"Senior, I need some time to process all this information." Su Cheng stood up, signaling his intent. "I'll go prepare breakfast first."
"Mmm, I was almost full from snacks already."
Liu Qingyue responded obediently, watching as Su Cheng left the living room. Only when his figure disappeared into the kitchen did she lazily stretch, her alluring silhouette faintly visible, sparking imaginations.
Before long, Su Cheng returned with a lavish breakfast: a steaming bowl of chicken soup with drumsticks, a fried egg on the side, and a few small plates of pickles—an undeniably tempting spread.
"Senior, it's ready." Without waiting for her, Su Cheng walked alone to the balcony, opening the window to let the cold wind clear the turmoil in his mind.
Liu Qingyue approached, raising an eyebrow in surprise. She had expected mushroom chicken noodles like last time.
Instead, there were only fresh greens, and no milk either.
Moreover, Su Cheng wasn’t bustling around the sofa as usual. Instead, he stood on the balcony, hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the distance as if lost in thought.
Noticing this, Liu Qingyue didn’t disturb him, quietly enjoying the breakfast he had prepared with care.
Su Cheng’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, too tangled for him to unravel.
His identity as a transmigrator had been exposed, and in this world, some people possessed special abilities. According to Liu Qingyue, his was—a "Peach Blossom Constitution."
This ability seemed fitting for someone like him, a transmigrator.
It also made him think of Li Guanqi from his class—her ability was likely "Invisibility," making her a natural-born assassin.
Indeed, this world had hidden facets beyond the ordinary.
Now, he worried others might discover his secret like Liu Qingyue had. A sense of unease and helplessness crept in, and the situation seemed to be worsening.
This state lingered for a long time until Su Cheng felt exhausted. He glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already seven.
"Don’t worry, junior." Liu Qingyue finished her meal and sauntered over with a light chuckle. "I’ll keep your secret, even from my young mistress."
"I hope you’ll keep your word, senior." Su Cheng forced a smile, steering the conversation elsewhere. "About these special abilities—can you explain them in more detail?"
"Of course." Liu Qingyue nodded. "These abilities only slightly enhance mental, physical, sensory, psychological, or bodily aspects. They don’t significantly impact the world or large-scale events, nor do they threaten societal stability. Plus, very few people have them."
"Just 'slightly'?" Su Cheng sighed in relief but pressed further. "Can you give examples?"
"For instance, abilities like Eagle Eye, Super Strength, Enhanced Perception, or Eidetic Memory," Liu Qingyue explained.
"That still sounds incredibly strong." Su Cheng couldn’t help but retort. "It’s completely unscientific."
"Actually, all of them can be explained scientifically. People with Eagle Eye have unique blood vessel distribution in their eyes. Those with Super Strength have abnormal muscle fibers. Enhanced Perception individuals have brains more sensitive to magnetic fields, causing their bodies to react strongly. Eidetic Memory is just a hyperthymesia condition—a brain anomaly." Liu Qingyue grinned.
Su Cheng’s face nearly darkened with exasperation at her explanation.
"What about my Peach Blossom Constitution?"
He mused aloud.
"Maybe it’s karma from your past life—unfinished romantic debts." Liu Qingyue blinked playfully.
"That makes zero scientific sense!"
Su Cheng rolled his eyes.
"You’re a transmigrator, and you’re still hung up on science?"
Liu Qingyue teased.
"Let’s get back to the main issue." Su Cheng decided to refocus. "What if the Practice Department refuses to help me?"
Even if he was prepared to owe a massive favor, the problem was he didn’t know anyone in the Practice Department—hadn’t even met them. How could he ask for their help?
If they refused, he’d be powerless.
And the urgent matter was still the mark on his lips—this was no longer just about him.
If the Ji Family took their anger out on Cornelia, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Just go. If they refuse, I have my own ways to handle it." Liu Qingyue tapped her chin confidently.
Hearing this, Su Cheng nodded and turned to clear the dishes, falling silent again—so much so that Liu Qingyue couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances.
"Now that you don’t need me, you’re giving me the cold shoulder." She sighed dramatically.
"I’m thinking. Senior, you can head to school first. I need more time." Su Cheng replied without looking back.
Liu Qingyue pouted but said nothing else, simply sitting on the sofa to wait.
