My head... feels so heavy...
When Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, he felt the dazzling sunlight in the room, and his body finally regained some strength.
"Mmm... What’s going on... mmm!"
As soon as Ye Feng opened his mouth, he felt as if he had choked on water. He quickly swallowed it down and then sat up, coughing violently.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
What’s going on? I almost choked to death!
After sitting up, Ye Feng felt a tightness in his chest. But when he lifted the blanket, he found nothing unusual. Yet, why did it feel like something was pressing on his chest, even causing some pain?
Huh?
After sitting for a while, Ye Feng's mind gradually cleared up. But when he looked around, he noticed that Li Mucheng was no longer in the room.
"Where’s Mucheng... mmm!"
As soon as Ye Feng spoke a few words, he felt his lips go numb. Even speaking a few words became extremely uncomfortable, though thankfully, this awful sensation was slowly fading.
What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel so terrible every time I wake up? Do I have some incurable illness?
Just as Ye Feng was pondering this, he suddenly noticed something on his lips. When he reached out to touch it, he found a long, smooth strand of hair.
"Is this... Mucheng's hair? But why is it on my lips..."
"Ah, it’s probably because this is her bed. Sometimes I even find Xie Yuyan's hair on my sofa."
Ye Feng didn’t find this strange at all. After all, this was Li Mucheng's bed. Once he dismissed the hair as a normal occurrence, everything made sense, except for the numbness in his lips.
Strange, why do I always end up falling asleep at Mucheng's place?
A terrifying thought suddenly crossed Ye Feng's mind.
Could Mucheng have done something to me?
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
Ha, I must be losing my mind. How could I suspect my own student? What reason would she have to do such a thing? Besides, even though Mucheng can be a bit eccentric at times, she’s become much more sensible lately. She even helped me to bed when I passed out and covered me with a blanket afterward. How could I even think of suspecting her? That’s just ridiculous.
Even if I were to consider the worst-case scenario, both my water glass and the pastries Mucheng brought were things she had eaten too. So why didn’t she get affected? Clearly, this has nothing to do with her.
Maybe there’s something wrong with my body? It must be that damn system messing with me. Those limit-breaking capsules aren’t exactly harmless either!
Just then, the door to the room opened, and Li Mucheng walked in, holding a glass of soda.
"Oh? Teacher, you’re awake."
Seeing Ye Feng awake, Li Mucheng showed a slightly surprised expression, then placed the soda on her desk and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"How are you feeling? Is everything okay?"
"I’m fine. I don’t know why I suddenly passed out. I’m really sorry, Mucheng, for dirtying your bed."
"It’s nothing."
Li Mucheng shook her head, indicating that she didn’t mind Ye Feng sleeping in her bed at all.
"Teacher, you must have been overworked. Do you want me to call my private doctor to check on you?"
Li Mucheng's eyes were filled with concern, and her tone was cautious.
"No need, Mucheng. I appreciate your kindness."
Ye Feng quickly declined. He knew his body better than anyone else. This was likely a side effect of the capsules, and no modern medicine would be able to detect it.
"It’s probably just from staying up too late recently. I’ll be more careful next time."
"Ugh... Teacher, you really need to take better care of yourself!"
Li Mucheng's expression turned slightly displeased, as if she was unhappy with Ye Feng's behavior.
"Teacher, you’re the most important person to me. If you keep neglecting your health, I’ll get really mad!"
"Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you, Mucheng."
Look at how considerate she is! How could I have even suspected her? I should be ashamed of myself!
Ye Feng even began to reprimand himself internally, completely convinced of Li Mucheng's innocence.
Suddenly realizing he was still lying on Li Mucheng's bed, Ye Feng quickly sat up and apologized, "I’m sorry, Mucheng, for using your bed. Should I wash it for you..."
"No!"
Before Ye Feng could finish, Li Mucheng suddenly shouted, startling him.
Realizing she had overreacted, Li Mucheng quickly softened her tone.
"I mean, there’s no need for you to go through all that trouble. It’s just a bed. I’ll change the sheets later myself."
"Oh... okay then."
"Instead of worrying about that... Teacher, it looks like class is over."
"Huh? Really? Did I sleep that long?"
Ye Feng followed Li Mucheng's gaze to the clock and saw that it was indeed the end of class.
"Mucheng, I’m really sorry. I’ve missed so many classes..."
Suddenly, Li Mucheng placed a finger gently on Ye Feng's lips and whispered, "Honestly, Teacher, how many times are you going to apologize? These little things don’t need to be said so much. It makes it seem like we’re strangers."
"Since you’ve said that, I won’t be so formal about it."
"That’s more like it. Do you want me to walk you out?"
"No need! You should rest. I’ll leave on my own."
"Well... alright. But remember, Teacher, you need to come on time tomorrow. If something like this happens again, I’ll be really upset."
"Got it! See you later, Mucheng."
"Mm, see you later, Teacher~"
After Li Mucheng saw Ye Feng off at the door, she stood by the window, watching his figure slowly disappear into the distance. Then, she quickly ran back to her bed.
"Mmm... There’s still a bit of Teacher’s warmth left. I should cherish this lingering scent of his♡"
......
"Sigh..."
As Ye Feng walked home, he felt mentally drained. Even though he had slept, his body still felt exhausted, leaving him with no energy.
"Whatever, I’ll just grab something to eat at a street stall. I won’t bother cooking dinner at home."
With that thought, Ye Feng headed toward a barbecue shop near his apartment...

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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?"