Evening.
A low-profile black sedan slowly pulled up in front of a bustling street-side eatery called "Meat Galore."
In the driver's seat, Gu Feng, dressed in casual business attire and looking every bit the successful man, grinned at Gu Luo beside him.
"This place has the real deal—guaranteed to leave an impression after just one bite."
"Oh?" Gu Luo peered through the window at the timeworn establishment.
Outside, tables and chairs sprawled across the open space, packed with lively diners whose laughter and chatter filled the air. The place was thriving.
The scent of stir-fried dishes and sizzling skewers mingled into a uniquely intoxicating aroma—a signature of street food stalls—teasing the senses relentlessly.
"You’ll see what I mean once you try it," Gu Feng said, smoothly braking and parking the car along the roadside.
Then, he led Gu Luo toward "Meat Galore."
"Table for two, boss?"
On the steps out front, a woman in her fifties—Sister Wang—spotted them approaching. Her face lit up with a warm smile as she hurried over, notepad and pen in hand. But upon recognizing Gu Feng, she gasped in surprise.
"Ah Feng?"
"Long time no see, Sister Wang," Gu Feng greeted cheerfully, then patted Gu Luo beside him. "This is my son, Gu Luo. Just call him Xiao Luo."
"Xiao Luo, say hello to Aunt Wang."
"Aunt Wang," Gu Luo said politely.
"Oh, Xiao Luo, is it? My, what a handsome young man!" Aunt Wang’s eyes sparkled as she took in Gu Luo’s tall, striking figure. "Goodness, you’re a heartbreaker, aren’t you? Bet the girls at school are all over you."
"Ahem..."
Gu Luo coughed lightly, embarrassed—though it wasn’t exactly untrue.
"Hah, still shy, I see!" Aunt Wang teased before turning to Gu Feng, who wore a proud grin. "I’ll admit, clothes really do make the man. That outfit of yours looks expensive—I almost didn’t recognize you!"
"Must be doing well for yourself, huh? No wonder you’ve been away so long."
Gu Feng chuckled awkwardly. "Just busy, that’s all. See? The moment I had time, I came straight here."
"Oh? Not in sales anymore? Honestly, back then you really—"
"Nah, I drive for the boss now," Gu Feng cut in quickly, jingling his keys and pointing to the parked car. "See that? I’m behind that wheel every day."
Aunt Wang followed his gesture and gasped again. "Wow, that’s a luxury car! Must’ve cost a fortune, right?"
"Something like that," Gu Feng replied vaguely, then rubbed his stomach with a grin. "Anyway, I’m starving. Been craving this place forever."
"Got it. The usual, then?"
"Yep. And a crate of beer. I’ll call a driver after."
"You got it! Grab a seat—I’ll grill your order myself."
With that, Gu Feng and Gu Luo settled at a quieter corner table.
The cool night breeze drifted by, refreshing and pleasant.
Soon, Aunt Wang returned with a crate of beer, still grinning. "Ah Feng, you still hold your liquor these days?"
"Not like before," Gu Feng admitted, then nudged Gu Luo with a smirk. "But I can start training this kid."
"Fair enough. A man doesn’t need to smoke, but he’d better know how to drink!"
After Aunt Wang left, Gu Feng grabbed a bottle and expertly popped the cap off with his teeth.
Pop. He slid the beer toward Gu Luo.
"Alright, kid. Now that we’re here—spill. What’s going on?"
Gu Luo hesitated, then took a swig before speaking solemnly.
"Dad... what if I fell for one of the girls at home? Would you be okay with that?"
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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?"
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...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
