"We actually have a gay guy in our class? For real?"
The ponytailed girl's eyes sparkled with excitement, practically bouncing in her seat, her gaze burning with gossip-fueled curiosity.
"......"
Huang Anlu nodded silently, her glasses glinting as she swept a glance across the classroom full of bewildered boys. Adjusting her frames, she turned and walked away.
With confirmation in hand, the ponytailed girl eagerly scanned the room until her eyes landed on the class PE rep, who was currently perched on Situ Wenyao's lap.
Her eyes instantly lit up like fireworks, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in delight—as a seasoned fujoshi, this was an absolute treasure trove for her.
At the same time, countless pairs of eyes turned toward the scene.
The PE rep leaped to his feet in a panic, flexing his impressively toned biceps in a desperate attempt to prove his masculinity. "Dudes, I'm 100% straight—straighter than a ruler! Just earlier, I was saying Gu Luo's sister is the prettiest, wasn't I?"
No sooner had he spoken than a girl chimed in, mischief dripping from her voice:
"Then why were you sitting in Ha... I mean, Situ Wenyao's lap?"
"Yeah, yeah, you’re always sitting on his lap. Don’t tell me there’s nothing going on."
"Spread the word! The PE rep’s gay and fighting Feng Youqing for her man!"
"......."
What started as playful teasing from the girls soon escalated as more and more boys joined the chaos.
Cornered and furious, the PE rep pointed at one of the loudest hecklers and shouted, "He’s the real gay! Look at his thigh-high white socks—practically pulled up to his crotch!"
Instantly, all eyes swiveled toward the accused.
"Seriously?!"
The boy flinched, looking around wildly before pointing at a chubby classmate munching on snacks nearby. "Him! Look at his round face and that little beard—he’s the one!"
Once again, the crowd’s attention shifted.
"Huh?"
The snack-eating boy froze mid-chew, scrambling to defend himself. "The class monitor’s from Sichuan—he’s the gay one!"
And just like that, all eyes landed on the monitor.
Twice victimized before breakfast, the monitor nearly spat blood. He slammed his hands on the desk and stood up. "First of all, Sichuan has nothing to do with Tianjin! Tianjin got kicked out of Sichuan ages ago!"
"Second, you guys believe anything you hear. Huang Anlu just threw out a random comment, and you’re running with it?"
"Third, even if there is a gay guy, so what? Look at Situ Wenyao—he’s a guy, and he still dated a..."
Before he could finish, an English dictionary came flying like a shuriken, smacking him square in the back of the head.
A dull thud echoed.
The monitor was down.
"Looking to die? Just because we’re from the same hometown doesn’t mean I won’t hit you!" Feng Youqing spat, glaring at his "corpse."
Situ Wenyao’s eye twitched at the sight. Sure, he’d survived her beatings since childhood, but the monitor might not be so lucky.
Poor guy.
Three seconds of silence.
"Monitor, I’ll revive you with a 30-second video—wake up!" The PE rep, ever the loyal desk mate, rushed over and shook him, but it was too late. The monitor had already departed this world.
"Well then, guess I’ll inherit your snacks."
With a sigh, he reached into the monitor’s desk.
"The hell you will..."
The monitor miraculously resurrected, one hand clutching his throbbing head while the other blocked the snack theft. After clearing his throat, he reiterated:
"Don’t listen to Huang Anlu’s nonsense."
Just then, the ponytailed girl by the window countered, "How is it nonsense? Huang Anlu’s the deputy head of the student council and super serious—she wouldn’t lie."
"Totally. The boys in our class are always glued to each other. There’s probably more than one gay guy here."
"And the monitor’s trying so hard to deny it—suspicious much?"
"Yeah, yeah!"
"......."
Never ones to miss out on drama, the girls—especially the fujoshis—were all too happy to stir the pot. Truth didn’t matter; they just wanted chaos.
Meanwhile, the boys operated on the principle of "better safe than sorry." The idea of a "hidden gay" among them was legitimately terrifying.
After all, 98% of straight guys are deathly afraid of gay men.
A simple but horrifying example: Waking up from a nightmare like, Wait, why’s the poop going back in?!
In an instant, boys who’d been slinging arms over shoulders recoiled, eyeing each other warily.
The PE rep, desperate to clear his name, pressed his back against the wall in a defensive stance. "Nobody better come near my butt!"
He then rounded on the monitor. "You let a ghost into our class! As the monitor, how could you not know?!"
"Find out who it is, now!"
"You..."
