew how to set the scene!
He snapped out of it and replied, “Good afternoon.”
Then, he pushed the door open, while Gu Ruoxue lifted her long, straight legs—clad in black thigh-high socks—and stepped inside.
“After tea, we’ll head out,” Gu Ruoxue said, walking over to the cabinet and neatly arranging the tea set, her movements unhurried.
“Oh, sure.”
Su Cheng nodded and took his usual seat.
Soon, the aroma of tea and the sound of her brewing filled the clubroom.
He watched her meticulous movements with surprise—usually, she was much more straightforward.
Now, she stood before the steaming kettle, elegantly pouring hot water over the tea leaves. The sunlight filtering through the window refracted off the steam, casting a golden glow on her face and making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Impossible to replicate. Absolutely impossible.
Her ability to find the perfect backdrop was just too overpowering.
Why was it that among all humans, only she came with special effects?
Su Cheng squinted, secretly memorizing the time, angle, and pouring technique, determined to show off in front of Ji Qingyi and Li Guanqi someday.
Just then, she seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, tilting her head slightly as if silently asking, Is something wrong?
“No,” he shook his head.
“Here’s your tea.”
By the time he averted his eyes, Gu Ruoxue was already handing him his mug, her lips parting slightly as she spoke.
“Thanks.”
He took the cup and took a sip.
The tea was sweet and mellow, its fragrance enveloping him, making his eyes close involuntarily.
Huh, she’s actually pretty good at this.
Su Cheng marveled inwardly before glancing at Gu Ruoxue again—only to catch a fleeting look of satisfaction on her face.
But she quickly schooled her expression, sat down, and picked up a book as usual. Her fingers turned the pages gently, her focused gaze making it seem as if she wasn’t reading words but flipping through a long-sealed photo album.
“Wait a second!”
Su Cheng jolted in shock—because the book in her hands was a photo album. Unable to hold back, he shot up from his seat, causing Gu Ruoxue to close it.
“What’s wrong?”
She frowned at him.
“That album… it’s not full of old photos of us, is it?”
Su Cheng asked in disbelief.
At that, Gu Ruoxue pressed a hand to her temple as if warding off a headache, then wordlessly opened the album and held it up. “What do you think?”
Inside were various pictures of cats.
Su Cheng coughed awkwardly and forced a laugh, quickly changing the subject. “My bad, got a little carried away.”
“Hm.”
Gu Ruoxue responded indifferently and went back to reading.
Soon, he finished his tea in silence.
“I’ll pick you up at your place at five. I’m leaving first.”
With that, she walked out of the clubroom.
Su Cheng tidied up, locked the door, returned to the classroom to stash all the chocolates in his system inventory, then rode his bike home.
The moment he arrived, a message from Li Guanqi came through:
"About to board the plane."
Along with flight details.
After giving a few instructions to his pet crow, he changed clothes, packed a light backpack, and waited outside his apartment for Gu Ruoxue.
Ding-dong~
His phone buzzed again.
Su Cheng pulled it out and saw the caller ID: Ji Qingyi.
For some reason, his heart tightened.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he swiped to answer and held it to his ear.
“Su Cheng.”
Ji Qingyi called his name, then said, “I’ll be disguising myself and staying with Ji Yuewu and the others.”
“Got it.”
The moment he replied, the line went dead with a series of beeps. Su Cheng blinked in confusion.
Liu Qingyue was picking up Xuan Ying…
Which meant Ji Qingyi would be with them too?
Xuan Ying’s trio and the master-servant pair—that shouldn’t be a problem, right?
He gulped nervously, but with Li Guanqi around, nothing too crazy should happen… right?
Reassured, he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
Then it buzzed again.
Li Guanqi: "Cornelia and a woman in her twenties just showed up at the airport."
“Huh?!”
Su Cheng stared at the message in shock.
Was Cornelia heading to his hometown too?
No way it’s a coincidence, right?
He never told her!
It had to be a coincidence!
Just then, a car pulled up abruptly beside him. In the back seat sat Gu Ruoxue. He opened the door, placed his bag between them, and climbed in, buckling his seatbelt.
“Where are we going?”
“The airport.”
Gu Ruoxue replied, now wearing oversized sunglasses and a hat that obscured her striking features.
Su Cheng raised an eyebrow. “Did you buy tickets?”
“Yes, already booked.”
“Wait—you know my ID number?!”
Su Cheng was stunned, but more than that, a sense of foreboding crept over him.
This couldn’t be happening, right?
Please don’t tell me they’re on the same flight as Li Guanqi…
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!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?"
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.
