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.

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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?"