The morning sun filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the asphalt road. The air was filled with the aroma of soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks.
Chen Zhi sat on a small folding stool at the breakfast stall, holding half a dough stick and bringing it to his mouth.
A flurry of hurried footsteps came from the entrance of the stairwell.
Lin Wanwan bounded down the last few steps, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her ponytail swinging in a lively arc behind her head with every movement.
She was still clutching half a bag of milk in her hand, a little grease smudged at the corner of her mouth.
Chen Zhi swallowed his last bite of the dough stick and clapped the crumbs off his hands.
He stood up, straddled the electric scooter parked by the road, and casually hung his helmet on the handlebars.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late if you keep dawdling."
Lin Wanwan clamped the milk bag in her mouth and mumbled an indistinct response.
Chen Zhi looked at the empty space behind her. "Where's your bike? Not riding today?"
"It's broken."
Lin Wanwan answered righteously. Without missing a beat, she swung her long legs over and straddled the back seat of Chen Zhi's scooter, adjusting her posture to find a comfortable angle. "The chain fell off, and the tires are flat. Anyway, it just won't move. I'm doing you a favor today by letting you escort this young lady to school."
Chen Zhi glanced back at her, his eyes full of suspicion.
It was perfectly fine after school yesterday. How did it get totaled overnight? Was the bike made of paper?
"What are you looking at? Let's go, we're really going to be late!" Lin Wanwan urged, reaching out to pat Chen Zhi's back. "If our names get taken down, it's your points that will be deducted."
"Alright, alright, hold tight."
Chen Zhi couldn't be bothered to expose her lie. He swallowed his remaining bun in one gulp and twisted the throttle.
The electric scooter zipped forward with a hum.
As soon as he accelerated, his waist suddenly tightened.
Two slender arms slipped around from his sides and tightly wrapped around his waist.
A warm sensation instantly transmitted through his thin school uniform shirt.
Chen Zhi's body suddenly stiffened.
The girl's body was incredibly soft, and the pressing sensation against his back made his heart skip a beat.
"Loosen up a bit, you're strangling me." Chen Zhi kept his eyes on the road, trying to keep his voice steady, pretending to be an emotionless driver.
"No."
Instead of letting go, Lin Wanwan pushed her luck and pressed her face against his back, tightening her arms even more. Her muffled voice came through, "The wind is strong, it's cold."
Chen Zhi's mouth twitched.
Big sister, it's September right now, and you're telling me it's cold?
But he didn't say anything else, just silently slowed down the scooter a bit so the wind would blow more gently.
The morning breeze carried a slight chill, messing up her loose hair.
Hiding behind Chen Zhi, Lin Wanwan revealed a sly smile at the corners of her mouth.
She wasn't stupid.
Ever since they started high school, the situation had become quite severe.
Chen Zhi went to Class Ten, not in the same class as her, but that Pei Ningxue was actually in Class Ten too! And they were desk-mates!
Not to mention there was also a covetous Li Zhiyi in Class One.
If she kept putting on airs and didn't take the initiative to strike, by the time the college entrance exams were over, there wouldn't even be bone scraps left of this childhood sweetheart she had raised since they were little.
Since they say the pavilion closest to the water enjoys the moonlight first, she was going to occupy this pavilion firmly.
As long as you swing the hoe well, there's no corner you can't dig up.
Besides, this corner belonged to her family in the first place.
Feeling the body heat behind him, Chen Zhi silently recited the Classic of Purity and Stillness a few times, forcefully suppressing those messy thoughts.
He looked straight ahead, trying his best to look like an emotionless driver.
...
Ten minutes later, at the gate of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School.
The morning rush hour student flow was crowded, with bicycles and electric scooters crammed together.
Chen Zhi turned the scooter into the parking shed. Just as he kicked down the kickstand, before he could even pull out the key, a deep and somewhat majestic voice rang in his ears.
"You two over there! The one riding the electric scooter, and the girl on the back seat, stop right there!"
Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan both froze and turned to look.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray jacket rushed out from beside the guardhouse.
This man sported a balding hairstyle, his belt buckled tight under his round belly. As he ran, the flesh on his stomach jiggled.
The Director of the Political and Educational Office of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Xie Ding.
True to his name, the top of his head was shiny enough to act as a mirror.
Director Xie walked up to them in a few strides, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan, finally locking onto Lin Wanwan's hand, which was still gripping the hem of Chen Zhi's clothes.
"Well, well! In broad daylight!"
Director Xie slapped the small notebook in his hand loudly, looking deeply pained. "You two are too arrogant! The school has repeatedly ordered a strict ban on intimate contact between male and female students, and strictly prohibited puppy love! Yet you dare to commit crimes against the wind, hugging each other while riding a bike. What kind of behavior is this!"
The surrounding students stopped in their tracks, casting gossipy glances.
The students parking their bikes nearby cast sympathetic looks, and many recognized Chen Zhi, starting to whisper among themselves.
"It's over, they got caught by Old Xie."
"Who is this guy? So brave, bringing a girl to school?"
"That's Chen Zhi! The top scorer of the high school entrance exam!"
Lin Wanwan shrank behind Chen Zhi and muttered softly, "What do we do? Caught again. Why does this scene feel so familiar?"
Chen Zhi sighed, patted the back of her hand to signal her not to be afraid, then turned around, looking calmly at Director Xie. "Teacher, she is my sister. We were just carpooling."
"Carpooling?" Director Xie laughed out of anger. "Your family carpools by grabbing waists? Stop being glib with me! I've heard every excuse over the years, I've heard this one eight hundred times! Both of you, come to my office!"
Director Xie waved his big hand and turned to leave, his back radiating the determination of someone ready to make an example out of them today.
Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan exchanged a glance.
"Let's go." Chen Zhi shrugged. "Take things as they come. We have a pure relationship anyway."
Lin Wanwan stuck out her tongue and followed behind him. "Do you think he'll call our parents later?"
"Let him call them. It's not like they haven't been called before, what's there to be afraid of."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
