Time quickly arrived at the morning break.
The campus instantly came alive with noise and excitement. The hallways were filled with the cheerful laughter of students, while the playground downstairs buzzed with even more energy.
Gu Luo didn’t join the class monitor or the P.E. leader for exercise. Instead, he stayed seated, lost in thought—Shu Ning’s mood had clearly been off during breakfast, likely because something had stirred up memories she’d rather not revisit.
At the moment, the only ones left at their group’s table were him and Feng Youqing, who was resting her chin on her hand, staring at him.
As for Situ Wenyao, the rising star of Guangya (and a well-known "Guangya gay"), he was leisurely strolling around, basking in the attention. The sheer confidence radiating from him was nothing short of dazzling.
"...Is there something on my face?"
Gu Luo finally looked up, meeting Feng Youqing’s gaze.
Feng Youqing shook her head lightly. "Nope."
"Then why are you staring at me...?"
"I like looking at handsome guys."
"......"
Well, damn.
Gu Luo was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond.
Guess that’s what you’d expect from Haki Yao’s girlfriend.
"Luo Luo..."
Just then, Feng Youqing straightened slightly, hesitating as if she wanted to say something.
She really wanted to talk to Gu Luo about him and Shu Ning.
Though they weren’t related by blood, their relationship was… complicated.
Even if they did end up together, they’d have to be careful and keep things low-key.
But the words stuck in her throat—after all, this was their private matter.
"What’s—"
Before Gu Luo could finish, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
It was a video call from Shen Yue.
Huh?
Shouldn’t Shen Yue be asleep at this hour?
Puzzled, Gu Luo instinctively answered the call.
But instead of Shen Yue, what greeted him was a golden-haired, blue-eyed foreign beauty in a white nightgown.
Her face was exquisitely delicate, like a goddess stepping out of a medieval oil painting. Her eyes were the color of glacial meltwater, shimmering with an almost ethereal light. Her cascading golden hair resembled liquid gold bathed in moonlight, and her high, straight nose had a slight upturn at the tip, giving her a playful charm.
The girl waved, blinking as if a thousand emeralds had awakened in her irises, dazzlingly radiant.
Even though Gu Luo lived with four stunningly beautiful sisters, he still found himself momentarily breathless at the sight before him.
What’s more, there was something oddly familiar about her face.
"Hi! You’re just as gorgeous as Yue said!" The foreign girl chirped, her voice crisp and melodious. "Hello, Luo! My Chinese name is Li Qingtong—I picked it from a web novel. You can call me Qingtong or Danica."
"Uh… hi."
Gu Luo wasn’t particularly surprised that this foreign girl spoke flawless Mandarin. After all, China was now the world’s leading superpower, dominating in economics, technology, culture, and military strength.
Naturally, Mandarin had become the most sought-after language globally.
This Western beauty was probably Shen Yue’s friend.
Thinking that, he asked, "Where’s Shen Yue?"
"Yue’s playing ostrich right now," Danica said, about to turn the camera toward Shen Yue when a hand blocked the view.
"You two talk… just go ahead without me."
Shen Yue’s voice came from off-screen.
After a brief blackout, Danica’s signature golden hair and blue eyes reappeared.
"Luo, Yue’s shy. Let’s chat."
"Luo Luo, who are you talking to? The accent’s a bit unusual, but it sounds nice."
Feng Youqing, now curious, scooted closer to Gu Luo—only to freeze the moment she saw Danica on the screen.
She even rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
"Hi! You can call me Qingtong or Danica," Danica greeted Feng Youqing with a sweet smile, waving like an adorable, lively sprite.
"Holy sht?!"
Hearing the name, Feng Youqing—who usually scolded Situ Wenyao for cursing—blurted out an expletive for the first time ever.
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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...
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
