After receiving the slow-cooked soup from Luo's mother, Ye Chuan stuffed the entire thermal soup container into his backpack—after all, anything placed inside would have its time paused, so there was no need to worry.
"Summer break is almost over. Any plans?" Luo's mother asked, bringing over a fruit platter.
"Haven't thought about it yet. Is Luo Xi planning to finish the rest of her studies?" Ye Chuan replied.
"Yes."
"Then I’ll probably stay with her for the remaining years," Ye Chuan said, pausing before adding with a smile, "After all, before my family passed away, they also hoped I’d attend a good school."
After a brief silence, Ye Chuan shook his head.
Materially, he lacked nothing now.
Luo's mother smiled without saying anything, watching him for a moment before speaking. "Then how about getting engaged after graduation?"
"Ah…"
"Don’t want to?"
"No, it’s just that we’d have to ask the great beauty Luo Xi first. I’m all for it," Ye Chuan chuckled. "Right, Mom?"
The word "Mom" made Luo's mother beam with joy. "Alright, I won’t see you out then."
"Got it. I’ll head back now."
As Ye Chuan came downstairs from Luo Xi’s place, Lan Xiaoke was idly spacing out on the first floor. Spotting him, she perked up and trotted over. "Ye Chuan, you’re back!"
"Yeah, let’s go home," he said.
"So early?"
"What else would we do? You still haven’t broken through to the Crystal Stage," Ye Chuan said, side-eyeing her. This girl really had no interest in cultivation.
"Of course I’ll reach the Crystal Stage!" Lan Xiaoke declared, throwing a few mock punches into the air. "Hah, hah! I’m already a Crystal Stage powerhouse!"
"Oww!" Before she could finish, a swift chop landed on her head.
"Since you don’t want to go home yet, I’ll take you somewhere else to play," Ye Chuan said. "I’ll let you choose."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Yay!"
……
……
"This is where you wanted to go?" Ye Chuan stared at the neon sign of the arcade.
[Bobo Arcade World]
"Mm-hmm!" Lan Xiaoke clung to his arm, nodding vigorously.
Pushing open the glass door, they were immediately engulfed by a deafening wave of noise—high-pitched electronic sound effects, the crisp clatter of joysticks, the rhythmic swish of basketballs sinking into hoops—all blending into a chaotic symphony.
"Wow!" Lan Xiaoke’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Ye Chuan, meanwhile, scanned the surroundings. Neon signs overhead flickered in shifting colors, casting blue-purple hues over rows of arcade machines. On the screens, digital characters battled under players’ commands, while the fighting game section drew the densest crowd, joysticks creaking under aggressive maneuvers and buttons hammered like rapid drumbeats.
It was surprisingly lively. Ye Chuan had assumed home consoles would’ve made arcades obsolete, but the bustling scene before him suggested otherwise.
And why were those rhythm game players so perfectly synchronized?
Could they pilot mechs with that coordination?
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ye Chuan noticed the weight on his arm was gone. He glanced sideways to find Lan Xiaoke plastered against a claw machine’s glass, eyes gleaming at the plush toys inside.
The fluffy stuffed animals looked especially adorable under the lights.
"Xiaoke, you want to try the claw machine?"
"Yeah!" She bounced in place, barely containing her eagerness. "Ye Chuan, Ye Chuan, I wanna play!"
"To play, you need tokens first, right?" Ye Chuan looked around and spotted the token dispenser.
"Let’s see… 100 yuan for 200 tokens."
"I’ll do it!" Lan Xiaoke whipped out her phone, scanned the QR code, and—beep!—instantly bought 500 yuan worth.
She grabbed a plastic token tray, and with a cheerful jingle, the machine began spilling coins until the basket overflowed.
"Wow~" Lan Xiaoke leaned in, mesmerized.
"Hehe." She handed half to Ye Chuan. "Here’s your share!"
"I’m not really into this…" Before he could finish, Lan Xiaoke had already scampered back to the claw machine.
Ye Chuan sighed but followed.
"Three tokens per try." Lan Xiaoke fed coins into the slot and maneuvered the claw toward a Pikachu plush. But after three or four attempts, the toy kept slipping free from the shaky grip.
"Hmm." She stared blankly. "No fair… why’s it so hard?"
"Not surprising. These machines adjust their grip strength internally. Only every few tries does it actually hold tight."
"Really?" She tried several more times but still came up empty.
"Ugh."
Seeing her pout, Ye Chuan stepped in. "Let me try."
He inserted a token, eyed the claw, and zeroed in on the Pikachu. The claw clamped onto its head—then, with a surge of spiritual energy, Ye Chuan forced the loose mechanism to lock tight.
Thud!
The plush dropped into the chute.
"Yay!" Lan Xiaoke scooped it up, beaming. "Ye Chuan! You’re amazing!"
"Just decent," he said. "But these toys aren’t worth much anyway."
Lan Xiaoke hugged the plush, her expression nostalgic. "It’s fine… Back when I was poor, I’d just watch others play. I always wanted to try, but I was scared of wasting money if I failed." She grinned sheepishly.
Watching her cradle the toy, Ye Chuan tilted his head slightly, smiling faintly.
"Is that so?"
"Oh! And I’m super good at King of Fighters!"
"Sure, I’ll play a few rounds with you."
"Don’t cry when I beat you!"
"Heh."
……
Ten minutes later, Lan Xiaoke was getting demolished, scrambling to recover the joystick.
"No way, no way!"
"Yes way."
"No!" She was frantic after losing every round. "My secret combo didn’t work on you!"
"Your reactions are too slow," Ye Chuan said. With his heightened perception, he could predict her every move.
"Not fair! I wanna win just once!"
By evening, they still hadn’t exhausted the 500-yuan stash, no matter how hard they played.
But Lan Xiaoke, swinging a bag of seven or eight plushies and clinging to Ye Chuan’s arm, hummed cheerfully. "Hmph~"
"Ye Chuan, can we come again next time?"
"You could just come by yourself. Bring Qian Shuang."
"I…" She tightened her grip on his arm. "Just the two of us. That’s what I want…"
Ye Chuan glanced over and saw her head lowered, her expression hidden.
"I’ll think about it," he said, looking away.
"Hehe, so that’s a yes! Ye Chuan, you’re the best."
"Only if you break through to the Crystal Stage tonight."
"Ugh."
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...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
