The afternoon sunlight slanted across the path, the air sweet with the fragrance of flowers and grass. Small groups of girls walked arm in arm, their chattering voices mingling with birdsong as they drifted through the campus.
"Did you hear? There's a gay guy in Class 8, Grade 2," a girl with a butterfly hairclip whispered, her eyes sparkling with gossipy excitement.
"Grade 2... Class 8? Isn't that God Gu's class?" her companion gasped, nearly spilling her boba tea in shock.
"Yeah! I heard his name is... Si... Si... Situ Wenyao, that's it! Situ Wenyao publicly confessed to the class's sports committee member after school today!" The first girl deliberately drew out her words, successfully drawing a crowd.
"Wow! Seriously? That’s wild!"
"Totally true! The sports committee member—what was his name again? Eh, doesn’t matter—apparently agreed on the spot."
"WOW!!!"
This elicited a chorus of excited squeals from the onlookers.
Just then, a bespectacled girl carrying a stack of books pushed her way in. "You guys are behind the times. Latest update: Situ Wenyao and the sports committee member have been secretly in love for ages, already promised themselves to each other. They’re always hugging between classes. But guess what? Turns out Situ Wenyao is bi—he’s also dating the English class rep!"
The girls’ eyes lit up like fireworks. "And then?!"
"And then the sports committee member got jealous and forced Situ Wenyao to confess publicly—which is what you just heard." She paused dramatically, smirking. "But that’s not even the juiciest part. Wanna know what is?"
"What?!"
"Tell us already! I’m dying here!"
"..."
Satisfied with the suspense, the girl finally revealed, "The best part? When Situ Wenyao’s girlfriend found out, she immediately agreed to a polyamorous relationship—all three of them together!"
WHOA!!!
The bombshell left the girls reeling.
This was next-level scandalous!
Before they could recover, a passing boy dropped another bombshell: "You guys are still behind. Rumor has it the sports committee member was so moved, he kissed Situ Wenyao right then and there in front of everyone."
WHOA!!!
Holy crap.
The barrage of shocking revelations was too much for the girls to handle.
Meanwhile, Gu Luo and Luo Shuning walked quietly at the back of the crowd, their steps slowing as they overheard the outrageous rumors.
"Sweetheart, is any of this true?" Luo Shuning’s eyes sparkled with curiosity, though she maintained her elegant composure. Clearly, she was just as eager for gossip.
"..."
Gu Luo opened his mouth, hesitated, then shook his head with a wry smile. "Haji Yao did admit he’s... you know..."
"But the rest is just rumors spiraling out of control."
He couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly gossip spread. At this rate, Haji Yao and the sports committee member would be married in a couple of days.
He quickly recounted what had actually happened that afternoon.
The short version? Huang Anlu baited Situ Wenyao into revealing his true feelings with one simple move.
"This... this..." Luo Shuning was equally torn between laughter and speechlessness, at a loss for how to even react.
It was... beyond words.
Thanks to the explosive gossip, nearly every student on campus was buzzing about the drama, leaving Gu Luo and Luo Shuning blissfully undisturbed during their walk.
Seizing the moment, Gu Luo took a quiet breath and, like a magician, produced a flower from nowhere, placing it gently in Luo Shuning’s palm. His voice was soft, tinged with regret:
"Darling, about last night... I’m really sorry... I must have scared you..."
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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?!
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.”
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?!
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!
