Not long after Ye Chuan and Luo Xi sat down, a group of people walked in through the entrance of the large lecture hall. At that moment, someone exclaimed, "Huang Haotian from the taekwondo club is here!"
Many turned their heads to look. Coincidentally, this lecture was shared by Ye Chuan's class and Huang Haotian's, so when Ye Chuan saw Huang Haotian enter with his taekwondo club members, he raised an eyebrow.
Seems like a lot of people are paying attention to this duel, huh? Even walking into a classroom gets an announcement.
Weird. When he came in earlier, why didn’t anyone shout, "The mighty Ye Chuan has arrived!"
Tsk, no sense of discernment at all.
"Hmph." Huang Haotian noticed Ye Chuan sitting not far away as soon as he entered. His gaze lingered on Luo Xi for a while before he snorted and led Zhao Ruyan to his seat.
No rush. When the duel comes, Ye Chuan will be crushed under his feet.
Let the guy act tough for now.
Then he’ll smash that smug face in!
Daring to challenge the entire taekwondo club?
Putting on an act?
Keep pretending, punk.
"The duel is this afternoon?" Zhao Ruyan asked Huang Haotian after sitting down, glancing briefly at Ye Chuan before turning back.
Huang Haotian smirked. "Yeah, this afternoon. But who knows if that guy will even show up?"
The school newspaper crew had already caught wind of this. If Ye Chuan chickened out, the whole school would know by the next day—but that’d be fine too. Not only would it cleanse the taekwondo club’s shame, but it’d also show everyone what happens when you mess with Huang Haotian.
He had to humiliate Ye Chuan thoroughly to avenge the disgrace of being forced to smoke like a loser.
"Did you invite a lot of people to watch?" Zhao Ruyan frowned. "Won’t this blow up too much? The school will definitely step in."
"Tch, it’s a mutual agreement. If he didn’t want this, he shouldn’t have run his mouth online," Huang Haotian rolled his eyes. "Besides, what’s wrong with a friendly spar? Since when does the school interfere with that?"
Clubs spar all the time to hone their skills. It’s completely normal.
Especially when Ye Chuan had the audacity to say, "I’ll take on ten at once!"
"But—"
"Why are you always defending that loser? Don’t tell me you’re back with him?" Huang Haotian cut her off, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Don’t forget, I’m the one who stood up for you. That’s why things escalated like this."
"Of course not!" Zhao Ruyan glared at him.
But Huang Haotian wasn’t that interested in her anymore. His attention had shifted to the girl beside Ye Chuan—Luo Xi, he’d heard her name was.
Both her looks and figure were leagues above Zhao Ruyan’s.
Huang Haotian rubbed his hands. He’d have to find an opportunity.
…
Meanwhile, on Ye Chuan’s side—
"Chuan, are you really going through with this duel this afternoon? It’s a total setup!" Luo Xi couldn’t imagine how Ye Chuan could possibly win. She didn’t want to see him get hurt.
With those slender arms and legs, how could he possibly stand a chance?
"Relax, those guys are all flash, no substance," Ye Chuan chuckled.
Luo Xi bit her lip, gripping his sleeve but unsure what to say.
"Ye Chuan, maybe you should get insurance first," An Shiyu chimed in. "I’ll pay. After you get hospitalized and claim the payout, we’ll split it 50-50. Deal?"
Ye Chuan: "…"
Wow, neither of you has any faith in me?
And An Shiyu, do you even have a conscience?
How can you profit off my suffering so shamelessly?
"What if, hypothetically, I beat Huang Haotian and his crew into the ground?" Ye Chuan said.
An Shiyu gave him a look that screamed, Are you high? Taking on a dozen taekwondo club elites alone? Even Ultraman would get kicked around. Seeing his confidence, she propped her chin on her hand and smirked.
"Fine. Bet a thousand. For every guy you knock out, I’ll add another thousand."
"Oh?" Ye Chuan grinned. "Not afraid of going broke?"
"Hmph."
Her response was pure disdain.
"One, two, three…" Ye Chuan started counting.
Luo Xi watched him tally on his fingers curiously. "What are you calculating?"
"A thousand per challenger, plus Shiyu’s thousand. If I pull this off, I’m making over a hundred grand."
Luo Xi: "…"
A dozen people, a thousand each, plus Shiyu’s thousand…
How does that add up to over a hundred thousand?
But she didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she started thinking about how to help Ye Chuan in the afternoon—maybe she could call in some favors with the teachers she was close to. If faculty were present, Huang Haotian wouldn’t dare go too far.
When class started, Luo Xi focused on the lecture, while An Shiyu played games. Ye Chuan listened for a bit before pulling out his phone to check on Bai Qianshuang.
[Bai Qianshuang practiced cultivation for a while.]
[Bai Qianshuang practiced cultivation for a while.]
[Bai Qianshuang snacked for a bit.]
[Bai Qianshuang started reading.]
[Bai Qianshuang got hungry.]
The chibi version of Bai Qianshuang paced around the room, giving Ye Chuan the odd feeling of raising a hamster. On impulse, he tapped the little figure’s head.
The next second, Bai Qianshuang tumbled to the ground. She scrambled up, drawing her sword and scanning the area warily.
Her chubby cheeks were scrunched in confusion.
[Bai Qianshuang is puzzled.]
After a few seconds, she sheathed her weapon, dismissing it as a weird sensation.
[Bai Qianshuang attacks the snacks.]
From then on, Bai Qianshuang devoured the snacks Ye Chuan had bought her. The chibi’s dopey, wide-mouthed grin as she munched away was nothing like her usual cold demeanor.
Only then did Ye Chuan notice the "Tenant Info" page displayed Bai Qianshuang’s favorability stats.
[Bai Qianshuang’s current favorability: 40 (Affects system rewards, her attitude toward you, behavior, etc.)]
[Bai Qianshuang’s current trust level: 70 (Affects her trust in you. If too low, she may leave.)]
A trust level of 70 should be pretty high, right?
Plus, Bai Qianshuang had sworn a Heavenly Oath. She wouldn’t leave.
"Kinda sleepy," Ye Chuan yawned. Even though cultivation kept his body from tiring, his mind still wore out—especially after text-based adventures.
"Didn’t sleep well last night?" Luo Xi asked, noticing his yawn.
"A bit. Scoot your legs together. Let me lie down for a sec." Ye Chuan patted her thigh.
"No way, there are so many people watching!"
But in the end, Ye Chuan still ended up resting his head on her lap.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
