"Phew—"
Su Cheng gently set down the envelope and turned his gaze out the window, taking a deep breath. Yet, an indescribable weight pressed heavily on his heart.
Whether it was the morning bus ride or the contents of the letter in his hand, everything served as a stark reminder: he was being watched—no, controlled—by someone who had seized his fatal weakness.
She could withhold his medical records from being reported, and just as easily, she could re-upload them at any moment.
This left him utterly bewildered.
He was just an ordinary transmigrator, someone who had never committed any heinous acts. At worst, he kept his distance from classmates and teachers. Beyond that, he couldn’t think of any unforgivable sins or flaws in his character.
So then…
Who was targeting him?
And what was their goal?
Had his identity as a transmigrator been exposed?
It seemed… he had no choice but to visit that bus stop after all.
Lost in thought, Su Cheng absentmindedly tore the letter to shreds, his mind tangled in chaos.
But soon, the sharp rap of knuckles against his desk snapped him back to reality.
"Hey, you! Why did you just tear up the letter your senior gave you?" A girl with long, straight black hair glared at him, her voice laced with displeasure.
Su Cheng blinked, only now realizing the shredded paper in his hands. He looked up awkwardly. "I already knew what it said, so—"
"That’s no excuse to destroy it!" Xuan Ying scowled, crossing her arms. "At the very least, you should’ve kept it safe or stored it in a box."
"She’s right," Zhao Yan chimed in, nodding in agreement. "More importantly, your senior put her heart into writing that for you. Tossing it aside like this is downright disrespectful."
Both girls had noticed the lipstick mark on the envelope—clear evidence of the sender’s deep affection. Seeing Su Cheng treat such sincerity so carelessly, they couldn’t help but feel indignant on behalf of the senior who had entrusted them with the letter.
Su Cheng opened his mouth, then closed it again, choosing instead to crumple the paper tightly in his fist. He offered no explanation, simply lowering his head back onto the desk.
"You—!" Xuan Ying stomped her foot in frustration. "How can you be so dense?!"
She kicked the leg of the desk in irritation, turning to Zhao Yan with a huff. "Yan-jie, look at him! He’s completely ungrateful!"
"Maybe he has his own reasons," Zhao Yan replied calmly, her tone devoid of anger.
Su Cheng cracked an eye open, stealing a glance at her. This golden-haired beauty was surprisingly understanding, he mused.
Still, he opted to keep playing dead.
His emotions were too tangled to put into words. Between the whole "life-nurtured peony" ordeal and now this blatant threat, he was at a loss for what to do next.
Time crawled by in agonizing slowness.
The bell for class rang, and the room erupted into noise as students huddled together, whispering. The girls chattered excitedly about gossip—though, thankfully, none of them mentioned the love letter. Su Cheng exhaled silently in relief.
The afternoon brought P.E. class.
The session kicked off with a three-kilometer run, and Su Cheng lagged far behind, even trailing the girls. He didn’t dare push himself too hard, afraid of triggering symptoms, so he plodded along in silence.
Yet, despite his caution, by the end of the run, he was gasping for breath, his body weak and trembling, on the verge of collapse.
After class, he slumped onto the steps, muscles aching, his body screaming for sugar. His lips were pale, his head foggy—like someone recovering from a severe illness.
As he struggled to steady his breathing, a pale, slender hand appeared beside him, holding the lid of a thermos filled with juice.
Su Cheng looked up to see Li Guanqi. She wore her gym uniform today, her hair tied into a high ponytail, exuding a spirited charm.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the run.
"Here," she said simply.
Su Cheng stared at the thermos lid but made no move to take it.
"You’re in bad shape. Drink it."
Li Guanqi frowned.
"No thanks," Su Cheng refused outright.
"In your condition, you might—" She pressed her lips together, insistent as she held out the thermos, her voice tinged with concern.
"Can you stop being so nice to me?" Su Cheng met her gaze, his tone heavy. "We’re not close. Thanks."
He pushed the thermos away.
"Classmates help each other," Li Guanqi said earnestly. "Besides, you promised to buy me a workbook. This is just juice—"
"I said I don’t want it." Su Cheng left the thermos beside her and stood to leave—only for his vision to black out as he rose, nearly sending him crashing to the ground.
Li Guanqi reacted instantly, grabbing his arm to steady him.
In the process, though, she accidentally knocked over the juice, spilling it across her hand.
It took Su Cheng a good ten seconds to regain his bearings. He blinked dazedly at his surroundings, muttering under his breath, "Did I transmigrate again?"
Huh?
Something soft and fragrant…
"Are you okay?" Li Guanqi’s voice was calm and gentle, her words brushing lightly against his ear.
Su Cheng turned his head to find her crouched beside him, carefully trying to remove a ring from her finger—apparently because the juice had seeped into the gap between the ring and her skin.
He blinked again, still disoriented, but then realized just how close they were. His eyes widened in alarm, and he scrambled backward, putting distance between them.
In that split second, though, his sudden movement sent Li Guanqi’s ring flying from her hand, landing with a soft plink in the nearby grass.
"I—I’m sorry!" Su Cheng’s eyes rounded in panic as he stared at the spot where the ring had disappeared. He immediately dropped to his knees, frantically combing through the grass to find it.
Li Guanqi froze, her hand instinctively covering her ring finger, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.
She seemed stunned by the abrupt turn of events, taking a moment to compose herself before closing her eyes, as if searching inwardly for something.
But—
To her surprise, the expected wave of negativity never came. Instead, an overwhelming sense of joy surged through her.
"Why…?" she wondered silently.
"Could it be…?"
This unexpected revelation sent her heart racing. She quickly turned her attention back to Su Cheng, who was still searching.
By then, he had finally found the ring—but the moment he saw it, his entire body stiffened.
Oh no.
The gold ring was scratched.
What do I do now?
This thing clearly held special significance!
Money couldn’t fix this!
Panic churned inside him, but he knew he couldn’t run away. Swallowing hard, he turned to Li Guanqi with a guilty expression. "It’s scratched. I really didn’t mean to. I’ll pay for it—full price?"
His stomach twisted with uncertainty. Would she even accept compensation?
After all, this ring might’ve meant the world to her. She never took it off.
"Give it to me." Li Guanqi showed no emotion as she took the ring directly and slipped it back onto her ring finger. She glanced at it and said earnestly, "Don’t overthink it. This ring has always been like this."
"Really?" Su Cheng felt slightly reassured and continued, "If you say so, then I’ll take my leave?"
"Mm, go ahead." Li Guanqi gave a slight nod.
"Then I’m really leaving." Su Cheng took a few steps forward but paused at the corner, turning back uncertainly to ask once more, "I’m actually leaving now!"
"Go."
Li Guanqi’s voice carried from behind.
With that confirmation, Su Cheng exhaled in relief and quickly dashed off, soon vanishing from Li Guanqi’s sight.
Li Guanqi lowered her gaze to the ring on her hand, her eyes gradually hardening. She removed it—and instantly, an overwhelming wave of negativity crashed over her, forcing a sharp inhale.
She hastily put the ring back on, and the emotions dissipated at once.
Her eyes flickered with an unreadable glint as she stared in the direction Su Cheng had gone. Then, without hesitation, she set off after him.
A few minutes later—
Li Guanqi found Su Cheng at the rest area near the track, drinking from a water fountain. She strode toward him.
About five meters away, she took off the ring again—only to be bitterly disappointed.
The same dark emotions surged back.
Gritting her teeth, she forced the ring back onto her finger.
"Was it just a coincidence?"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.
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!"
