Chen Zhi walked out slowly with his hands in his pockets.
He was the first student to walk out of the exam center gates.
Outside the school gates, the media reporters who had been waiting for a long time instantly swarmed forward.
Cameras and microphones were shoved right into Chen Zhi's face.
"Student! Student! As the first examinee to walk out of the exam hall, how are you feeling right now?"
A female reporter, her face full of excitement, almost shoved the microphone into Chen Zhi's mouth.
The red light on the camera behind her was blinking. At this moment, it wasn't just the local city network; it might even be a live broadcast for the provincial television station.
Chen Zhi stopped in his tracks, blinked, and looked at the camera in front of him.
He adjusted his slightly wrinkled collar and revealed a textbook smile that was three parts mocking, three parts aloof, and four parts nonchalant.
"My feelings?"
Chen Zhi faced the camera, his tone flat. "Not bad, I guess. Mostly, the AC inside was a bit cold, so I wanted to come out and get some sun."
The female reporter froze for a moment, clearly not expecting this answer.
Weren't they usually supposed to say things like "I'm finally done" or "I want to thank my parents and teachers"?
"Then... do you think this year's questions were difficult?" The female reporter didn't give up, trying to dig up a viral soundbite. "Especially math. A lot of students reported that the calculations were very heavy."
Chen Zhi sighed, looking thoroughly disappointed.
"Difficult? I thought it was pretty basic."
"I saw similar questions on my scratch paper back in my sophomore year. If that's called difficult, then I suggest the exam committee step up the intensity a bit next year, otherwise there's really no way to separate the top students from the rest."
Anyway, I'm already done with the exam.
Even if they put Goldbach's Conjecture on next year's test, that's the underclassmen's problem.
As soon as he said this, the surrounding parents were in an uproar.
This kid's ego was way too big!
The female reporter's mouth twitched, feeling like she had run into a tough customer.
But this was exactly what the ratings needed! This kind of arrogant student would definitely make the trending topics once broadcast!
She excitedly continued to press: "Student, seeing how confident you are, your usual grades must be very good, right? What's your estimated score? Do you have any universities in mind?"
The smile on Chen Zhi's face faded a little, and he suddenly let out a long sigh.
His expression was lonely and desolate.
As if he had just experienced some major setback in life.
"Actually, my grades aren't that great." Chen Zhi shook his head, his tone low. "I performed averagely. I'll probably only be able to get into a niche school that admits just a few dozen students a year."
Hearing this, the female reporter felt a weight lift off her chest.
So he was just bluffing!
It seemed he bombed the test and was just making excuses.
"It's okay, student, everyone has their own path." The female reporter quickly switched to the tone of an understanding older sister, trying to comfort this "disappointed" examinee. "Actually, besides top-tier universities, many vocational and technical colleges are also good choices. Every profession produces its own masters, after all..."
Chen Zhi gave her a weird look.
"Vocational college? Who said I was going to one of those?"
He scratched his head, looking innocent. "I meant, with my score, I'll probably only barely make it into Peking University."
Female reporter: "..."
Cameraman: "..."
Surrounding parents: "..."
The female reporter took a deep breath, fighting the urge to smash the microphone into this boy's face.
"Then... do you have anything you want to say to the next batch of students?" the female reporter asked her final question through gritted teeth, just wanting to get rid of this menace as quickly as possible.
Chen Zhi didn't answer.
Because he saw a figure standing outside the crowd.
Lin Wanwan.
She had clearly just finished her exam too, wearing a baseball cap and a mask.
But those eyes peeking out were currently curved into crescents, staring at him brightly.
She was holding a comically large bouquet of sunflowers in her arms, probably snatched from her waiting father nearby. She had jogged all the way over, beads of sweat still hanging on her forehead.
And on the steps on the other side.
Pei Ningxue had also come out.
She didn't rush over like Lin Wanwan. Instead, she stood at a high vantage point, holding her phone, pointing it in Chen Zhi's direction.
The next second.
The phone in Chen Zhi's pocket vibrated.
He took it out to look.
[Bad Woman: Congratulations on finishing the college entrance exam, my good son. Although you're ugly and delusional, I still wish you a bright future.]
There were two attached photos.
The first was a close-up of Chen Zhi's smug face spouting nonsense in front of the camera just now, clearly a candid shot she had just taken.
The second photo...
Was a picture of Chen Zhi sleeping on his desk.
In the photo, Chen Zhi was sleeping so soundly he was almost drooling, and a huge, ugly-cute turtle had been drawn on his face, with the word "Bastard" written next to it.
When the hell was this taken?!
Chen Zhi's eyelid twitched, and he looked up at the steps.
Pei Ningxue waved her phone, the corners of her mouth curling up, and turned to walk away with the crowd, hiding her merits and fame.
"Student? Student?" the female reporter was still calling out.
Chen Zhi gently pushed the reporter aside. "Excuse me, coming through, family is here."
He walked straight toward Lin Wanwan.
"How did you do on the exam?" Chen Zhi walked over and asked with a smile.
Lin Wanwan didn't answer.
Like a summer breeze, she crashed right into Chen Zhi's arms.
The giant sunflowers were squished between them, making a rustling sound. Lin Wanwan buried her face in Chen Zhi's chest and took a deep breath. It was a familiar scent that made her feel at ease.
"Chen Zhi!"
Her voice was muffled, carrying a hint of a nasal tone, but mostly an irrepressible joy.
The surrounding parents and students all turned to look.
On this day full of farewells and relief, such a passionate embrace was always particularly eye-catching.
Lin Wanwan looked up.
She reached out and unhooked one side of her mask, revealing a small face that was unadorned by makeup but still stunning. Because of her excitement, her cheeks were flushed red.
In those eyes hid the passion of the entire summer, reflecting only Chen Zhi's shadow.
"Chen Zhi!" she announced loudly, her voice crisp. "The moment the final bell for the college entrance exam rang, it's no longer considered forbidden puppy love!"
Through a gap in the crowd, Li Zhiyi also squeezed out, holding two bottles of water, looking at this scene somewhat at a loss.
Chen Zhi took a deep breath.
The romantic battlefield might be late, but it would never be absent.
But he didn't care.
Summer had just begun.
Seeing that Chen Zhi wasn't speaking, Lin Wanwan wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction and lightly punched his chest. "Hey, Chen Zhi, why aren't you saying anything? What am I to you now?"
Chen Zhi smiled and reached out to tuck Lin Wanwan's messy bangs behind her ear.
"You're my superstar."
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!
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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?!
