Su Cheng finished reading the diary, and after Li Guanqi endured a long lecture with mixed emotions, class was finally over.
Then, Su Cheng sent her a message.
Su Cheng: "I've finished reading the diary. I completely understand your feelings and thoughts now."
Seeing this, Li Guanqi's face flushed slightly, but she quickly composed herself and replied succinctly, "Mm. Give it back to me at the gathering tomorrow."
Su Cheng: "Sure. I have to go to the dojo at noon."
Li Guanqi: "Got it."
Su Cheng: "By the way, do you know what Xuan Ying likes?"
Suddenly, Su Cheng's question made her body tremble violently as she realized something—
This Sunday was Xuan Ying's birthday!
No wonder the two girls hadn't shown any disappointment earlier. Instead, Xuan Ying had even seemed excited. So that was the reason!
The class gathering had to follow school rules, but Xuan Ying's birthday was a different story. Once midnight struck, the theme could easily shift to her birthday dance party.
At that point, she could ask for anything she wanted, right?
And if Xuan Ying invited Su Cheng to dance in that setting…
Goodness, the odds were stacked way too high!
Just thinking about it made Li Guanqi inexplicably uncomfortable, especially since Xuan Ying would be the one inviting him on her birthday.
She had a feeling Su Cheng wouldn’t refuse—he wouldn’t want to embarrass Xuan Ying in front of everyone.
Who knows…
Maybe he’d even secretly practiced some smooth dance moves.
The dilemma and conflict she faced now were obvious.
After calming down, she decided to ask Su Cheng directly.
Li Guanqi: "I think she’d like anything you give her."
After sending it, she waited.
A moment later, Su Cheng replied.
Su Cheng: "Oh, I see. That gives me an idea."
Reading this, Li Guanqi decided to probe further.
Li Guanqi: "Can you dance?"
Su Cheng: "Of course! I’m the Dance King of Asia!"
Huh?
Li Guanqi was utterly baffled. Since when had he mastered dancing behind her back?
Dance King? Had he really been secretly practicing ballroom dancing this whole time?
Su Cheng: "Care to join me?"
Seeing his follow-up message, Li Guanqi took a deep breath and decided to drop the roundabout questions.
She went straight to the point.
Li Guanqi: "Xuan Ying might invite you to dance at her birthday party this weekend. How are you going to handle that?"
Su Cheng: "A jealous Guanqi is super cute, by the way."
……
Staring at her phone screen, Li Guanqi’s expression froze. But as if sensing her reaction, Su Cheng quickly sent another message.
Su Cheng: "Actually, all I know is the morning exercise routine. I used to take it way too seriously, so my classmates made fun of me and called me the 'Dance King of Asia.'"
Just like that, Su Cheng casually revealed his past humiliations.
An image flashed in her mind—him standing in class, diligently performing the morning exercises while his classmates laughed at him.
Picturing that scene, the gloom in Li Guanqi’s heart completely dissipated, and she began typing a comforting reply.
Li Guanqi: "A perfect date stands out among rotten ones. So, don’t worry about what others think."
Su Cheng: "Thanks for the encouragement. Next time, let’s dance together—we’ll be the perfect dates!"
For some reason, her face burned again.
Then, the two resumed their earlier conversation.
Li Guanqi: "You still haven’t answered my question."
Su Cheng: "Of course I wouldn’t dance with her! First, I don’t know how. Second, if I were to dance with anyone, it’d be you! Confident emoji"
After exchanging a few more messages, the class bell rang, and both put away their phones.
The morning classes ended, and Li Guanqi picked up her bag, walking toward Xuan Ying and Zhao Yan.
But unexpectedly, the two girls completely ignored her.
As if she didn’t exist.
This wasn’t just absentmindedness—it was as if they had completely erased her from their thoughts. They didn’t even notice her standing right beside them.
Li Guanqi understood immediately. Normally, the two would invite her to lunch at this time.
But today, they had suddenly forgotten about her.
No doubt, they were heading to Sister Qin’s place.
So, she stayed silent, trailing behind them as usual, planning to uncover the truth.
Sure enough, they entered the library.
She took her usual seat in the farthest corner and quietly listened.
Today’s Sister Qin lecture was about to begin.
"I’m so excited! I wonder what he’ll give me."
The moment she sat down, Xuan Ying couldn’t contain her excitement, resting her chin on her hands as she drifted into fantasyland.
Zhao Yan, however, showed no particular reaction. She simply picked up a book—The History of Classical Art—and began flipping through it.
"By the way, I really owe you one this time."
Xuan Ying suddenly turned to Zhao Yan with a sweet smile, as if to say, Sisters help each other out!
"It was nothing. I just had a word with the vice class president."
Zhao Yan smiled faintly.
Xuan Ying immediately looked touched.
"No, I just never expected you to go along with my plan…"
Her eyes welled up with tears, overwhelmed with gratitude—and guilt. After all, her best friend also had feelings for Su Cheng, yet she had given Xuan Ying this opportunity.
"Between us, there’s no need to keep score. Besides, it’s your birthday. It’s only right."
Zhao Yan turned another page, her tone indifferent. But deep down, this was her strategy after losing to Li Guanqi in the chess incident.
Her new motto: Better to let Xuan Ying win than let Li Guanqi have him.
Xuan Ying wiped her tears but shook her head firmly. "No, I owe you this time. Next year, on your birthday, I’ll help you!"
"Huh?"
Zhao Yan was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Xuan Ying to be so generous and froze for a moment.
"Alright, it’s settled then~"
Xuan Ying giggled.
Zhao Yan didn’t respond, returning to her book. After calming down, she realized Xuan Ying was just being polite—no need to take it seriously.
Li Guanqi listened silently, her gaze shifting between the two girls. Just as she had guessed, the class gathering had been prearranged.
Right then—
"Well, well, everyone’s here."
Sister Qin walked in, holding a thermos, a faint smirk on her lips.
"About tomorrow—"
Xuan Ying couldn’t wait and tried to cut in, but Sister Qin waved her off.
Xuan Ying obediently closed her mouth, looking at Sister Qin expectantly.
"Tomorrow, during the day, you can visit him under the pretense of helping him buy a suit. At night, I’ll attend your birthday party as your guardian."
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.”
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."
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.
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