"Um... I think my staying here isn't helpful and might even disrupt your discussion."
Su Cheng forced a stiff smile, trying to ease the tension. "Maybe I should take my leave first?"
"You seem in quite a hurry to leave," Gu Ruoxue remarked calmly, her gaze steady on him. "But I suspect you’re not planning to go back and rest—you want to ask the other version of me for another dose of the potion, don’t you?"
"I can’t just sit around doing nothing!" Su Cheng protested, his face twisting with frustration. "I absolutely have to participate in this competition! I think there’s something wrong with the potion you gave me. It was supposed to work wonders, but it did nothing for me."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up with realization. "I get it now—it must be the dosage! One drop might heal wounds, but for physical enhancement, maybe I need more! I’m willing to take the risk and be the test subject!"
He stared longingly at the red potion on the table, though several people—especially Ji Qingyi and Liu Qingyue—stood between him and it. Knowing he had no chance of snatching it, he slumped into a corner, sulking.
"You’re clearly fixated on this," Gu Ruoxue sighed, then glanced at Li Guanqi. "Li, go talk to him. Help him adjust his mindset."
After a brief hesitation, Li Guanqi walked over and spoke gently, "Su Cheng, please don’t take our earlier attitude to heart. This is a serious matter, and we have to be cautious. We hope you understand our concerns."
But Su Cheng remained unmoved. He merely glanced at her before lowering his head again, silently fidgeting with his fingers.
Seeing his stubbornness, Li Guanqi tried changing the subject. "What do you plan to do when you go back?"
"Hmm..." Su Cheng hesitated, as if struggling with the question.
When he looked up, he realized the other three were also watching him intently.
"Wasn’t it already guessed by Senior Gu?" Su Cheng exhaled sharply, spreading his hands helplessly. "I’ll go find Gu Ruoxue and beg her to lend me the life potion."
"What if she refuses? Or what if the potion still doesn’t work on you?" Li Guanqi pressed.
The question stumped him.
He instinctively turned to Gu Ruoxue, asking cautiously, "Would you lend me the potion?"
"No," she answered firmly.
Su Cheng frowned. "Why not?"
"My judgment is the same, no matter which version of me you ask," Gu Ruoxue said sternly. "If it truly worked for you, I’d give it to you. But the fact is, it doesn’t. Besides, the life potion is a non-renewable, highly valuable resource, and we don’t fully understand its side effects when ingested. So I advise you to drop this idea."
Her words left Su Cheng silent, his head bowed in deep thought.
Ji Qingyi spoke up at the right moment. "Focus on recovering first. All miracle drugs come with risks, especially one meant for external use. Please think carefully."
Su Cheng didn’t respond, still lost in his own thoughts.
Liu Qingyue seized the opportunity to add, "The other world’s young lady was wise to schedule the competition six months later. That’s plenty of time for you to recover. In the meantime, you can strengthen your bonds with classmates and friends, boosting your influence among peers. By the time you win the archery championship, your popularity will far surpass this world’s Su Cheng, and you’ll gain even more resources."
Her words were clearly meant to dissuade him from competing in seven days. The girls were convinced that his obsession was behind both his reckless interdimensional travel and his insistence on participating.
To persuade him, they needed to appeal to his emotions—only then would their efforts bear fruit.
Yet, despite their earnest pleas, Su Cheng remained unmoved. Though he felt some uncertainty, he knew he couldn’t give up so easily.
He could wait six months—but what about everyone else?
Was he being selfish?
Suddenly, the driver’s words and the online praises for this world’s Su Cheng flashed through his mind. His expression darkened momentarily before clearing again.
He realized his talent could inspire something greater—a noble spirit that benefited both himself and others, illuminating countless lives.
Since fate had given him this chance, he couldn’t let it slip away.
If he didn’t stand firm, how could he expect others to admire and support him?
"What are you thinking about?" Li Guanqi’s puzzled voice pulled him back.
Su Cheng snapped out of it and smiled at her. "Nothing. Just... figured some things out." He stood and walked toward the fridge. "I think it’s time I headed back."
His words stunned the girls.
Ji Qingyi pressed, "What exactly do you plan to do?"
"I’m going to convince the other version of you," Su Cheng answered plainly, pausing mid-step. "To keep the competition on schedule."
