Su Cheng stepped down from the competition grounds, his eyes brimming with newfound confidence and determination, an indescribable radiance flickering between his brows.
To the average person, this was merely an annual holiday tradition—a simple "arrow-vase throwing contest." But for Su Cheng, the experience held extraordinary significance.
Because he could see the shift in how people regarded him, their acknowledgment of his relationship with Ji Qingyi.
Though physically weary, his heart was light with relief, as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. The world seemed renewed, and so did his state of mind.
When he reached the contestants' seating area, murmurs rippled through the crowd. The other participants stole glances at him, their eyes alight with admiration, as if reassessing him with fresh wonder—like he was some rare marvel.
"Look at him—there’s something inexplicably impressive about him," whispered one female contestant to her boyfriend.
Coincidentally, her boyfriend had some experience with kyudo (Japanese archery). Nodding, he replied, "You don’t practice kyudo, so you just sense he’s skilled. But if you understood the art, you’d realize just how exceptional he is."
"How exceptional, exactly?" the girl pressed, wide-eyed.
A hint of pride flashed across her boyfriend’s face as he explained, "To put it simply, the level he just demonstrated? That’s finals-tier performance from last year’s national kyudo championship."
"You mean he could win the whole thing?" she gasped.
"Exactly. Didn’t you see how stunned the hosts and judges were? It’s like an Olympian competing in a school sports day—a total mismatch. The gap in skill can’t even be quantified."
The girl nodded thoughtfully, her gaze drifting to Su Cheng as he took his seat. She had once thought the couple mismatched, but now, they seemed perfectly suited.
"President," Su Cheng greeted as he sat down, ignoring the eager stares around him and focusing solely on the poised and elegant Ji Qingyi beside him.
"You seem in good spirits," Ji Qingyi remarked mildly, her tone measured—neither overly warm nor indifferent.
She wasn’t suppressing her emotions deliberately. But with Li Guanqi seated right behind them, excessive displays would only seem forced. She trusted Su Cheng understood.
"It feels like a weight’s been lifted," Su Cheng admitted, ducking his head slightly. "I only managed to hit the mark today thanks to your guidance."
Ji Qingyi shook her head. "Don’t credit me. The one who truly helped you was yourself. I merely offered a nudge."
"You planned this all along, didn’t you?" Su Cheng chuckled wryly. "You knew exactly how this would play out, so you deliberately lost points to let me have my moment."
Ji Qingyi glanced at Li Guanqi behind them, who was sipping water like an uninvolved spectator, seemingly oblivious to their conversation.
Su Cheng followed her gaze—and froze. The water bottle Li Guanqi was drinking from was the same one he’d used to take his medicine earlier.
But he didn’t react outwardly. Instead, he said, "By the way, if Li Guanqi hadn’t helped me with my medication earlier, I—"
"I know," Ji Qingyi interjected. "I’ve already spoken with her about it."
"Still, I’d like to thank her properly," Su Cheng insisted. "Thank you."
"Just helping a fellow student. No need for formalities," Li Guanqi replied flatly, screwing the cap back on and standing. "I’ll take my leave now. Oh, and congratulations on your performance, Su Cheng."
"Thanks. See you."
They watched Li Guanqi depart. The moment she was gone, Su Cheng eagerly clasped Ji Qingyi’s delicate hand.
"President…"
"What is it?"
Su Cheng hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing. I just wanted to say your name."
There was so much gratitude he wanted to express for her thoughtfulness, but the words had grown stale from overuse—even he was tired of them.
For now, all he could do was hold her hand tightly, letting the warmth between them speak for itself.
"Hm." Ji Qingyi lowered her eyes, observing Su Cheng’s larger hand enveloping hers. Without hesitation, she placed her other hand atop his, covering it completely.
"President?" Su Cheng looked up in surprise—only to meet her gaze directly.
Their reflections lingered in each other’s eyes. No words were needed; the warmth in their intertwined hands said more than enough.
After a long silence—
"What’s the prize for winning?" Su Cheng asked, shifting topics for the sake of their audience.
"Not sure," Ji Qingyi admitted.
"Then let’s just go."
Su Cheng stood, tugging her wrist gently. "Whatever the ranking, I don’t care anymore. Today’s our date—that’s what matters."
"Mm. Very well." Ji Qingyi offered no resistance, letting him lead her out.
But the moment they stepped beyond the pavilion—
"Su Cheng! Su Cheng!"
"Su Cheng, wait!"
Voices called after them, but Su Cheng didn’t stop. Instead, he tightened his grip on Ji Qingyi’s hand and sped up, explaining, "No more wasted time. No more interruptions to our date."
"Mm." Ji Qingyi’s soft agreement was all the confirmation he needed.
"What time does the date end?"
"Started at nine this morning. Ends at nine tonight."
"Got it."
Minutes later, Su Cheng brought Ji Qingyi to the entrance of a modestly decorated hotel. Nervously releasing her hand, he ventured, "President, would you like to rest here for a bit? We can grab a meal, then hit the night market later."
"You decide."
Ji Qingyi nodded and followed him inside. Her eyes swept across the room, taking in every detail.
"President, since it’s just a short break," Su Cheng added hastily, "I’ll book a single room?"
"Mm."
Her quiet assent came as she settled onto the sofa, eyes closed.
Relieved, Su Cheng turned to check in—only to freeze at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.
Liu Qingyue appeared, lazily twirling a keycard between her fingers. "Well, what a coincidence."
Before Su Cheng could speak, she tossed the card to him. "This is the only decent hotel around. I’ve inspected the room—feel free to use it."
With that, she strode past them toward the exit.
"President?" Su Cheng glanced at Ji Qingyi, who merely hummed in acknowledgment before rising.
They found the room using the keycard. Su Cheng slid it in, pushed the door open—and instantly stiffened.
The moment the card activated the power, the room flooded with a dim, rosy glow.
This was what she called "no problem"?!
SLAM— Su Cheng yanked the door shut.
He turned to Ji Qingyi, still visibly shaken, and said, "President, let's switch to a different room."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?"
