"She's a female taxi driver," Su Cheng answered truthfully, his tone laced with a hint of resignation.
To be honest, Su Cheng still struggled to fully accept the reality before him. This young woman exuded an unmistakable scholarly aura, yet she had somehow developed an obsession with online novels—even going so far as to ask to borrow more from him. It felt like watching something beautiful shatter before his eyes.
But upon reflection, her fascination with web novels wasn’t entirely surprising. He had been the same way once, devouring them day and night, unwilling to spare even a moment for sleep.
It was only later, under the weight of life’s pressures and the demands of work, that he had been forced to break free from that addictive habit.
So, seeing this wealthy young lady lose herself in web fiction, he could understand it.
Yet, despite having once walked the same path, he couldn’t bring himself to tolerate it—not when it was this innocent girl being led astray by something so frivolous.
Perhaps it was out of a special fondness for her, or perhaps it was his own lingering attachment to the idea of a "literary maiden."
"Are you really that interested in web novels?"
Su Cheng’s voice carried a stern edge, almost admonishing.
The sudden shift in tone caught Li Guanqi off guard. After a brief pause, sensing she might have reacted improperly, she replied cautiously, "For me, it’s a new experience... Is there a problem with that?"
To her surprise, Su Cheng lowered his head in dismay, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched The Fundamental Laws of Web Novel Protagonists. "This is my fault," he muttered in self-reproach. "I never should have lent you this book."
He took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes, as if steeling himself for a monumental decision.
Li Guanqi watched his every move, an uneasy premonition creeping over her.
Now she understood why "Who can help her?" on the exam paper hadn’t listed Su Cheng as an option—because far from helping, he would only stand in her way.
The realization made her take a few steps back, a faint trace of fear flickering in her heart.
Sure enough, the moment Su Cheng opened his eyes again, his expression was grave as he fixed her with a piercing glare.
"Um..."
Li Guanqi instinctively retreated another step, blurting out, "I... I should get back to class."
"Stop!" Su Cheng suddenly barked.
She froze mid-step, then turned back to face him, bewildered.
Seeing her like this, Su Cheng’s lips twitched, his expression conflicted. "You don’t need to be afraid of me," he said, his voice softening. "I just want to tell you the truth."
He inhaled sharply, enunciating each word with deliberate weight: "Reading these web novels is addictive. Once you’re hooked, your mind dulls, your emotions numb, your self-control crumbles, and you spiral into procrastination—until you rot from the inside out."
Li Guanqi: ".....?"
An awkward silence settled between them.
Annoyed by her unchanging expression, Su Cheng snapped, "Do you think this is funny?"
"I am listening," Li Guanqi replied, shaking her head—though her face remained as impassive as ever, betraying no emotion.
Su Cheng couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation.
Because she still hadn’t shown a single flicker of reaction.
"This started because of me, so I can’t just ignore it," Su Cheng said firmly. "I won’t let web fiction ruin a girl like you!"
"Fine, I won’t read them anymore."
Li Guanqi conceded immediately.
But her deadpan promise was hardly convincing—if anything, it sounded more like a flippant remark.
Just as she turned to leave the parking lot, Su Cheng moved swiftly, pinning her against the wall with an arm on either side, trapping her completely.
Cornered, Li Guanqi had no escape. She could only tilt her head back stiffly, staring up at Su Cheng—who stood half a head taller and reeked of medicinal alcohol—with utter bewilderment.
She understood he meant well, but... why the wall slam?
"I want you to give up web novels."
Realizing he’d gone too far, Su Cheng quickly lowered his arms, adopting a gentler tone. "Otherwise, I’ll never forgive myself."
Li Guanqi’s large, luminous eyes brimmed with helplessness and vulnerability. After a hesitant pause, she gave a small nod.
"I believe in you!" Su Cheng cheered, finally relaxing.
Though his methods had been unexpected, Li Guanqi had gleaned one crucial clue: the book had been lent to him by a female taxi driver.
She quietly resolved to investigate this driver and trace the book’s origins.
Just as she was plotting, Su Cheng suddenly added, "Oh, about the cigarettes the other day—"
"Out of time," Li Guanqi cut in. "Class is starting. We’ll talk later."
Su Cheng blinked, pulling out his phone to check.
Seizing the distraction, Li Guanqi slipped away, leaving behind only a faint, soothing fragrance—a scent so refreshing it seemed to ease the mind’s restlessness.
By the time she returned to the classroom, the other students were already seated, waiting for the lesson to begin.
When Su Cheng entered, his gaze instinctively sought out Li Guanqi in the corner. She was absorbed in a book, her face as expressionless as ever, as if nothing had happened between them. It left him deeply puzzled.
Does this person just... not have a facial expression system?
Come to think of it, he’d never seen her display any other emotion. Only the evasiveness in her eyes earlier had betrayed that she did feel things—she was just exceptionally good at hiding them.
The first period passed swiftly.
The moment the bell rang, Su Cheng hurried to Zhao Yan, intent on returning the expensive bicycle he’d been given—such a lavish gift was beyond what he could accept.
"Su Cheng, you don’t really want to..."
But before he could even hand over the keys, Zhao Yan crossed her arms, smirking. "I only agreed to what you asked because you accepted my gift."
Su Cheng’s face twisted in humiliation. He knew he was facing a new breed of schoolyard bullying, but he still fought back weakly, "It’s too extravagant! I can’t possibly keep it!"
"No, everyone has different values."
Zhao Yan’s expression turned solemn. She leaned in, her swan-like neck elongating gracefully as she whispered by his ear, her breath warm and sweet, "What you’ve given me... can’t be measured in money. If your girlfriend’s background weren’t so illustrious, I might’ve even offered myself to you—heart, body, and soul."
Su Cheng instantly turned to stone, his face burning crimson.
In the end, all he could do was accept the bicycle, tears welling in his eyes as Zhao Yan’s silvery laughter rang in his ears.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
