Help Luo Shuning successfully complete the school anniversary performance?
Gu Luo wasn’t surprised by the refresh of the special mission. After all, as long as he stayed by his sister’s side, the chances of it refreshing were quite high.
In general, it was about solving various predicaments for his sister.
For example, Gu Ximan’s issues revolved around her studies and physical health.
Most of the special missions also centered on these two points.
Now the question was—would the music department Luo Shuning was in encounter problems on the day of the school anniversary performance?
Or had the problem already arisen?
The information available so far was still too limited.
Thinking of this, Gu Luo turned to Shen Yue, who was walking beside him, and asked, "Shen Yue, are you close with that girl from earlier?"
After a moment of thought, Shen Yue replied, "Not particularly. It’s just that my mom and her mom are friends, so we’ve met a few times before."
Gu Luo’s mind raced. Shen Yue’s mother and stepmother were friends?
The friends of someone as influential as a stepmother were surely no ordinary people.
Most likely—no, it was practically certain—Shen Yue was from a wealthy family.
But then another question arose: as a (presumably) rich heir, why would Shen Yue still unconsciously display such timid expressions and mannerisms?
After all, a person’s confidence was often proportional to their wealth.
To put it bluntly, in any society, money was a person’s backbone.
Could body image really affect someone to this extent?
It was hard to say. Perhaps there were other hidden circumstances he wasn’t aware of.
Gu Luo reined in his wandering thoughts and continued, "I heard the school anniversary is being held earlier this year, right? Some clubs are even putting on performances."
"Yes," Shen Yue nodded. "It was moved up because of the alumni reunion. Some alumni have tight schedules, so the event was rescheduled."
"Usually, every club gets to showcase their talents, but this time it’s different. Since it involves alumni donations, only key clubs are performing—like the music department, dance department, handicrafts club, kendo club, and so on..."
Gu Luo was taken aback. How did she know all this?
Normally, the school would only announce the date change, not the reasons behind it, let alone details about donations.
Was she some kind of intelligence prodigy?
With a raised eyebrow, Gu Luo asked, "Shen Yue, how do you know all this?"
"Ah..." Shen Yue immediately lowered her head, looking slightly embarrassed. "Because my parents are attending the alumni reunion."
"So... can any Guangya Academy graduate join?" Gu Luo pressed.
"Not exactly... only those invited can participate."
Well, mystery solved.
Shen Yue’s family was definitely influential.
Then again, no student at Guangya Academy was ordinary.
After all, the tuition for three years alone was a hefty sum.
Of course, if one’s grades were exceptional, scholarships could cover all expenses.
And with Caizhou being an international metropolis of over 20 million people, the number of wealthy families was staggering.
Add in students from other regions, and the academy had no shortage of elite applicants.
The two continued walking and soon arrived at the last tent.
The sign read "Public Service Club."
Inside sat a bespectacled girl with delicate features, busy sorting through documents.
Unlike the bustling crowds at other club booths, this one was nearly deserted.
"Public Service Club?" Gu Luo was puzzled.
"This club is... a bit special," Shen Yue explained.
"How so?"
After a brief pause, Shen Yue carefully replied, "The Public Service Club is like half of the student council. They’re involved in planning school events, but they also handle all kinds of issues between the school and students."
"Sometimes they even visit places like orphanages for club activities on weekends."
"So... not many students join."
Gu Luo nodded thoughtfully.
Orphanages... huh. That was where his so-called father had come from.
He hadn’t expected such a club to exist here.
Without further hesitation, he approached the busy girl and said, "Hello, excuse me—can I apply to join your club?"
The girl set down her documents, adjusted her glasses, and scrutinized Gu Luo’s impeccably dressed, strikingly handsome appearance. Her brows furrowed slightly. "Are you sure?"
"Our club deals with grunt work most of the time. If you’re just here to fool around, I’d advise against joining."
Her tone made it clear that many before him had lost interest quickly.
"Don’t worry, I’m serious," Gu Luo replied with a calm smile.
The girl narrowed her eyes, then after a moment, handed him an application form. "I’m Huang Anlu, your second-year senior and vice president of the Public Service Club. Welcome aboard."
Realizing he’d just been unofficially demoted, Gu Luo quickly clarified, "Sorry, I’m also a second-year. I just transferred to Guangya today."
"Ohhh~ So you're the legendary transfer student, the campus heartthrob." Huang Anlu suddenly realized, giving him another once-over before nodding in approval:
"Definitely handsome."
The legendary transfer student, the campus heartthrob...
Gu Luo wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
Just then, Shen Yue suddenly spoke up: "Um, could I also get an application form?"
Hearing this, both Gu Luo and Huang Anlu turned their attention to her.
"I... I’m only in one club right now..." Shen Yue explained softly.
Huang Anlu, however, frowned again and said bluntly, "Sorry, but the Public Service Club might not be the right fit for you."
"Huh? Why...?" Shen Yue was confused.
Why wasn’t she welcome?
Had she done something wrong?
Gu Luo was equally puzzled.
Huang Anlu cut straight to the point: "Let me guess—you only want to join because of this campus heartthrob, right?"
"As an upperclassman, you should know our club has kicked out plenty of people before. What we need are members who genuinely want to improve themselves and contribute, not just tag along for company."
"I’m the type to speak my mind, so don’t take it personally."
"I... I..."
Shen Yue’s face flushed as Huang Anlu mercilessly exposed her true intentions—she really had just wanted to stay close to Gu Luo.
"I’m sorry..."
"No worries." Huang Anlu waved it off calmly, her expression indifferent.
For a moment, the atmosphere turned awkward.
"Shen Yue, thanks for wanting to join me, but isn’t the Art Club keeping you busy enough?"
Gu Luo didn’t know what else to say, so he tried to lighten the mood and give them both an out.
After he finished filling out the application form, Huang Anlu took it and skimmed through it.
Then she stood up, retrieved a pin from a small box nearby, and handed it to Gu Luo.
The pin was exquisitely designed, featuring a panda holding a bamboo stalk.
Beneath it were two words:
—Hero.
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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!
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
