Noon.
Archery Club.
Since it wasn’t club time at noon, most members came here to rest.
“By the way, Su Cheng is supposed to represent the club in this year’s International Mounted Archery Championship, right?”
“Of course.”
“But the problem is, he’s already left the club.”
A few members of the dojo sat on the floor, discussing the upcoming international competition organized by the World Mounted Archery Federation. As soon as Su Cheng’s name was mentioned, everyone sighed.
“Ah, what a pity.”
A girl said regretfully, “He really doesn’t need to chase the mounted archery championship anymore, does he?”
“Yeah, a lot of people online think that if he were still into mounted archery, no one else would stand a chance. But now, we haven’t heard a single update from him.”
Another boy couldn’t help but sigh.
“Hmm, I was really looking forward to seeing him in traditional attire again at the world stage, leaving a heroic, majestic silhouette on the big screen.”
At that moment, Yang Xin, who had been quiet in the corner, suddenly spoke up with certainty in his tone: “No, he will participate.”
Hearing that, everyone turned sharply to look at him.
“How do you know?”
Yang Xin glanced at the group, took a slow sip of water, and then calmly said, “I remember he practiced mounted archery with the club president not long ago.”
Everyone was momentarily stunned.
Then someone questioned, “But that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll participate, does it?”
“Why don’t you just ask him yourself?”
Suddenly, Li Shishi, who had been silently polishing a bow and arrow, unexpectedly cut in with a cold remark before returning to her work on the longbow.
Everyone snapped back to reality, only then noticing that a strikingly handsome horse archer had quietly entered through the door. He greeted everyone politely with a hand gesture.
“Good afternoon, everyone.”
Li Shishi put down her bow and stood up. She nodded slightly to Su Cheng and then spoke, “We were just talking about you. I hope you don’t mind.”
She paused before continuing, “Everyone’s just really curious whether you’ll be participating this time.”
“Not at all,”
Su Cheng nodded slightly, smiling. “To be honest, I’m looking forward to the competition, so I definitely will participate.”
“Really? That’s great!”
Cheers erupted around him.
“Will you be representing the Archery Club?”
Someone asked excitedly.
“Of course.”
Su Cheng smiled in affirmation.
……………………
While Su Cheng was chatting with the club members, inside the dojo, Liu Qingyue was brewing tea. After preparing it, she carried the steaming green tea to the center of the dojo.
She handed the tea to her mistress and said, “With all the noise outside, it’s obvious he’s here.”
Ji Qingyi was sitting in a chair, eyes closed, resting. She slowly opened her eyes, took the tea, sipped it lightly, and said, “I never invited him here.”
“Mistress, don’t you welcome him?”
Liu Qingyue stood nearby, pouring tea for Ji Qingyi. A faint smile appeared on her delicate face as she spoke softly, “Or could it be… you’re afraid to face him now?”
Ji Qingyi paused her tea-drinking motion, her gaze sharpening as she looked at Liu Qingyue.
"Miss, please don’t misunderstand me—I have no intention of offending."
Sensing Ji Qingyi’s scrutiny, Liu Qingyue quickly waved her hand and explained, "You wouldn’t normally say something like ‘he wasn’t invited.’ Honestly, coming from you, it sounds like you’re not welcoming him at all..."
"Last night, you used my name to ask Gu Ruoxue something—that was overstepping boundaries... I haven’t settled that with you yet."
Ji Qingyi snorted coldly and slammed her teacup down on the table. "Today, I’m warning you: no matter what you do from now on, don’t cross my bottom line again."
Liu Qingyue was silent for a long moment before nodding, acknowledging the warning. The night before, while Ji Qingyi was bathing, she had taken her phone and risked sending a message to Gu Ruoxue—but the reply was far from helpful.
Gu Ruoxue’s only response was: "Please come to the Practice Department for an interview."
Liu Qingyue naturally understood what Ji Qingyi feared—what she was worried about was nothing more than the embarrassment of being seen in a bad light by Su Cheng, just like the last time with the scrambled eggs incident, and losing face.
"Actually..."
Liu Qingyue looked up and said, "Miss, if you’re afraid Su Cheng will overstep his bounds, you could just confront him as his strict instructor and discipline him through teaching. Wouldn’t that be the best of both worlds?"
Ji Qingyi was momentarily taken aback. She had expected Liu Qingyue to spout some nonsense about equality again, but this time, she actually offered a suggestion that suited her taste.
"No need for your reminder."
Ji Qingyi picked up her teacup again, took a light sip, and casually said, "The archery competition is coming up soon, and since he’s been out of practice for a while, I’ll take him myself to toughen him up."
She put down the cup and looked at Liu Qingyue, her tone leaving no room for argument: "As for you, go to the Practice Department later and tell Gu Ruoxue that Su Cheng will be returning to club training for a while."
Upon hearing this, Liu Qingyue lowered her head slightly, pressing her lips together before softly responding, "Okay."
In fact, this sentence carried three meanings: first, to ask Gu Ruoxue to lend Su Cheng; second, to explain that it was Liu Qingyue who sent the message yesterday, not Ji Qingyi herself; and third, to inquire about any updates from Gu Ruoxue.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
At that moment, a sudden, heavier knock sounded on the door, causing Ji Qingyi to furrow her delicate brows in discomfort. The knocks were much louder than before, which unsettled her greatly.
"Please come in."
Liu Qingyue spoke.
The door opened the next moment, and a figure stepped inside, eyes sharp and wise, reflecting intelligence and order.
It was none other than Su Cheng.
"President, senior sister."
Su Cheng greeted politely, then shifted his gaze to Ji Qingyi beside Liu Qingyue, smiling warmly: "President, I’ve come to practice Go. Please guide me."
"Mm, have a seat."
Ji Qingyi extended her delicate hand, indicating the empty seat opposite her with a rather indifferent tone. Although Su Cheng was polite and respectful in his words and actions, Ji Qingyi couldn’t help but feel uneasy whenever she thought about his abilities.
“Thank you.”
Su Cheng smiled warmly and thanked her before taking the seat beside Ji Qingyi. Meanwhile, Liu Qingyue served him tea with practiced grace and elegance.
With a young lady present, as a servant, Liu Qingyue knew she must maintain proper decorum and observe all the necessary rules.
After pouring a cup of tea for him, Liu Qingyue remained by his side, her demeanor gentle and serene, as quiet and pure as a tranquil white lotus in bloom.
Su Cheng’s gaze swept over Liu Qingyue as he took a sip of tea, then withdrew his eyes and earnestly complimented, “I didn’t expect your tea skills to be so exquisite, rivaling even the president’s.”
“You flatter me,” Liu Qingyue replied softly, shaking her head. “I’m far from matching the young lady.”
“Ahem…”
Ji Qingyi cleared her throat lightly and glanced at Su Cheng. “Let’s put the Go game aside for now. The archery competition is coming up soon, I’m sure you’ve heard.”
“Everything will be done as the president directs,” Su Cheng said with a faint smile. “What I’ve learned so far is just the basics. I look forward to your guidance, President.”
“No need for formalities. It’s just mutual exchange,” Ji Qingyi said lightly.
She took a small sip of her tea and then spoke calmly, “Are you still going to honor the promise you made before?”
“Of course,” Su Cheng nodded without hesitation.
“Then go ahead.”
At that, Ji Qingyi gave a subtle signal to Liu Qingyue.
Liu Qingyue bowed slightly and quietly exited the dojo.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
