Luo Shuhe's voice was youthful, yet carried a hint of detachment that didn't match her age.
"Shuhe, guess who won first place in the math competition?" Luo Shuning hurried over to her and said,
"Guess, guess!"
"I don't know." Luo Shuhe replied expressionlessly.
"You don’t know who got first place, but I know who only got second." Luo Shuning extended her small hand, pointing straight at her:
"That’s right—it’s you."
"......"
Luo Shuhe turned her head away, saying nothing more.
Yet Luo Shuning seemed completely oblivious to her sister’s disinterest, still basking in her own triumph as she jumped right in front of her.
Raising both index fingers with pride, she declared:
"Oh, and I also won first place in the piano competition."
"I’m always first."
"Oh..." Luo Shuhe gave only a slight nod.
Unfazed, Luo Shuning continued her relentless bragging:
"As a reward for winning, Father is buying me a new piano."
She paused, tilting her chin up slightly:
"And he’s taking me abroad to visit Mother during summer break. I haven’t seen her in half a year—she must miss me so much."
Luo Shuhe remained unmoved, ignoring the topic and instead asking, "Why do you call them 'Father' and 'Mother'? Doesn’t it feel awkward?"
"Not at all."
Luo Shuning blinked, answering with an innocent expression:
"Father told me to call them that. He says it gives him inspiration for writing scripts and filming."
Hearing this, Luo Shuhe merely nodded faintly. "Alright. Anything else?"
She didn’t want to hear any more of these trivial matters.
Mother was busy with the family business, often gone for entire years. Father was absorbed in his career, spending most of his time on film sets, only occasionally returning to see the three sisters.
Day-to-day, they were raised by nannies.
Luo Shuhe couldn’t understand why Father and Mother, who had long since become strangers, still refused to divorce.
Whatever. It didn’t matter.
"Hmm... Well, Father is going to France for an event this summer, so he’s taking me to see Mother. You and Shuling will have to go to our grandparents’ place in the countryside." Luo Shuning hesitated for a moment before adding, her tone strangely conflicted:
"...Shuhe, what if I let you win next time? You must miss Mother too, right?"
"I don’t."
Luo Shuhe shook her head without hesitation.
"You’re lying. You do miss her." Hearing this, Luo Shuning inexplicably raised her voice, her expression turning stern.
"No, I don’t miss her at all."
"You liar! You’re lying!" Luo Shuning shouted angrily.
"Suit yourself."
Without another word of explanation, Luo Shuhe turned and walked toward her room.
Her heart was calm.
She didn’t need parents.
Their existence was just a formality. The only one she truly cared about was Shuling.
As for Shuning?
She was just a pitiable older sister.
But everyone had their own way of thinking.
Luo Shuhe had long grown indifferent to it all.
When she was older, she would take Shuling and escape this home—no, this cold, lifeless house.
Just then—
"Shuhe! Shuning!"
The round-cheeked Luo Shuling suddenly pushed open the bedroom door, running out excitedly with a beaming smile:
"Look! I won a prize from my snack!"
She waved the winning card high in the air:
"Three free packs! Three!"
"We can each have one! Heehee!"
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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.”
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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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
