"Are you even listening to yourself?"
Hearing this, Su Cheng turned to face her with an expressionless look, his tone calm—yet beneath that calmness simmered an inexplicable tension.
If he had still harbored some doubts before, he was now certain: she wasn’t just messing with him on purpose!
Is this even something a sane person would say?
Asking a dog to "give her face"?
"Huh?"
Cornelia blinked in confusion, her face blank as she stared at him. "What’s wrong with that?"
"How the hell would a dog give me face?!"
Seeing her clueless expression, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay composed before speaking slowly, "If you just want to humiliate me in public, say it outright. No need to beat around the bush."
"Why would you say that about me…"
Cornelia pouted, putting on a wounded expression, but soon seemed to realize something. She tilted her head thoughtfully, looking like a scheming mastermind who couldn’t quite figure out her own plan. "Could it be… Su Cheng still hasn’t recognized Big Yellow?"
At this thought, she lifted her gaze toward the golden retriever ahead, her heart sinking with disappointment and stubbornness. Still, she persisted, trying a different approach. "Big Yellow was trained in a circus. His handler used cigarettes to make him perform."
"I might’ve believed you if you said meat or bones…"
Su Cheng’s face darkened. He held up the pack of Huazi Cigarettes and retorted, "But cigarettes? What kind of circus trains dogs to smoke premium Huazi? Does this dog have a social circle too? Does he need to smoke to save face? Why not just buy him a bottle of Moutai while you’re at it!"
Yet Cornelia’s sapphire-blue eyes remained fixed on the cigarette in his hand. Her voice turned sweet and pleading, almost like a whine. "Just give it a try, okay?"
But to Su Cheng, that seemingly innocent plea carried an unmistakable undertone of threat.
He fell silent.
Staring blankly at the cigarette pack, his eyes eventually swept across the park—people strolling, resting, living their lives.
He knew that if he actually went through with this, he’d become a laughingstock, stripped of all dignity.
He might not have status, money, or anything else, but he still had his pride as a human being.
Besides, even clowns got paid. He’d be doing this for free!
"He’s going to be our most important friend in the future!"
Cornelia tugged at his sleeve insistently, her porcelain-doll face etched with desperation, as if terrified he’d refuse.
"If he’s your important friend, why don’t you do it?"
Su Cheng brushed her hand off coldly. He didn’t know anyone in this park, but if he gave in even once, there’d be no turning back.
He wouldn’t compromise.
Just as he braced himself for an even fiercer threat, Cornelia surprised him. She bit her lip, her head drooping in silence.
She looked… hurt? Su Cheng frowned. What kind of act was this now?
"Fine, I’ll do it myself…"
Cornelia rubbed her arm where he’d shaken her off, muttering under her breath, "Why do you always get so angry? This isn’t like you."
Then, under Su Cheng’s stunned gaze, she took the cigarette and lighter and marched straight toward the golden retriever.
"What the hell…"
Watching her retreating figure, Su Cheng couldn’t decipher her game. Every move she’d made so far had some twisted logic—but this? This was just absurd.
What was she trying to do?
Actually getting a dog to "give her face"?
Did she not realize how stupid this looked?
Or was she so furious she was about to sick the dog on him?
The thought sent a chill down his spine. He shook his head and kept watching.
By now, Cornelia—a striking mixed-race beauty—had drawn the attention of nearly everyone in the park, especially the younger crowd, who couldn’t help but sneak glances.
Undeterred, she popped open the cigarette pack, pulled one out, and crouched in front of the dog, lighter in one hand, cigarette in the other.
"Big Yellow, c’mon. Give me some face."
"She—she actually said it?!"
Su Cheng’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
Why would anyone do something this idiotic?!
Asking a dog for face?!
How shameless can you get?!
Any sane person with a shred of common sense would never pull a stunt like this.
What was going through her head?!
Unless… she actually knew this dog?
The moment the words left her lips, laughter erupted around the park.
"Pfft—HAHAHA! Pretty girl, but not all there upstairs, huh?"
"What a shame."
Whispers and snickers spread like wildfire.
Meanwhile, the golden retriever seemed to take offense. Its eyes glinted dangerously, a low growl rumbling in its throat as it bared its teeth.
