When the teacher reached the rooftop, he was momentarily stunned. Though not the homeroom teacher of Class A, he recognized Huang Haotian, who was lying on the ground with a cigarette dangling from his crotch. After glancing at the other burly guys, his gaze landed on Ye Chuan, who was coughing as if suffering from tuberculosis. Instinctively, the teacher believed Ye Chuan’s side of the story.
“This… is getting way too wild, isn’t it?” the teacher muttered to himself. Despite decades of experience, he had rarely encountered such a bizarre situation. He reflexively turned his concern toward Ye Chuan.
“Are you alright, student?”
“I-I’m fine… sniff…” Ye Chuan immediately rubbed his nose, his eyes watering as if stung by smoke. He buried his face pitifully into Luo Xi’s shoulder, and she played along, gently patting the back of his head with her soft hands.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
Just then, Huang Haotian seemed to regain his senses and struggled to get up, mustering every ounce of strength left in him.
“You—full—of—crap!”
He propped himself up, the cigarette still dangling from his crotch, its embers flickering in the rooftop breeze. The sight left everyone exchanging awkward glances.
“He’s the one who beat all four of us up! And then he pressed the cigarette butt on my brother—ow, damn it!” Huang Haotian yanked out the cigarette and pointed accusingly at Ye Chuan, who still wore an expression of utter misery.
“He—he stole all my lines?!”
But as soon as Huang Haotian finished speaking, the others just stared at him with strange looks, even Zhao Ruyan, who had followed them up, seemed baffled, as if questioning what avant-garde performance art he was attempting.
“Why are you all looking at me like that? Ugh… this hurts like hell.” Huang Haotian clutched his stomach in pain.
“So you’re saying he single-handedly took down all four of you?” The teacher pointed at Ye Chuan, who promptly coughed weakly, his face so pale he looked like a terminally ill patient.
“Yeah.”
“Aren’t you guys the top fighters from the Taekwondo club? And you got beaten by someone this scrawny?” The teacher gave him a look that screamed, Are you kidding me? He was now convinced Huang Haotian had been caught in some shady business and was now trying to pin the blame on Ye Chuan.
Huang Haotian froze.
Wait… how the hell did he beat us?
He was a city-level Taekwondo champion!
A wave of confusion washed over him. Had all his training been for nothing? Were four of them really no match for one frail-looking guy?
The physical pain was nothing compared to the shattering of his pride. Huang Haotian stammered, unable to form a proper response. “I—no way, how could he—?”
“Enough! All of you, follow me to the office!” The teacher finally lost his temper. “Bullying a classmate is bad enough, but using such a ridiculous excuse?!”
“Huh?”
After the guys were dragged away by the teacher, only Ye Chuan, Luo Xi, and a few others remained on the rooftop.
Ye Chuan lifted his head and glanced toward the stairwell. “They gone?”
“All gone.” Luo Xi tugged at his sleeve, watching as his pitiful expression instantly vanished, replaced by his usual demeanor. “What did they do to you?”
“Just a bunch of losers.” Ye Chuan smirked but then broke into a violent coughing fit. “Cough cough cough!”
“Why are you coughing so badly?” Luo Xi frowned, patting his back. “Should we go to the infirmary?”
“Nah, just some heatiness from last night.” Ye Chuan waved it off. “No big deal.”
Luo Xi still looked unconvinced. She turned to An Shiyu behind her. “You should talk some sense into him.”
“He’s not a kid. He knows his own body.” An Shiyu leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. She had seen right through the act—those guys had definitely been beaten up by Ye Chuan. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she turned toward the stairs.
“I’m heading back.”
“Shiyu—”
Watching An Shiyu saunter off, Luo Xi sighed in resignation before shooting Ye Chuan a glare. “Don’t do something so dangerous again. Taking on so many people was reckless.”
Ye Chuan grinned and nodded.
“And!” Luo Xi suddenly raised her voice, planting a hand on her hip while jabbing a slender finger at his nose.
“Next time, don’t ever threaten to kick my butt in public! That’s way too rude to a girl.”
“Fine, I’ll do it in private then.”
“That’s—wait, no! Not in private either!” Luo Xi huffed. “People might think we’re dating or something.”
“Good point. Wouldn’t want to scare off any sugar mommies.” Ye Chuan chuckled.
Luo Xi just snorted in response.
“Cough cough cough!” Ye Chuan’s face turned a sickly shade of purple as another coughing fit seized him, leaving him dizzy.
Luo Xi’s worry deepened. “Are you sure you’re okay? Didn’t you go to the hospital yesterday? What did the doctor say?”
Ye Chuan stayed silent.
“It’s nothing, really.” After a few seconds, he finally exhaled slowly.
But as he took a few steps forward, Luo Xi noticed his body swaying unsteadily. Afraid he might tumble down the stairs, she quickly moved to support him. “Stop acting tough. Let’s go to the hospital for a proper check-up?”
“No money, Luo Xi.” Ye Chuan reflexively replied.
“I have some! I’ll give you all my savings.”
“Just help me down the stairs.” Ye Chuan suddenly remembered he wasn’t that broke anymore. “I’ll go to the hospital when I get the chance.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Hold on tighter, I might fall.”
“Okay…”
“You wearing padding?”
“Do I look like I need to?!”
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After school, the afternoon sun painted the windows in warm orange hues, its light spilling across the polished floor tiles.
Ye Chuan packed up his things—tomorrow was the weekend, meaning more time to spend with Bai Qianshuang. Maybe he could raise her affection a little, though teaching her how to survive in society was still the top priority.
Then there was his illness. Since he hadn’t found any miraculous cure yet, he figured he should at least get some proper medication from the hospital.
“Chuan, I’m off to the broadcasting club.”
“Got it.”
Luo Xi had her own club activities and bid him farewell before leaving. Later, she’d be helping out at her stepfather’s barbecue stall. Despite her packed schedule, she always seemed full of energy.
Once Luo Xi was gone, Ye Chuan pulled out his phone to check on Bai Qianshuang’s status.
[Bai Qianshuang is hungry.]
[Bai Qianshuang is meditating to distract herself.]
[Bai Qianshuang is even hungrier.]
The logs made it seem like she was on the verge of starvation. The pixelated avatar on his screen lay motionless on the bed, like a toy running out of batteries.
“Feels like I’m raising a virtual pet…” Ye Chuan pocketed his phone and quickened his pace toward the school gates.
Guess I’ll buy extra groceries today.
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
