“Yuxin, the environment here is quite nice. Does every household have such a large private space?”
As they walked along the road, Ye Feng curiously observed the exterior of the standalone villas. Apart from their unique decorations, they also featured private garages, swimming pools, gardens, and even some households growing their own vegetables.
“Yes, each house is designed this way. My mother and I sometimes grow fruits and vegetables in our spare time,” Su Yuxin replied, subtly closing the distance between herself and Ye Feng. While Ye Feng was looking around, her gaze remained fixed on him.
“It’s really nice.”
“Brother Ye Feng, do you like this kind of life too?”
“I think anyone would like this kind of life—carefree, relaxed, and leisurely.”
“Actually... if Brother Ye Feng is willing, you could live with me...”
Su Yuxin’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
“Yuxin, what did you say? Sorry, your voice was too quiet.”
“N-nothing! I was just saying we’ve arrived. Look, the house up ahead is my home~”
Su Yuxin stepped forward and placed her finger on the fingerprint scanner by the gate. A camera window popped up on the screen, scanned her face, and with a crisp “click,” the gate unlocked.
“Brother Ye Feng, please come in. This is my home~”
“Thank you, Yuxin...”
Following Su Yuxin’s lead, Ye Feng stepped inside. Standing on the doormat in the entryway, he cautiously asked,
“Yuxin, do I need to put on shoe covers?”
“Hmm, it seems we’re out of shoe covers~”
Su Yuxin took off her black leather boots, revealing a pair of white silk ankle socks. Through the socks, the rounded, rosy tips of her toes were faintly visible.
After slipping on her slippers, Su Yuxin glanced at the shoe cabinet and suddenly kicked a plastic bag hidden behind it out of sight. Relieved that Ye Feng hadn’t noticed, she turned back to him.
“Looks like we really don’t have any. Brother Ye Feng, you can wear these new slippers. My mother and I got them as a gift when we went shopping.”
“This... this doesn’t seem appropriate.”
“Why not? They’re just slippers. Please don’t be so formal.”
“Well... then I’ll take the liberty.”
Ye Feng took off his boots, neatly placed them by the door, and then put on the slippers before following Su Yuxin inside.
“Brother Ye Feng, have a seat on the sofa for a moment. I’ll make you a cup of tea~”
As the hostess, Su Yuxin immediately invited Ye Feng to sit down as soon as he entered. Without waiting for his polite refusal, she dashed off to the kitchen with quick, lively steps.
“Yuxin...”
Feeling a bit awkward, Ye Feng stood still and surveyed his surroundings. Although Su Yuxin’s home was a luxurious villa, the interior was surprisingly simple and modest. Apart from some beautiful porcelain and wood carvings, it looked no different from an ordinary home.
This simplicity aligned with Su Wanli’s unassuming personality. The more status and wealth someone had, the more low-key they seemed—it was truly baffling.
Just as Ye Feng was about to sit on the sofa in the living room, he suddenly felt an intense, somewhat hostile gaze directed at him.
Who was it? Was there someone else in the house?
Following his instincts, Ye Feng turned his head and saw a man sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, glaring at him with a fierce expression.
“Mr. Su... Su Wanli?”
“Kid, you’ve got some nerve.”
The man was indeed Su Yuxin’s father, Su Wanli.
Su Wanli’s burly frame seemed a bit cramped on the sofa. Seeing Ye Feng’s surprised but composed expression, his hostility lessened slightly.
“No wonder Yuxin was so insistent on going shopping with her mother yesterday. Turns out it was all to buy slippers for you.”
“Buy slippers for me?”
“Exactly. Early this morning, she secretly stuffed the shoe covers into a crevice. Who else could that be for?”
“......”
“Brother Ye Feng! I’ve made you some of my father’s treasured tea. Huh? Why aren’t you moving? Are you looking at...”
At that moment, Su Yuxin hurried over with a teacup. When she followed Ye Feng’s gaze, she saw her father sitting on the sofa.
“Wh-what?! Father! Didn’t you go to the company? Why are you here?”
Su Yuxin was so startled she almost dropped the teacup. She began to stammer, realizing that her father had overheard everything she and Ye Feng had said since they entered the house.
“Yuxin, you’ve never made tea for me in all these years. I see now that you were rushing me and your mother out this morning just for this.”
“I... I... um...”
“Alright, Ye Feng, let’s get started with Yuxin’s lesson. I’m only here today to verify whether your teaching skills are as good as Old Li claims. But let me make this clear—if your teaching doesn’t meet my expectations, you won’t be allowed back in this house.”
“Father!”
Su Yuxin immediately became anxious and tried to say something, but Su Wanli cut her off.
“Yuxin, go get your textbooks. This is non-negotiable. Giving Ye Feng this chance is already the most lenient I’ll be with you.”
“Hmph...”
Su Yuxin stomped off angrily to her room upstairs.
After Su Yuxin left, Su Wanli gestured for Ye Feng to sit down, his tone softening slightly.
“Kid, I hope you don’t disappoint me. Yuxin is my pride and joy. I expect you to focus on your role as a tutor.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Su. I have no ulterior motives. I’m here solely as a tutor.”
“Good.”
Su Wanli nodded and said nothing more, though he winced slightly as he noticed Ye Feng sipping his treasured tea.
After a while, Su Yuxin returned with her textbooks, pouting. Just as she was about to sit next to Ye Feng, Su Wanli stopped her, forcing her to sit across from him instead.
“Miss Su, shall we begin?”
“Yuxin!”
“Uh... alright, Yuxin...”
For the next two hours, Ye Feng used his knowledge and teaching experience to explain the material in the textbook. Su Yuxin was clearly engaged, and by the end of the session, Su Wanli’s last reservations were completely dispelled.
He had to admit, this kid was a genius. Whether it was his knowledge or teaching methods, he far surpassed any of the tutors Su Wanli had hired for Yuxin in the past. Old Li hadn’t lied!
Just as Ye Feng finished explaining a concept and was about to take a sip of tea, Su Wanli spoke up.
“Alright, that’s enough for today.”
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?"
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."
] [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!"
