Time quickly passed, and it was soon noon.
Since Shen Yue had taken leave to visit family, Gu Luo had originally planned to eat lunch on the rooftop. However, Situ Wenyao and the class sports committee member dragged him to the cafeteria instead.
"Brother-in-law, you’re the worst!"
"Brother-in-law, you’re the worst!"
"......"
Gu Luo listened to their chorus of "you’re the worst" and merely shrugged, long accustomed to their antics.
What he hadn’t expected was that Little Man, that silly girl, would openly announce that they were going to sleep together that night—and even less that Lu Xuexue would spill some of their past sibling escapades.
The incident had caused quite a stir at school.
So much so that Little Man was too embarrassed to show up during the big break.
He’d deal with her properly when they went to bed that night.
"Brother-in-law... you’re a grown man still sleeping with your sister, aren’t you ashamed?" The sports committee member’s face twisted with jealousy, his voice dripping with envy.
He was completely smitten with Gu Ximan’s looks and her lively charm. The mere thought of his goddess sharing a bed with Gu Luo tonight made him seethe with envy.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I can’t even imagine sleeping next to such a pretty sister..." Another guy gritted his teeth.
"......Damn it, Gu Luo, you’re the worst!"
"......"
Listening to their increasingly ridiculous remarks, Gu Luo couldn’t take it anymore. He raised a hand in a "stop" gesture and said irritably,
"Cut the nonsense. It’s just one night of chatting and sleeping, nothing more. It’s not like it happens every day."
The secret that he and Gu Ximan weren’t blood-related had to stay buried.
Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Throughout all this, Situ Wenyao was the only one who didn’t tease him—though Gu Luo couldn’t figure out why he kept shivering for no reason.
On the way to the cafeteria, Gu Luo became acutely aware of his skyrocketing popularity at school.
Girls flocked to him like iron filings to a magnet, eagerly greeting him.
"Hello, Godly Brother!"
"Godly Brother, I totally ship you and Ximan!"
"Senior Gu, wanna eat with us?"
"Gu the Great!"
"......"
Gu Luo responded to each fangirl with a polite smile and nod. After adjusting to this attention, he could now handle it effortlessly, without a trace of awkwardness.
Since he’d brought his own lunch, he sat down to eat while Situ Wenyao and the others went to queue for food.
Better to start now before those savages tried to steal his food.
"Damn, the group chats weren’t lying—Brother-in-law, your cooking is next-level," the sports committee member said as he returned with his tray, eyes locked on Gu Luo’s lunchbox the moment he sat down.
"Smells amazing," another guy said, sniffing the air as he approached.
"The group chats say Brother-in-law prepares breakfast and lunch for his sisters every day, which is why they’re all hopelessly devoted to him."
"......"
Meanwhile, Situ Wenyao stayed silent, secretly enjoying the moment.
Gu Luo shoveled food into his mouth, chewing and swallowing before asking, puzzled, "What’s going on? You’re all in those so-called fan groups?"
"Of course."
"Absolutely."
"There are already several groups now, covering all kinds of topics. They’re practically the unofficial school forums at this point."
"With so many girls in them, only an idiot wouldn’t join."
"......"
Hearing this, Gu Luo fell into a brief silence.
So... was he the only one who hadn’t joined?
Did this count as being excluded?
Hard to say.
As they ate, the conversation flowed freely.
Then, the sports committee member suddenly asked,
"Alright, who do you think is the prettiest among Brother-in-law’s sisters?"
"Definitely Shu Ning and Shu He—long hair for the win."
"Bullshit, I’m all about Shuling."
"Seriously? Ximan is clearly the prettiest."
"Am I the only one who thinks Xue Luoli is the cutest?"
The more they debated, the more envy burned in their hearts.
—"Damn it, Gu Luo, you’re the worst! Surrounded by so many gorgeous sisters every day."
Gu Luo kept eating, wisely avoiding the question.
Who was the prettiest? Don’t ask—the answer was all of them.
The conversation grew increasingly heated, veering off track like a runaway horse.
Then, out of nowhere, someone muttered—
"I don’t get it."
In a weird accent.
Suddenly, everyone transformed into self-proclaimed emperors of ancient times, holding forth on history and philosophy as if they alone held the keys to the universe.
Next came a debate between Taoists and Buddhists, each side arguing fiercely.
Then, without warning, the topic shifted to global politics, with everyone suddenly an expert on international affairs, dissecting world events with the confidence of seasoned analysts.
They sounded like they’d been personally tutored by their history teacher—the kind who deserved to be shot.
But soon, the discussion took another bizarre turn.
One guy suddenly asked, grinning mischievously, "So, who’s the weirdest flight attendant you’ve ever met?"
"I’ll go first—Jin Xing!"
"Damn... bold move, bro."
"Pfft, that’s nothing. I nominate Sister Yu!"
"Whoa, absolute legend."
"......"
Listening to this, Gu Luo suddenly lost his appetite.
Everyone here was truly a genius in their own way.
Just then, a guy with a buzz cut—who looked like the embodiment of an exam answer—slowly set down his chopsticks.
With the gravity of someone announcing a world-changing discovery, he solemnly said,
"Last semester’s final math exam. The last problem."
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
