The Archery Club.
Ji Qingyi's private domain.
This was a place no outsider could trespass upon. Even among the club members, few were granted a glimpse inside. Unless permitted by Ji Qingyi herself, not even the heavens themselves could force their way in.
Yet, there was one exception.
"Go in. The young mistress is waiting in the dining hall."
After the two entered, Liu Qingyue spoke to Su Cheng, who stood beside her, visibly nervous and uneasy.
However, upon hearing this, Su Cheng hesitated, torn between speaking up and holding back.
Yesterday, he had sent the club president those annoying and embarrassing stickers—how was he supposed to face her now?
He might already be labeled as frivolous and rude in her eyes. The memory of Ji Qingyi's flushed, furious expression still sent a shiver down his spine.
"Come on, the food's getting cold."
Liu Qingyue gave him a push, urging him forward. "If you keep dawdling, the young mistress really will get angry."
Su Cheng jumped at her words and hurriedly knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
Hearing that familiar, icy voice, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
...
Before him was a dining table, laden with an array of exquisite and delicious dishes.
At that moment, Ji Qingyi sat at the head of the table. Dressed in her school uniform, her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her beauty as ethereal as ever—aloof, untouchable, noble and transcendent.
When she noticed his arrival, she merely cast a fleeting glance in Su Cheng's direction before rising from her seat. She brushed past him, leaving behind a faint, intoxicating fragrance, as elusive as mist.
Only after Ji Qingyi had left did Su Cheng snap out of his daze.
The silent treatment—this must be the legendary silent treatment!
He thought to himself, feeling both wronged and confused. He had already properly explained himself over text and apologized to the club president. Why was she still giving him the cold shoulder?
With that in mind, he took a look around the dining hall—no, not a dining hall, more like a cold palace. The room was a classic, antique-style space, meticulously decorated. At first glance, it appeared ordinary, but upon closer inspection, every piece of furniture, every utensil, was of immense value, crafted from rare and luxurious materials—understated yet elegant, enough to leave anyone in awe.
"It seems you'll have to find a way to cheer her up."
Just then, Liu Qingyue placed a large bowl of rice in front of Su Cheng, speaking with a tone of earnest advice.
"Oh? Where did the president go?" Su Cheng instinctively accepted the rice, then pointed at the untouched dishes on the table. "She didn't even take a bite—is she already full?"
"The young mistress waited for you for ten minutes, so she ate by herself. She only ever eats to taste, not to fill up."
Liu Qingyue pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, adding, "So next time, make sure to come straight to the club after class. Otherwise, she might get upset again."
"Uh, got it."
"Then, this servant shall take her leave. Please enjoy your meal, young master."
Liu Qingyue smiled.
"What kind of self-introduction is that?"
Su Cheng stopped her. "Aren’t you going to eat with me?"
"A 'servant' refers to someone who has lost their freedom and labors for their master without compensation," Liu Qingyue explained matter-of-factly. "So you can think of me as a maid. Feel free to order me around as you please."
"You say it so seriously," Su Cheng said suspiciously, "but something feels off."
Liu Qingyue grinned. "What feels off?"
Su Cheng pondered for a moment. "It's like... there's a wave of resentment filling the entire room."
"Is there?" Liu Qingyue replied nonchalantly. "Must be your imagination."
"Is that so?"
Su Cheng pretended to think it over before suddenly realizing something. "Want to eat together?"
"Servants aren’t allowed to dine with their masters. It's the rules." Liu Qingyue shook her head. "This servant will excuse herself now. Please take your time, young master."
With that, she turned and left the dining hall.
"Hey—" Su Cheng sighed in frustration and sat down to eat.
He found Liu Qingyue's sudden self-proclaimed "servant" act very strange.
Does she not like this job?
No freedom?
Well, it does seem pretty restrictive.
But... unpaid labor?
Ah, right—her salary got docked because of me!
Is she hinting that I should talk to the president for her?
Yeah, that must be it.
Lost in thought, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.
But after just a few mouthfuls, he frowned.
