"Gu Luo, you're such a siscon, aren't you? This vibe is way too obvious..." The class sports committee member mentally complained, though on the surface he maintained the composed smile befitting an upperclassman.
He couldn't even imagine what would happen if someone ever managed to win Gu Ximan's heart—would Gu Luo completely lose it?
Seeing the expression on Gu Luo's face and hearing his response, Gu Ximan couldn't suppress the smile tugging at her lips.
As a brocon, was there anything more delightful than having a brother who was a siscon?
"Bro, don't worry. I'll stay with you for the rest of my life."
As she spoke, Gu Ximan affectionately wrapped her arms around Gu Luo's and rested her head against his shoulder.
'What?! The cutest little sister is a brocon?! Gu Luo, you absolute bastard! You absolute bastard! You absolute bastard!' The sports committee member's mind flashed to an anime as he watched the scene unfold—one featuring a white-haired little sister.
The resemblance was uncanny.
But again, Gu Luo, you absolute bastard!!!
The sports committee member couldn't even fathom how blissful it must be to have a hardcore brocon for a sister.
Especially one like Gu Ximan, who was easily one of the most stunning beauties even in Guangya High.
Her rare, silky cold tea-brown hair, paired with her flawless face and a figure that defied her age, left everyone in awe.
Damn it...
Gu Luo, you absolute bastard!!!
No matter how many times the sports committee member cursed Gu Luo in his heart, he kept up the dignified demeanor expected of an upperclassman.
Maybe he could take a page out of Liu Jianjun's book and snag one of Gu Luo's sisters for himself?
If Gu Ximan was out of the question, then Lu Xuexue—that top-tier twin-tailed, white-thigh-high-wearing loli—would do just fine.
He wasn't picky.
Surely Lu Xuexue couldn't be a brocon too, right?
Hah, as if there'd be that many brocons clustered together.
"Alright, enough joking around. Let's head over now," Gu Luo sighed, standing up slowly.
In the process, he also lifted Gu Ximan, who was clinging to him like a koala.
No matter what, he was still part of Class 8.
It was the big break now, and with so many students watching, losing would definitely be embarrassing.
Just then, Lu Xuexue clasped her small, snow-white hands together beneath her chin, making an expression so adorable it could melt any ordinary guy's knees. With a sweet, sugary voice, she cheered:
"Go, Brother Gu! Brother Gu is the best!"
Her voice was already naturally soft and cute, but with this deliberate pitch, it was downright lethal—like a nuclear-level cuteness bomb.
Even though Gu Luo spent every day surrounded by beautiful girls and had built up strong immunity, Lu Xuexue's attack hit him instantly.
His heart practically melted.
Without thinking, he reached out and ruffled Lu Xuexue's little head, chuckling. "Thanks for the cheer, Xuexue. Class 8 won't lose."
For some reason, he also felt the urge to tug at her adorable twin-tails.
It would probably feel amazing.
No—once they were officially a couple, he'd definitely have his little angel style her hair in twin-tails just so he could test them out.
After giving her a quick head pat, Gu Luo headed toward where Class 8 was gathering.
Gu Ximan never once let go of his arm. As for Lu Xuexue's display of cuteness, she didn't feel much jealousy.
First, because the two were best friends, and second, no matter how much Lu Xuexue acted cute, her stupid big brother would only ever pat her head at most.
Intimate gestures like linking arms were reserved for her—his one and only little sister.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue, still reeling from the head pat, stood frozen in place, her face and ears burning red like overripe tomatoes, as if they might drip blood any second.
Her head spun dizzily.
All she could think was—
Brother Gu... patted my head...
Brother Gu... patted my head...
Brother Gu...
The sports committee member felt like a bolt of lightning had just struck his heart.
Lu Xuexue was a brocon too?!
And she seemed even more obsessed than Gu Ximan!
The thought that such gorgeous, adorable girls were both brocons—and both fixated on Gu Luo—filled him with envy so intense it felt like his cells were splitting apart.
Because here he was, a diehard siscon, without even a single sister to call his own!
Was there any greater tragedy in the world?!
Ugh, Gu Luo, you absolute bastard!
You absolute bastard!
Shen Yue, witnessing Lu Xuexue's reaction, instantly confirmed her feelings for Gu Luo.
Given the current situation, her own chances were slim.
But if she could drag things out until the late game, she was sure to become the final boss.
She just hoped there was still enough time...
No—whether there was or not, she had to fight for it.
