"Yuxin... could you at least leave me some space?"
Ye Feng looked at the once spacious sofa, now reduced to barely enough room for half his butt, and didn't know what to say.
"Mmm... it's because you were avoiding me earlier, brother."
Su Yuxin eventually moved back, giving Ye Feng enough space to sit comfortably.
"Alright, I won't disturb you anymore. I'll focus on the lesson."
Now that's a good student with a thirst for knowledge.
Seeing that Su Yuxin had finally stopped bothering him, Ye Feng began the day's lesson without further interruptions. The class went smoothly, and before long, it was time for lunch.
"Yuxin, did you understand this problem? You missed it on the last quiz, so make sure you get it this time."
"Huh? Oh... I... I got it."
Su Yuxin leaned in to take a closer look and nodded thoughtfully.
It seems I can't make mistakes on this type of problem on purpose anymore. I'll have to try a different approach next time.
"Alright, it's about time for lunch. Yuxin, what would you like to eat? Should we go out to a restaurant or something?"
"Huh? A restaurant?"
Su Yuxin looked up, blinking her eyes as if deep in thought. But then she caught sight of the kitchen area in Ye Feng's living room and suddenly realized something.
"Yeah, though I'm not sure what kind of food suits your taste. We'll have to go downstairs and see what's available."
"Actually... I don't want to go out to eat."
"Not going out? Should I order takeout then?"
"No, that's not it..."
Su Yuxin shook her head and reached out to hold Ye Feng's hands. Under his puzzled gaze, she looked up with a pitiful expression, her golden hair and adorable face adding an extra layer of cuteness to her plea.
"My request might be a bit much, but I really, really want to try food made by you, brother."
"Food made by me?"
Ye Feng hadn't expected Su Yuxin to ask for his cooking. While his culinary skills weren't exactly top-notch, by his own standards, they were passable. However, for someone like Su Yuxin, who had likely tasted all kinds of gourmet dishes, he worried his cooking might disappoint.
"This... maybe it's better not to. My skills..."
"Not at all!"
Before Ye Feng could finish dismissing himself, Su Yuxin cut him off, passionately showering him with encouragement.
"Everyone has their own strengths, just like you, brother. When it comes to teaching, you're the best teacher I've ever had! So please don't underestimate yourself. No one is born perfect. What matters to me isn't the taste of the food, but the fact that it's made by you, brother!"
"......"
"Alright, alright, I'll do it. Yuxin, you're really flattering me here. My cooking really isn't that great."
"Hehe~"
Seeing that Ye Feng had been convinced, Su Yuxin flashed a triumphant smile. As Ye Feng stood up and headed toward the kitchen, she naturally followed him.
"Brother, what are you planning to make?"
Ye Feng rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and turned to Su Yuxin. "With my skill level, I can only manage some home-cooked dishes. Yuxin, is there anything specific you'd like?"
"Not really. I'll love anything you make."
"You're giving me way too much credit. How about I make some fish-flavored eggplant and green pepper stir-fried pork?"
"Wow~ That sounds so appetizing! I'm going to eat two whole bowls of rice later~"
Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh at Su Yuxin's exaggerated enthusiasm. Who knew she was such a cheerleader?
"Well, I hope my cooking doesn't disappoint. I'll need to prep the ingredients first. Yuxin, why don't you go back to the sofa? The kitchen might get smoky, and I don't want you to get uncomfortable."
"It's fine. Sometimes when my mom cooks at home, I watch her too."
"Yuxin's mom? I don't think I've met her yet."
"Hehe, my mom loves hanging out with her friends playing cards, so she's usually only home in the evenings. But she knows about you, brother."
"Really? Did Mr. Su tell her?"
"No, it was me. My mom even said you're a great teacher."
"Ah... you're too kind."
As they chatted, Su Yuxin watched Ye Feng wash and chop the ingredients with ease. Suddenly, she spoke up again.
"Brother, do you need any help? I often help my mom when she cooks."
"No need, this is a small meal, so I can handle it. But I appreciate the offer."
"Okay then."
Su Yuxin didn't disturb Ye Feng as he worked, but she occasionally chimed in to keep the conversation going.
"Brother, are you used to living alone?"
"Of course. When you live alone for a long time, you just get used to it."
"Do you like living alone?"
"Well... there are pros and cons. Having someone around can make life less lonely, but living alone is quieter. I think I prefer... sometimes having two people isn't bad either."
Hearing Ye Feng's tone turn somewhat reflective, Su Yuxin thought he might be hinting at feeling lonely, so she quickly pressed further.
"So, brother, do you prefer living with someone else?"
"I'm not sure. It really depends on who that person is."
Is brother hinting at me? I must be his favorite student! Someone like Mu Cheng, with her strange temper, would never win his favor.
Oh, brother, I'd love to live with you too, but it's not possible right now. At least not until we... get... married...
"Yuxin? Yuxin!"
"Ah!"
Su Yuxin snapped out of her thoughts at Ye Feng's call, her body trembling slightly as she replied.
"Yes, brother?"
"Could you turn on the rice cooker for me? Just press the button, and it'll start cooking automatically."
"Oh... sure!"
Blushing, Su Yuxin walked over to the rice cooker. After pressing the start button, she fanned her face with her hands, trying to calm her racing heart.

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?"

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

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.”

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?"