“An'an, this is my new boyfriend.”
Xu Wanwan held Lv Cheng's arm, smiling brightly.
Before coming, they had coordinated their story, with Lv Cheng pretending to be her boyfriend, using the excuse of having her friend, Feng An'an, approve of him.
Prior to the meeting, Xu Wanwan had hinted to Feng An'an about bringing a handsome guy, prompting her to dress up.
However, Feng An'an couldn't recall the numerous testing plans; her mind was focused on one thought.
Such a handsome man!!!
Wanwan is truly my best friend!
How many layers of filters did she apply to see me fit to date someone?
In that moment, Feng An'an made a firm decision; she and Wanwan would be lifelong best friends.
After this thought, her gaze turned as sharp as a knife, scanning Wanwan's boyfriend – Lv Cheng.
Stealing my best friend's dog of a man, go eat sh*t.
If she doesn't expose every inch of that dog's trickery today, she's not worthy of being Wanwan's friend.
"An'an, what's wrong?" Xu Wanwan was concerned about An'an's mental state, a chain of associations flashing in her mind.
Daydreaming for no reason is a precursor to depression, and depression is a precursor to suicide.
No, wait, a quick search would reveal cancer starting.
Xu Wanwan shook off the horrifying associations in her mind and observed An'an carefully.
Feng An'an immediately gently held her hand and spoke softly, "I'm fine, come in."
Leading them into the living room, Feng An'an handed out drinks, keeping an eye on Lv Cheng's movements.
Too careless.
Feng An'an shook her head in disbelief; she deliberately handed the drink to Lv Cheng first, but he drank it without considering his girlfriend.
Not attentive enough, deduct points!
Xu Wanwan spoke to Feng An'an, "An'an, can I have some hot tea?"
As Feng An'an was mentally evaluating Lv Cheng's looks and personality, she absentmindedly nodded, "Sure."
Feng An'an's distraction was noticed by Xu Wanwan, and the dismissed thought resurfaced.
Seeing Feng An'an successfully diverted, Xu Wanwan spoke urgently, "Did you see? She said she weighs only around sixty kilograms and is still losing weight."
Lv Cheng, also lowering his voice, replied, "But she looks healthy."
Xu Wanwan was about to continue her train of thought when she was interrupted, and she explained with a wry smile, "It's the effect of makeup."
After explaining, Xu Wanwan continued with her new concern, "An'an has been daydreaming all day. Could it be depression?"
"Unlikely."
Lv Cheng felt Feng An'an's sharp gaze and thought, instead of depression, it's more likely to be bipolar disorder.
Qi Yuan interjected, "Try something, and if it doesn't work, just take her to a psychologist."
Stop the wild speculation; if this continues, Feng An'an will end up in a coffin.
The beauty treatment method is already very unreliable; Qi Yuan is genuinely concerned that if it doesn't work, Xu Wanwan might consider it a terminal illness.
Feng An'an, unaware of her friend's wild imaginations, handed the hot tea to Xu Wanwan and initiated the next probing plan.
Sitting on the edge of the sofa, she curiously inquired, "How did you two meet?"
"At that time, I was being chased by a few street thugs, feeling hopeless, and he happened to appear and saved me."
Xu Wanwan cut to the chase, narrating a seemingly typical hero-saves-damsel tale.
Bravery earns points.
Facing several ruffians, willing to step up, Feng An'an reluctantly gives Lv Cheng a thumbs-up.
"That sounds quite dramatic."
"Yeah, it was a bit."
Recalling the events of that moment, Xu Wanwan's cheeks flush slightly.
Being chased by those thugs, she was insulted with the comparison of a toad wanting to eat swan meat. There's nothing more humiliating than that.
Deep in his heart, Feng An'an curses his luck. It seems like Wanwan has fallen for it.
"Speaking of which, he recently said I've gained weight."
Xu Wanwan appears to be complaining but is actually coquettish, sprinkling some imaginary dog food, shifting the topic to weight loss, using Lv Cheng as an excuse.
Lv Cheng responds casually, "I don't want to lie to you. I like you whether you're fat or thin."
"You see, he never knows how to say something nice."
Oh...
Though they haven't eaten, it feels like they've had their fill, even a bit greasy.
The flame of friendship that Feng An'an just ignited starts to flicker, leaving her with a calm and serene mind.
But Xu Wanwan's dog food distribution seems to have just begun; she looks at Lv Cheng.
"Do you think I look better with a bit of weight or if I were thinner?"
Lv Cheng catches her signal, "You look best when it's just right. What about you, Yuan?"
"As long as you're healthy."
Prepared for being called out, Qi Yuan looks at Feng An'an and casually adds, "She's too thin, for example."
Nicely done!
Xu Wanwan suppresses a smile; they've pulled off a great collaboration.
Just as she's gossiping with her best friend, suddenly being singled out catches Feng An'an off guard.
Though she hasn't really thought about dating Qi Yuan, you can't deny me the chance even if I don't win the lottery. If I can't buy the lottery, it's like forbidding me from daydreaming.
This is too cruel!
Decision made, tonight is all about gaining weight!!!
Feng An'an forces a smile, "I also think I'm too thin. I've been trying to gain weight recently, hehe."
Does it really work?
Lv Cheng is greatly impressed; being from out of town, he hasn't seen this side of the world.
Proudly smiling, Xu Wanwan knows her best friend's thoughts inside out; can she not guess?
A scoundrel can see through her friend, relying solely on his face?
But it's not over yet; she can't just morally bind Qi Yuan for life just because he's compassionate.
She must figure out An'an's issues, whether it's the heartbreak from a scoundrel or an online bullying problem, before she can address them properly.
"An'an, do you think I should lose weight? I saw your success with weight loss before; care to share?"
Once this topic is brought up, Feng An'an perks up.
"I strongly suggest you also get yourself a pot of Hibiscus Noodles."
"Hibiscus Noodles?"
Chewing on the term, Xu Wanwan knows hibiscus is used to describe a beauty, but can it be used with noodles?
Could it be a new type of weight loss product made into noodle-like things?
Earlier, when she strongly suggested Feng An'an to eat more, it was met with resistance, and Xu Wanwan isn't sure what hibiscus noodles are.
"Wait here for me."
Feng An'an noticed Xu Wanwan's confusion and got up to walk into the room.
After a short while, she struggled out with a basin of flowers.
The flowers weren't large, but they were planted in pots typically used for larger plants.
The petals were about the size of half a palm, tender and white, swaying in the wind. In the light of the room, little hints of red blush adorned the petals, resembling the shy face of a beauty, fair and blushing.
Qi Yuan wasn't much of a botanist and couldn't recognize the type of flower.
Xu Wanwan, who had a good relationship with Feng An'an, wasn't as polite. She asked directly, "What kind of flower is this? I've never seen it before."
"It's Hibiscus Noodles, a new type of plant developed specifically for beauty purposes."
"Can one plant be so miraculous?"
Xu Wanwan turned into a million "whys," circling around the Hibiscus Noodles.
"It seems to have been discovered in the birthplace of the Beauty Phase, as a new variant species. Based on that variant plant, they cultivated the Hibiscus Noodles."
Beauty Phase?!
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!"
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.”
] [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!"
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?"