The more time she spent with Gu Luo, the more certain she became that she could never like another guy again.
Every day, she was stunned anew by his charm, and whenever she looked at other boys, she couldn't help but compare them to Gu Luo.
As they say, ignorance is bliss.
The difference was as clear as night and day—like comparing an ordinary person to a top-tier incubus.
......
On the sports field.
"I'll form the head!" A towering guy over 1.9 meters grinned, unfazed by the height and weight hierarchy.
"Then I'll form the butt!" Another heavy-duty warrior laughed.
"I'll form the kidneys..."
"I'll..."
The boys of Class 12 were brimming with confidence, the mood light and relaxed.
Seriously, with their class's heavy hitters in play, how could they possibly lose?
No chance.
The corridors of the school building quickly filled with female students, all craning their necks, eyes sparkling.
Many of the more enthusiastic fans even rushed down to the field to cheer on their idol up close.
That's right—they were all here for Gu Luo.
"Whoa, the other class is stacked with kendo club beasts..."
"Why is there a girl in Gu Luo's team?"
"This looks so unfair... Class 8 doesn't stand a chance..."
"Who cares? I'm rooting for Gu-senpai! Even if he loses, it's an honorable defeat!"
"..."
The fangirls chattered away, voices rising and falling in excitement.
Time ticked by.
The boys from both classes took their positions for the tug-of-war.
Under the guidance of their respective P.E. teachers, they planted their feet shoulder-width apart, bodies leaning back at a forty-degree angle, like drawn bows ready to unleash their power.
"Class 12, go! Crush Class 8!"
"Class 12, go! Crush Class 8!"
"Class 12, go! Crush Class 8!"
"..."
Suddenly, the girls of Class 12 erupted into synchronized cheers.
Their voices were perfectly unified, full of energy—clearly rehearsed.
Seeing this, Liu Jianjun finally understood why his future brother-in-law had insisted on an all-male lineup.
So this was the trap.
All because he'd managed to win over his adorable little sister... Was this really necessary...?
This was outright annihilation.
"Go, Class Eight!"
Even while in the middle of the tug-of-war team, Feng Youqing raised her voice and shouted at the top of her lungs.
With someone leading the charge, the girls of Class Eight quickly unified their cheers, chanting in unison:
"Go, Class Eight!"
"Go, Class Eight!"
"Go, Class Eight!"
"Go, Gu Luo!"
"......"
The cheers grew louder and more thunderous, as if they could pierce the heavens and reach the skies above.
Gradually, Feng Youqing noticed something odd.
Why were there so many girls in Class Eight?
There had to be at least a few hundred, right?
Gu Luo’s female fanbase was terrifyingly massive.
"Damn, is this Gu Luo’s influence?"
"Seriously, this is way too exaggerated..."
"Ugh! Feels like we’ve become the cannon-fodder villains in a novel, just here to make the protagonist look cool."
"Class Eight! Hell yeah!"
"......"
Listening to the deafening roars of "Go, Class Eight!" and "Go, Gu Luo!" echoing across the entire school, the boys of Class Twelve were on the verge of losing it. They were itching to win the match and knock Gu Luo down a peg.
Just then—
"Tweeeet—"
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Both teams immediately lowered their centers of gravity, muscles tensing up.
In an instant, the tug-of-war escalated into an intense battle.
Aside from Gu Luo, the burly guys on Class Twelve’s side were also the center of attention.
Each of them was built like a tank, veins bulging on their arms like winding little snakes, as if they were about to burst through their skin at any moment.
They were giving it everything they had.
Every pull was accompanied by a deep, guttural roar.
But surprisingly, the match wasn’t one-sided at all.
The red marker on the rope barely moved an inch.
‘Damn! Feels like we’re trying to pull a freaking truck!’ The leading brute of Class Twelve felt his scalp tingle—no matter how hard he pulled, the rope stayed rooted in place, completely unmoving.
And right across from him stood Situ Wenyao, the same guy who had mocked them last week.
Now, Situ Wenyao slowly puckered his lips and unleashed a wave of "adorable boy charm" at the opposing team.
‘Seriously… a magical attack?’
The brute barely held back a laugh and immediately shut his eyes.
The guys behind him did the same.
How could the other side be so shameless?
Meanwhile, Gu Luo, the one truly in control, decided it was about time. He gradually increased his strength.
Slowly but surely, the red marker began inching toward Class Eight’s side.
Until it crossed the boundary line.
"Tweeeet—"
......
......
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