Because it was delicious.
He set the dish aside and tried another. Yet the more he ate, the more conflicted he felt.
Why does it have to taste this good?
I'm supposed to be cutting back on carbs for training—how am I supposed to resist eating more bowls of rice when it's this tasty?
About fifteen minutes later, he finished his meal and stepped out of the dining hall, spotting Ji Qingyi seated at the tea table.
She sat gracefully, quietly brewing tea.
"P-President..."
Su Cheng called out timidly.
"Sit."
Ji Qingyi spoke without looking up, continuing to focus on the tea.
"Uh, okay."
Su Cheng shuffled over and took a seat across from her.
He watched her movements, unconsciously swallowing hard. Truth be told, the way she prepared tea was truly refined. The liquid was a clear, jade-green, flowing like a gentle stream, the leaves releasing a fragrant aroma.
"President, about those stickers yesterday..."
Su Cheng tried to explain, but Ji Qingyi simply handed him a cup of tea, signaling for him to drink first.
Not daring to refuse, Su Cheng obediently took a sip.
Instantly, a rich, intoxicating tea fragrance enveloped his senses.
"Amazing tea, amazing tea, amazing tea!" he praised three times in a row, unable to hold back. "You're incredible, President!"
Yet Ji Qingyi remained silent.
Su Cheng coughed awkwardly and finally wiped the smile off his face. If she was going to be cold, he wasn’t about to keep groveling.
After all, he had his pride too.
"Then tell me—what makes this tea good?"
Ji Qingyi lifted her own cup, blew lightly on the surface, and took a small sip. Her tone carried no discernible emotion as she posed the question directly.
"Uh..." Su Cheng was stumped.
Since when do I know anything about tea?!
He racked his brain for words to describe it.
"This brew... sweet but not bitter," Su Cheng began, lifting his cup and pretending to savor the aroma. "Smooth, not astringent. The color is light, yet the flavor is rich. Even before drinking, the fragrance already fills the lungs."
Ji Qingyi let out a soft scoff. "Weren’t you the one who once claimed you never flattered others? Look at you now."
At this, Su Cheng's face paled, then flushed with embarrassment. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay composed. "President, this isn’t flattery. I just wanted to make you happy, so I tried my best to find the right words. Besides... didn’t we sign a marriage agreement?"
At the mention of marriage, Ji Qingyi turned to face him, her gaze flickering. "That document is nothing but empty words. We both know that."
With that, she stood up, hands clasped behind her back, and circled the tea table until she stood right in front of Su Cheng. "Since you brought it up, let me ask you this—are you satisfied with the arrangement now?"
Su Cheng froze for a moment, then lowered his gaze, avoiding eye contact as he replied softly, "Of course, it’s agreeable."
"Since you have no objections, we’ll proceed with arranging the engagement first. After that, you’ll go for recuperation and training, followed by lessons in etiquette and duties."
Su Cheng was stunned. Hadn’t he just come for a meal? Why had things suddenly escalated to such a significant matter? Was this the consequence of her anger?
Flustered, he quickly asked, "W-why are we suddenly talking about an engagement? President Ji, didn’t you say you wanted to evaluate things first?!"
"Even marriages can end in divorce, let alone an engagement. At its core, this is just a statement of intent."
Ji Qingyi fixed him with a cold smile before shifting her tone. "More importantly, do you remember your promise to stay away from other women?"
"I… I remember. What about it?"
"If you remember, then think carefully—have you kept that promise these past few days?"
A chill ran down Su Cheng’s spine. Upon reflection, he had indeed interacted frequently with female classmates recently. But in his view, it was just normal socializing—most of the time, they approached him, leaving him little choice. Just as he was about to argue, Ji Qingyi cut him off.
"Of course, I understand not all the blame falls on you. So, I’ve decided to use this opportunity to clarify your status—to give them a sense of propriety."
With that, she stepped closer, lifting his chin with her fingers, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"And to give you a legitimate reason to turn them away—openly and without guilt."
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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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!"
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.