"In your current condition, winning is impossible!" Liu Qingyue shot back. "Your physique is too weak. If you push yourself, you’ll only make things worse—you might even risk your life!"
"Winning isn’t the point," Su Cheng shrugged, unfazed. "The Su Cheng of this world shattered my mental barriers. Now, I’m just picking up where he left off—trying to break free from the suffocating self-doubt and insecurity. The trophy doesn’t matter. What matters is proving something to myself."
Hearing this, the others sighed in resignation.
Su Cheng opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk.
Just as he was about to drink, Li Guanqi glanced at Gu Ruoxue, who had stayed silent. "Senior Gu, don’t you have anything to say?"
"It’s pointless," Gu Ruoxue replied icily. "No matter what we say, he won’t listen. Our words can’t reach his heart, and right now, we lack the means to act."
Su Cheng tightened his grip on the glass and downed the milk in one go. Wiping his mouth, he said casually, "Don’t worry, my body isn’t as bad as you think. Even if I don’t win this time, there’s always next year. But I can’t just stand by and do nothing when the future is at stake. So, no matter how slim the odds, I’ll give it my all. After all, how will I know if I don’t try?"
"Are you planning to dump all the trouble on the other versions of us?" Ji Qingyi shot him a look before turning to Gu Ruoxue. "You’re not even bothering to stop him. Seems you’re pretty confident in yourself."
"Don't you have any confidence in yourself?"
Gu Ruoxue retorted coolly. Then, she nodded at Su Cheng, signaling that he could set off.
Relieved, Su Cheng lay down on the sofa, holding an empty cup.
Li Guanqi thoughtfully tucked him in, while the girls all stared at him intently, eager to witness the spectacle of his time-travel.
However, a minute passed...
"Ugh, I can't sleep," Su Cheng suddenly sat up under their burning gazes, looking distressed. "Can someone give me a sleeping pill?"
The girls exchanged glances before Liu Qingyue began rummaging through her bag. Su Cheng leaned over curiously. "Huh? Do you often have trouble sleeping, Senior?"
Liu Qingyue shot him a glare. "It's because I'm always dealing with nonsense. Of course I can't sleep well."
Su Cheng apologized sheepishly. "So the club president doesn’t treat you well? When I get back, I’ll give her a piece of my mind and make sure your counterpart over there has an easier time."
"Oh, so you’re quite the big shot over there," Liu Qingyue handed him the pill, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Well, she usually respects my opinions."
"Really? I find that hard to believe."
Liu Qingyue scoffed.
"I’m way more impressive over there."
Hearing this thinly veiled jab, Ji Qingyi’s expression darkened as she glared at Su Cheng. "I have a more effective method—guaranteed to knock you out instantly."
Su Cheng paled and scrambled backward.
"Come here." Ji Qingyi stood up and crooked a finger.
Gulping, Su Cheng hesitantly approached but remained wary. "What’s the method?"
Ji Qingyi suddenly gripped his shoulder with terrifying strength, as if trying to nail him to the chair.
"Are you ready?" she whispered in his ear, her voice like a demon’s murmur.
"Director Gu, please talk some sense into her!" Su Cheng desperately turned to Gu Ruoxue for help.
"I can’t," Gu Ruoxue sighed helplessly. "You brought this on yourself by showing off right before leaving!"
"Li Guanqi, you—" With no other options, Su Cheng cast a pleading look at the angelic Li Guanqi.
But Li Guanqi merely averted her eyes, stammering, "Don’t worry... President Ji knows her limits."
"Will I fall asleep right away?" Resigned to his fate, Su Cheng still couldn’t help asking.
"Yes," Ji Qingyi confirmed with a nod, then cracked her knuckles, as if preparing thoroughly.
"Then... can I at least make a cool exit?"
"How?"
"Can I take a sip of this?"
Su Cheng pointed at the potion on the table.
"It won’t work on you."
"Just treat it like alcohol. It tastes good—let me savor it."
Before anyone could react, he grabbed the bottle and took a huge gulp, slamming the now two-thirds-empty container back onto the table.
Then—
A sharp impact struck the back of his neck.
"Wait!"
"Su Cheng didn’t actually swallow it!"
"He’s planning to hold it in his mouth and swallow it after he time-travels!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
