"Luo Luo was the ringleader when he was little?" Feng Youqing perked up with interest.
"Yeah, Sister Youqing, you wouldn’t believe it—that rascal Gu Luo had quite a few little girlfriends back then, leaving a trail of admirers everywhere."
"Wow~~~" Feng Youqing sat up straighter, eyes sparkling. "So Luo Luo’s been a heartthrob since childhood?"
Gu Ximan tilted her head slightly, pondered for a moment, then nodded emphatically. "Pretty much! He was like a charmer straight out of a novel. The girls in his class fought to sit next to him, and even the older girls would find excuses to come downstairs just to sneak him snacks."
"He really was popular with the little girls."
After a pause, she added with a grin, "Though, in the end, all those snacks ended up in my stomach."
"Haha, I can totally picture it."
Beside them, Lu Xuexue’s cheeks flushed pink as she chimed in softly, "Big Brother Gu’s childhood photos—his lashes were long and curled, his eyes bright and sparkling. He was even more handsome than a child star. No wonder so many girls liked him."
Inwardly, she sighed wistfully. How wonderful it would’ve been if she’d known Big Brother Gu since they were little.
Gu Ximan, though tsundere by nature, absolutely loved hearing others praise Gu Luo.
She tucked a strand of her cool tea-brown hair behind her ear and smirked proudly. "Of course! If that rascal Gu Luo had been even a little bit of a player, he’d have had at least a thousand girlfriends back then. But no—his attention was all on me."
"Right, you rascal?"
At this, she lightly kicked Gu Luo, who had been quietly snacking beside her, with her little leather shoe.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, my little princess," Gu Luo replied, shooting her a resigned glance but humoring her nonetheless.
Ah, well. She was his little sister, after all. Spoiling her was just part of the deal.
And it wasn’t like she was wrong.
Back then, his world had revolved entirely around the delicate, clingy Gu Ximan. Too young to understand much, he’d been terrified she might vanish one day, like a kitten or puppy.
No matter where he went, he made sure to keep her close.
"Good answer. As a reward, the great Lady Ximan permits you to feed me," she declared, tilting her chin up and parting her rosy, cherry-like lips.
Gu Luo shook his head but obediently popped a potato chip into her mouth.
Holy moly!
The sweetness of the scene had Feng Youqing and Lu Xuexue practically swooning.
The sugar levels were off the charts—enough to send someone into a diabetic coma without an insulin shot.
Meanwhile, two desks ahead, two older brothers without little sisters of their own glared at Gu Luo with envy so thick it could curdle milk. The urge to strangle him for flaunting such sibling affection in public was overwhelming.
At his own desk, Situ Wenyao shuddered faintly, clearly riding a high from the sheer schadenfreude. The more others seethed with jealousy over Gu Luo, the more euphoric he felt.
Noticing Gu Luo had gone back to eating on his own, Gu Ximan immediately scolded, "Xuexue’s hugging me and can’t eat. Feed her too, you oblivious blockhead."
"Oh, right."
Without thinking, Gu Luo picked up another chip and held it to Lu Xuexue’s lips.
Lu Xuexue was flustered beyond belief. Blushing furiously, she murmured, "Th-thank you, Big Brother Gu," before hastily opening her mouth.
Her heart raced wildly—she could’ve kissed Ximan right then and there out of sheer gratitude.
The result? Feng Youqing fangirled harder, the class rep and monitor seethed with envy, and Situ Wenyao ascended to cloud nine.
Pleased with her masterful orchestration, Gu Ximan launched into more tales of Gu Luo’s youthful escapades—though she kept things vague.
Feng Youqing listened raptly, occasionally pressing Gu Luo for details.
But all she got was—"Uh, it was so long ago, I don’t really remember."
And he wasn’t lying. Those childhood playmates, the girls who’d slipped him love letters—they’d all blurred into faceless shadows.
Aside from a handful of classmates he could vaguely recall, most had faded into oblivion, not even leaving hazy impressions.
Gu Ximan alone remained the vivid backdrop of his childhood.
Everyone else?
Just passing scenery.
Not worth remembering.
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
