Glancing at Su Yuxin, who was diligently scribbling away, Ye Feng, sitting beside her, took out his phone to send a message to Shen Mengli, who was recovering at the welfare center, asking how she had been lately. During his break, the director had already updated him on Shen Mengli's condition—everything was progressing positively overall.
[How’s your health lately, Mengli? I’d like to visit you after class today.]
As soon as Ye Feng sent the message, before he could even pocket his phone, it vibrated intensely.
"Buzz."
Huh? That fast! Must be a spam message or something...
Surprised, Ye Feng brought his phone closer and saw that the notification was indeed from Shen Mengli.
It really is Mengli!
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by her swift reply. Could she have been holding her phone this whole time, waiting for his message? But that’s just...
"Mm..."
Su Yuxin’s attention was also drawn by Ye Feng’s sudden movements. Seeing how absorbed he was in his phone, she couldn’t help but wonder who he was chatting with. Judging by his focused expression, it was probably Xie Yuyan. Among them, Xie Yuyan had always claimed more of Ye Feng’s time, and he had even openly acknowledged their relationship.
No! I need to finish the homework Ye Feng assigned quickly! This should be my time—Ye Feng should only have eyes for me!
[Good morning, Feng! My health is improving day by day. I can even walk slowly on my own now. (〃'▽'〃)]
[How have you been lately? You must be really happy spending time with Yuyan-jie, right?]
"......"
At first, Ye Feng felt relieved reading Shen Mengli’s cheerful tone—it meant she wasn’t hiding anything about her condition. But the second sentence, though seemingly harmless, carried a hint of something unspoken.
[I’ve been doing well too, thank you for asking. So, about my earlier suggestion—would that be okay? If you agree, I’ll come right after class.]
After a short pause, Shen Mengli sent a few more messages.
[Of course it’s okay! I’d love for you to visit! But... are you really still going to class?]
[Yeah, there are still some things I need to take care of.]
[Well... alright. No matter what choices you make, I’ll always support you!]
Mengli...
Even though they were just texting, Ye Feng was deeply moved. After exchanging a few more words, they agreed he’d visit her as soon as class ended.
Just as he was about to put his phone away, he noticed Su Yuxin sneakily peeking at him from the corner of her eye—only to get caught red-handed.
"Yuxin! Shouldn’t you be focusing on your homework instead of staring over here?"
Realizing she’d been caught, Su Yuxin huffed and plopped back into her seat.
Ugh... I was this close to seeing what was on his phone!
"I wasn’t doing anything!" Su Yuxin retorted, quickly composing herself. "I already finished the homework you assigned earlier! Meanwhile, you, as the teacher, aren’t even doing your job properly—sneaking around on your phone during class!"
"Ahem, I’m just managing my time efficiently."
"Pfft~"
"Alright, enough. Let me check your homework first."
Ye Feng swiftly cut off the argument—he had been slacking off, after all—and turned his attention to Su Yuxin’s completed assignment.
"Hmph!"
To his astonishment, every single answer was correct, with each step flawlessly executed.
"All... all correct?!"
"What? Are you trying to back out now? You promised you’d grant my request if I aced it!"
Su Yuxin muttered under her breath as she stood up and circled behind Ye Feng.
"Who said I’m backing out? I just didn’t expect you to still be this sharp after all this time. Why did you always claim to be bad at studying before?"
"That’s because you’re such a great teacher~"
"Cut the flattery. I know my limits. You were just slacking off on purpose—with your talent, your grades would shoot up as long as you put in the effort."
"Exactly~"
As she said this, Su Yuxin suddenly wriggled into Ye Feng’s lap, her petite frame resembling an adorable little bunny.
"Yuxin?! What are you doing? Nobody said you could leave your seat—get back now!"
"No way~ I just exhausted my brain finishing that homework. How could you be so cruel, Feng? Can’t I take a little break?"
"Taking a break is fine, but not on my lap. Be good and get down."
"Hmph, Feng is so mean."
Hearing the sternness in his voice, Su Yuxin knew better than to push further. She didn’t want to end up like Li Mucheng—though, by now, Li Mucheng was probably already on Ye Feng’s blacklist. While losing an ally against Xie Yuyan was unfortunate, seeing Li Mucheng suffer was its own reward.
Under Ye Feng’s warning, Su Yuxin hopped off and obediently returned to her seat, swinging her fluffy bunny slippers back and forth. Her white lace socks accentuated her cuteness, and her twin pigtails draped neatly over her skirt.
"Well... I checked, and it’s all correct. So, Yuxin, what’s this request of yours?"
"Eh?! You’re actually agreeing?! I thought you’d weasel your way out with some excuse again!"
"Is that really how you see me? If I promised, I’ll keep my word."
Listening to her assessment, Ye Feng felt a vein throb on his forehead. Since when did Su Yuxin become so mischievous?
"Hehe, I was just teasing~ In my heart, Feng is the greatest!"
With that, Su Yuxin suddenly wrapped her arms around Ye Feng’s, cutting him off before he could react.
"My request is......"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