The monitor took a deep breath, unable to tell if these idiots were genuinely scared or just milking the joke.
"If you’re gonna stab me in the back, at least use a knife," another boy declared, flexing his straight-guy credentials.
"Screw that, I’m never vacationing in Tianjin!"
"My sacred butt is for pooping only!"
"My butt can have hemorrhoids, but that’s IT!"
"I’ll joke around, but if you’re serious, we’re settling this on the golf course."
"I’m not napping after class until this guy’s exposed."
"......."
Amid the chorus of hyper-masculine proclamations, the round-faced, bearded boy chimed in: "I’m definitely straight, so my partner has to be straight too."
Dead silence.
Every head turned toward him.
"Uh... I mean, my partner has to be a straight girl," he corrected, face burning.
While the class descended into madness, Gu Luo happily munched on snacks and remarked to Feng Youqing beside him, "Our class is so entertaining."
"Put fujoshis and meme-loving boys together, and this is what you get," Feng Youqing shrugged. Then, with a playful glint, she whispered:
"Speaking of which, Luo, with so many girls crushing on you, how come you’ve never dated? Take Lu Xuexue—she might as well have ‘I love Gu Luo’ written on her forehead. White thigh-highs, twin tails, rich little lolita... and you’re not tempted?"
Lu Xuexue?
Lu Xuexue and Gu Ximan are the real deal.
Gu Luo hesitated, searching for a vague reply, but Feng Youqing pressed on:
"Luo Luo... you wouldn’t… like boys, would you?"
"Pfft—"
Gu Luo nearly choked, waving his hand dismissively. "Stop messing around. There’s a girl I like."
"Huh??!"
Feng Youqing’s eyes instantly lit up as she eagerly pressed, "Who? Who is it?"
"Well… you’ll find out next week."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I’ll definitely tell you next week."
Now that Gu Luo knew he and Luo Shuning weren’t step-siblings, he planned to openly pursue a relationship without hiding anything.
As the "ghost hunt" game in Class 8, Grade 2 continued to stir up excitement, time quickly passed until the long break between classes.
The atmosphere in the classroom grew increasingly tense.
The boys didn’t even dare turn their backs to their classmates when going to the bathroom. Even the badminton fanatics made sure to walk at the back of the group, using their rackets to shield their backsides if necessary.
Even the legendary "38th parallel" made a comeback, serving as the boys’ "safety line."
It was pure entertainment for the chaos lovers.
Meanwhile, since Gu Ximan and Lu Xuexue had formed a romantic alliance, Lu Xuexue returned after a month with homemade sweets in hand.
The boys in class watched with envy—especially the class monitor and the P.E. rep, both hopeless siscons without younger sisters, who practically wanted to murder Gu Luo on the spot.
Situ Wenyao, on the other hand, was already sprawled over his desk, thoroughly enjoying the scene.
"Brother Gu, I made a lot of cookies today. Let’s all share them!"
Lu Xuexue placed the box on Gu Luo’s desk before sitting in Shen Yue’s seat.
Gu Ximan promptly plopped right into her lap.
The two sweet-scented beauties snuggled close, creating a picture-perfect, heartwarming moment.
Gu Luo, who knew the inside story, couldn’t help but ship them.
Feng Youqing nibbled on a cookie while studying Lu Xuexue, wondering if she might be the girl Gu Luo liked.
Just then, Gu Ximan suddenly asked, "Qing-jie, why does the class feel so weird today?"
"Well…" Feng Youqing couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly before recounting the morning’s absurd drama in detail.
"......"
Gu Ximan was at a loss for words, so she changed the subject. "By the way, why does Situ-senpai always lie on his desk? And why does he twitch sometimes?"
"Ugh, probably because I’ve been beating him up since kindergarten. Must’ve knocked a few screws loose."
Feng Youqing pulled out her phone, flipping through childhood photos of the two and their "sweet" past—where "hitting is affection, scolding is love."
"Wow, so cute!"
Gu Ximan’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the chubby little Situ Wenyao and the fierce little Feng Youqing in the pictures.
She was clearly shipping them now.
Then she took out her own phone and opened a locked album—filled with photos of her and Gu Luo at different ages.
"Aaaah, Little Man and Luo Luo were so clueless back then!" Feng Youqing was practically glued to the screen.
Seeing how much she loved them, Gu Ximan grinned. "I have tons of old photos at home. I’ll bring them for you next time."
"Stinky Gu Luo was always the ringleader back then, making tons and tons of friends."
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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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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...
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?"
