Crack.
With a crisp crack, Xie Yuyan skillfully popped the shelled sunflower seed into her mouth. She glanced at Shen Mengli, who was engrossed in a book, before turning her attention to Li Mucheng, who was sipping tea beside her.
"Do you guys think... Yuxin can really pull this off?"
Hearing Xie Yuyan's question, Li Mucheng's expression grew serious as she paused her tea-drinking. It took her a moment to tear her gaze away from the distant garden, where Su Yuxin was playfully chatting with Ye Feng.
"To be honest, I don't know if Yuxin can actually do it, but I believe in her! Her feelings for Teacher are completely pure, and I'm sure he will be able to feel her sincerity."
Li Mucheng's mouth twitched slightly as she said this. She took a deep breath to steady her emotions.
"If it weren't for this damn system... Teacher probably wouldn't have to suffer so much."
"But if it weren't for this so-called system, how would we have ever met Little Feng? To me, Little Feng is like the warmest ray of sunlight, appearing right by my side when I needed him the most..."
Shen Mengli, who had been quietly reading on the side, suddenly spoke up. Her small hands gently closed the book resting on her lap, and a blissful smile blossomed on her face. The warm, golden sunlight from outside the window spilled perfectly across her features, making the whole scene feel incredibly warm and serene.
"That's why I made my choice the moment Little Feng revealed his hidden struggles. Because I love him, I'm willing to do absolutely anything for him. I'm sure you all feel the same way, so let's leave the rest of the time to Yuxin. I believe she can do it."
"Mengli..."
Li Mucheng murmured Shen Mengli's name softly, her pale, delicate hands gradually tightening their grip around her teacup.
......
"Brother Ye Feng, look at this! I planted this potted plant myself back when Mucheng and I used to play in the garden. It's grown so beautifully now!"
Meanwhile, Su Yuxin clung to Ye Feng's arm, animatedly sharing stories from her past. Ye Feng played the role of the perfect listener, patiently hanging onto her every word.
"Yeah, the flowers are really beautiful. But if I had to compare, I'd say you look even prettier, Yuxin."
"Brother Ye Feng, saying things like that makes me blush..."
Su Yuxin covered her face as she spoke. Her bashful voice was like a flower bud just waiting to bloom, exuding a sweet fragrance that made one want to discover all its secrets.
"I'm just stating the facts. Maybe after I say it a few more times in the future, you'll get used to it, Yuxin."
Ye Feng told her in a teasing tone.
"I'll never get used to it! I'll love every single compliment from Brother Ye Feng!"
"You silly girl..."
Ye Feng couldn't help but touch his forehead and shake his head with a chuckle. Just as he was about to lead Su Yuxin out of the garden, she suddenly leaned in close to him.
"Yuxin?"
Before Ye Feng could ask, Su Yuxin looked at him with resolute determination, as if she had mustered all her courage. Her restless little hands clenched into tight fists in front of her chest. Then, she stood on her tiptoes and closed her eyes. The implication couldn't be any more obvious.
Ye Feng froze for a moment, completely caught off guard by her unexpected action. However, after a brief second of thought, he quickly responded. He knew that for someone with Su Yuxin's personality to gather the courage for such an embarrassing move, failing to respond in time would only make her feel even more self-conscious.
"Then... please excuse my forwardness."
"Chu~"
While an incredibly anxious Su Yuxin agonizingly awaited her judgment, the outcome arrived much faster than she had anticipated. Despite her racing heart, she docilely kissed him back.
"Mmph..."
Brother Ye Feng's scent is still as intoxicating as ever. Every time I catch a whiff of him, my head spins. Mucheng was right; I need to practice this a few more times so I won't hold him back when it really matters.
"Yuxin?"
"Mmph?!"
"You're not focusing."
"I'm... I'm shorry! I'll... mmph~"
"It's okay, I'm not blaming you. I just want you to relax, Yuxin."
Ye Feng gently wrapped his arms around Su Yuxin's slender waist, lightly patting her back twice as he spoke in a soothing tone.
"I told you before, didn't I? There's no need to be so tense. Just do whatever you want to do."
"Do whatever I want to do..."
Su Yuxin mumbled Ye Feng's words to herself. Tossing all the distracting thoughts to the back of her mind, she closed her eyes once again.
Brother Ye Feng, I am ready!
......
"What's going on with the system lately? Did it break or something? It's been so long since I received a notification; to be honest, I'm not quite used to the silence."
Resting in his room after dinner, Ye Feng was boredly scrolling through his system panel. Even though his remaining lifespan was currently quite abundant, this feeling of a slow, chronic death still felt like a guillotine hanging over his head.
His only remaining task was to increase the completion rate of his collection index, which was closely tied to Yuxin. But what would happen once the index was fully completed? Would it just force him to do another task?
"Sigh, how am I supposed to properly enjoy life like this?"
Just as Ye Feng was agonizing over this, a soft knock suddenly came from his door. Before he could even respond, a faint voice drifted in from the hallway.
"Brother Ye Feng..."
Hmm? Yuxin? Why is she still up so late... Could it be that she has something else she needs to tell me?
Hearing the noise, Ye Feng hastily threw on his robe and walked over. Upon opening the door, he found Su Yuxin standing there all by herself.
Unlike earlier in the afternoon when she was dressed in a Lolita dress, the evening Su Yuxin had come over wearing nothing but a cute, fuzzy set of pajamas. It looked like she was just about ready for bed.
"Yuxin? It's so late, is something the matter..."
"Brother Ye Feng, can I come into your room? I... I... I want to chat with you."
Yuxin was as terrible at lying as always; her every emotion was written plainly on her face.
Seeing her anxious expression, Ye Feng naturally did not object. He stepped to the side, leaving enough room for her to enter.
"Come on in."
"Then... excuse my intrusion."
The naive little white rabbit, Su Yuxin, had ultimately stepped right into the big bad wolf Ye Feng's trap. Of course, this so-called trap was nothing more than a catalyst to deepen their relationship.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
