After returning home, Ye Feng took a moment to collect his emotions before pulling out his phone. Although his experience at the orphanage had left a deep impression on him, he couldn't neglect his own affairs.
First, he needed to buy a house for Xie Yuyan, fulfilling a promise he had made to her.
After making some calls, Ye Feng successfully arranged a meeting with a real estate agent for Monday. Exhausted from the day, he lay down on the sofa, and for some reason, the image of Shen Mengli appeared in his mind.
"She's truly special, that girl. Like a white lotus rising untainted from the mud, pure and sacred. If she hadn't gone through such suffering, she might be happily living with her family right now."
Fate is such an unpredictable thing.
"Ding ding..."
Suddenly, the ringtone of Ye Feng's phone interrupted his thoughts. Sitting up and picking up his old-fashioned phone, he was surprised to see that the caller was Su Wanli.
Wait, Yuxin's class is the day after tomorrow. Why is he calling me now?
"Hello? Mr. Su? Is there something..."
"Good afternoon, Brother Ye Feng~"
"Huh? Yuxin?"
Ye Feng moved the phone away to check the caller ID, confirming it was Su Wanli before realizing what was happening.
"Yuxin, are you calling from your father's phone?"
"Yep~"
Su Yuxin sounded delighted on the other end of the line, clearly pleased that Ye Feng had recognized her voice so quickly.
"Father went to a meeting, but he forgot his phone, so I thought I'd play a little prank~"
"Oh, I see. I thought something urgent had come up."
Relieved, Ye Feng lay back down on the bed.
"What's that supposed to mean? Can't I call Brother Ye Feng just to chat if there's nothing urgent?"
"Of course you can. So, what did you want to talk about, Yuxin?"
"Well... um..."
Su Yuxin hesitated, stumbling over her words for a while before finally speaking up.
"For the classes on Thursday and Friday, could you come a little earlier, Brother Ye Feng?"
"Like last time? Coming a few minutes early shouldn't be a problem."
"Not just a few minutes! You still owe me some class time, Brother Ye Feng! But finding time to make it up later would be such a hassle, right?"
"That's true. Do you have a better solution, Yuxin?"
"That's exactly what I was suggesting! If you come earlier for the classes, we can make up the missed time over the two days. That way, we won't have to worry about finding extra time later."
"Hmm... I guess that could work."
"Really? Then it's settled! I'll come find you then! Bye~"
With that, Su Yuxin hung up before Ye Feng could respond.
Wait! Come find me? How? Is Yuxin joking?
Well, she doesn't know where I live, so she probably just means she'll be waiting for me at home.
Ye Feng nodded to himself, reassured by his own reasoning. At the same time, he thought about how he hadn't yet made a move on Su Yuxin. He needed more opportunities to get closer to her. With everything that had happened recently, acting now would draw too much attention. It was better to proceed cautiously.
It seemed he wouldn't be able to visit the orphanage tomorrow. He'd have to find some time to prepare his lessons. He couldn't help but feel that Yuxin was absorbing the material far too quickly. Was she really struggling academically? She seemed even sharper than Li Mucheng at times.
"Mmm..."
Meanwhile, Li Mucheng lay on her bed in her room, wearing Ye Feng's mask and staring blankly at the ceiling, her gaze slightly unfocused. In her left hand, she held a photo of Ye Feng napping, as if capturing the subtle atmosphere of the moment.
"Ah... I can't catch a cold. Teacher will be here in a few days, and I need to be in the best possible state to face him!"
......
Two days passed, and today was the day Ye Feng was set to resume his classes after a week off. Just as he finished washing up and was about to leave, prompted by his alarm, he received a call from Su Yuxin.
"Why is Yuxin calling me now? Is she rushing me? But I left three hours early."
Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a growing resentment toward the capitalist class, but he patiently answered the call.
"Teacher, are you up yet?"
"I'm up, I'm up. I'm on my way to your place now. Don't worry, I'll be there soon."
"Oh..."
As he spoke, Ye Feng jogged to the elevator and hung up the call.
But for some reason, he thought he heard a familiar elevator chime in the background of the call.
Huh? Why does that elevator sound so familiar? It almost sounds like the one in my building. Am I hearing things?
Just then, the elevator downstairs began to ascend, stopping at Ye Feng's floor.
"Ding!"
As the elevator doors slid open, a petite figure stepped out.
"Good morning, Brother Ye Feng."
"Yuxin? Good morning."
"......"
"......"
"Wait a second!"
Ye Feng's mind went blank as he watched Su Yuxin step out of the elevator. He finally realized why something felt off—Su Yuxin had somehow tracked him down and showed up at his doorstep.
"Yuxin! What are you doing here?"
Ye Feng was completely caught off guard. Just a moment ago, Su Yuxin was on the phone, and now she was standing right in front of him. The elevator chime he heard earlier hadn't been a figment of his imagination after all!
"I just thought about how early you had to wake up to come teach me, and I felt bad. So I decided to come to your place for class instead~ Aren't I considerate?"
Su Yuxin, now out of the elevator, spread her arms and hugged Ye Feng, who was still in disbelief. She nuzzled against him like a puppy, sniffing his scent.
"Hey, hey, hey! Yuxin, hold on a second. My brain's not working right now."
"Come on, let's talk inside your apartment. Class starts now! We need to make every second count so we can absorb all the important knowledge."
"Yuxin, stop pushing me! Let me ask you a few questions first, okay?"
"Hmm... fine, go ahead."
Once Su Yuxin finally calmed down, Ye Feng managed to regain his composure. Who could have imagined that Su Yuxin would go so far as to show up at his doorstep just to attend class?
She must really be eager to learn.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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?"

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.”

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...