Half an hour later, the two were ready and boarded the bus to the academy.
...
On the bus.
"Junior, why so gloomy?" Liu Qingyue’s concerned voice came from beside him.
"I just want some quiet." Su Cheng replied flatly, his gaze fixed outside the window.
Liu Qingyue pursed her lips in displeasure. "Hmph, so unfriendly."
Still, she didn’t disturb him further, closing her eyes to rest.
After a while, Su Cheng turned to her with a serious expression. "Can you all stop following me? I really need some privacy."
"That’s not my call."
Liu Qingyue hesitated before answering. "But I’ll relay it to the young mistress. She’ll decide."
Su Cheng’s face fell. "Then I’ll talk to her myself."
He closed his eyes again, his demeanor melancholic and lonely.
They arrived at school by 7:45 AM.
The two parted ways at the gate.
Su Cheng carried a backpack stuffed with workbooks, and in his right hand, he held something wrapped in newspaper.
To the uninformed, it might have looked like a suspicious package, naturally drawing attention from passersby and Disciplinary Committee Members.
"Hey, you there—wait!" Several Disciplinary Committee Members suddenly called out, chasing after him.
Among them was Hoshino Mirai, someone Su Cheng recognized.
Hoshino Mirai and the others looked tense, though she seemed in good spirits.
"It’s just flowers." Su Cheng unwrapped the newspaper, revealing a withered peony inside.
"Oh, flowers."
The Disciplinary Committee Members relaxed, chuckling before dispersing to resume their duties.
Hoshino Mirai, however, stepped forward, examining the peony closely before concluding, "This flower has been exposed to strong light for too long. It’s beyond saving."
Su Cheng lowered his gaze, gently lifting the wilted peony to his nose for a faint sniff. "You’re right," he murmured.
Hoshino Mirai studied him curiously. "Then why bring it to school?"
"Maybe a miracle will happen." Su Cheng replied softly, a trace of hope in his voice.
A flicker of thought passed through Hoshino Mirai’s eyes, but in the end, she just shook her head and stepped aside, letting him pass.
Su Cheng walked through the main gate of the teaching building and headed to his classroom. The moment he stepped inside, he felt gazes from all directions, but he ignored them and went straight to his seat. He stuffed the peony flower into his desk drawer, then pulled out over a dozen workbooks from his bag.
As he laid out the workbooks, the noisy chatter in the classroom instantly died down. The students held their breaths—some watching curiously, others stealing glances in silence.
"Su Cheng, are these the workbooks you mentioned?" Ye Zhuchen stepped forward, his face brimming with curiosity as he looked at him.
"Exactly." Su Cheng nodded, taking one out of his bag and handing it to him. "This is the one I promised you."
"Thanks. How much?" Ye Zhuchen flipped through a few pages before looking up to ask.
Su Cheng waved his hand. "The market price is on the back."
Ye Zhuchen glanced at it, then handed over a bill before turning away without another word and returning to his seat to study the workbook.
The market price was 42 yuan, and he had given a single bill. Su Cheng was supposed to give change, so he placed the prepared coins on Ye Zhuchen’s desk before going back to organize his own workbooks.
He wasn’t the type to take advantage of others.
At most, this was just classmates helping each other out.
And so, the students who had requested workbooks the day before came forward one by one to collect theirs, paying in order. Some even told him to keep the change, but he insisted on returning it.
If anyone hadn’t brought money, he simply said, "You can pay me next time."
Within no time, the dozen or so workbooks were all distributed, and nearly every student in the class had one.
"None left?"
The voice came before its owner appeared.
A familiar, comforting fragrance drifted in, and then Su Cheng saw Li Guanqi standing beside him, her expression blank as she stared at the now-empty desk, as if she hadn’t just spoken.
"Hold on."
Su Cheng rummaged through his schoolbag again and soon pulled out two more workbooks—one for science, one for literature.
Since he owed her two favors, he had specifically prepared two for her, silently acknowledging the debt.
"Thanks." Li Guanqi nodded slightly, then began digging through her own bag for change.
A moment later, a crisp bill appeared in her hand—but just as she was about to hand it over—
Su Cheng noticed something strange. The ring on her finger, which had been there just seconds ago while she was searching her bag, had now vanished.
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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?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