Cornelia stumbled back, landing hard on the ground. Her wide, sapphire eyes brimmed with disbelief, as if she’d just lost a dear friend. "How…?"
Luckily, the dog didn’t attack. It simply trotted off to another spot to sunbathe, as if warning her to stay away.
"Guess the dog doesn’t know her either." Su Cheng’s brows knitted together, torn between walking away and stepping in.
He debated pretending he didn’t know her—but seeing her tremble under the crowd’s pitying stares, his resolve crumbled. With a sigh, he strode over.
By the time he reached her, she was still muttering to herself, something about "Big Yellow deviating from the world’s original trajectory."
Su Cheng frowned. "What kind of nonsense is that? If you’d used a chicken leg or a bone, maybe it’d have ‘given you face.’"
Hearing his voice, Cornelia stood up, though her gaze remained fixed on the dog. The sorrow in her eyes only deepened, as if she’d suffered some profound blow.
Su Cheng couldn’t make sense of it—any of it. But one thing was clear:
This girl’s brain worked on a completely different wavelength.
"Let’s go."
Cornelia lifted her head, her eyes red-rimmed and watery, her emotions a tangled mess.
Su Cheng didn’t reply. He just studied her for a long moment before they turned and left.
Back at home.
"Rest for a bit. I’ll make dinner."
The moment they stepped inside, Cornelia grabbed ingredients and headed for the kitchen, clumsily tying on an apron. She turned to him with sudden solemnity.
"Just sit back and watch—your future wife is about to show you the skills of a proper homemaker!"
"……"
Su Cheng's lips twitched violently as he stared at the petite little girl in front of him, who wasn't even as tall as the kitchen counter. A strange sense of dissonance surged in his heart.
But he didn’t object. After all, she was the one who had paid for all the ingredients. Plus, she had already eaten his lunch. Since she insisted on cooking, he might as well wait and see what she prepared.
His only hope was that she wouldn’t poison him.
"Where’s the little stool at home?"
Soon, Cornelia’s voice reached his ears as she frantically searched around, head lowered. The question made him freeze for a moment.
There was a small stool, but he rarely used it—so rarely that he had stashed it under his bed and nearly forgotten about it.
But how did she know?
"It’s wooden, small, and really sturdy."
As if worried he wouldn’t understand, she even gestured with her hands to describe its size and shape.
No doubt about it—she was talking about the stool under his bed!
When he didn’t respond, she started darting between cabinets, the fridge, and even the bathroom, searching desperately. The urgency in her movements sent an eerie chill down his spine.
Had someone… inspected his apartment while they were out shopping?
That was the only explanation he could think of.
After all, Cornelia had waited outside while he paid at the supermarket—plenty of time for someone to relay that kind of information to her.
"Uh… It’s under my bed."
Su Cheng finally spoke up. If he didn’t, she might’ve turned the whole place upside down.
Cornelia’s face lit up with delight, and she immediately dashed into his bedroom.
Left standing in the living room, Su Cheng found himself at a loss, his gaze fixed blankly on his bedroom door.
A vague suspicion began creeping into his mind.
Soon, Cornelia emerged, carefully carrying the small stool, and marched straight into the kitchen to begin her culinary mission.
Su Cheng followed, figuring she wouldn’t know where the utensils were. The last thing he needed was her breaking something.
But the moment he saw Cornelia in action, he fell silent, his face twisting in disbelief.
She stepped onto the stool, reached up effortlessly, and opened the cabinets—grabbing pots, pans, and bowls without even looking. Then, from a hidden compartment, she pulled out a knife.
Next, she scooped rice from the rice bin, stuck the kitchen knife into the sink, and got to work.
She was too skilled.
Even if someone had briefed her with detailed instructions, there was no way she could’ve known exactly where everything was stored.
She moved as if she’d memorized the contents of all seven or eight cabinets—and retrieved each item with practiced ease.
The absurdity of it all made his head spin.
How did she know his kitchen inside out?
He had only moved in recently himself. Half the time, he had to open multiple cabinets just to find what he needed.
As Su Cheng stood there, dumbfounded, a wild, almost unbelievable thought struck him—
Could she really be… a reincarnator?
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, 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?"
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?"
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.
