Time passed swiftly, and soon it was time for school to end.
As the dismissal bell rang, students of Guangya Academy surged like waves toward the club building, one after another.
Unlike the others who rushed out immediately, Luo Shuhe remained seated, resting her chin on one hand as she gazed silently out the window, her eyes piercing through the glass.
She was searching for that figure who haunted her thoughts.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
Picking it up, she saw a message from Luo Shuling:
[Shuhe, I’ll be waiting for you on the rooftop.]
Luo Shuhe merely glanced at it before turning off the screen and resuming her watch out the window.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the classroom...
Ren Lei had just finished packing her things and stood up when Luo Shuning spoke:
"Lei, go ahead to the club first. If Brother is there, let him know I’ll be a little late—I have something to take care of."
"Got it. Call me if you need anything."
Without pressing further, Ren Lei gently pinched her cheek before following the other students out of the classroom.
Luo Shuning stayed seated, her fingers absently tracing the edge of the desk. After a moment of silence, she slowly rose and walked toward Luo Shuhe’s seat.
Stopping nearby, she spoke softly, "Shuhe, let’s talk."
By now, the area around Luo Shuhe was empty of other students. Hearing this, she turned her head leisurely, leaning back in her chair and casually crossing her left leg over her right thigh.
"What does Sister want to talk about?"
"It’s not convenient here..." Luo Shuning glanced around before lowering her voice further. "Let’s go to the rooftop. It’s about... Brother."
"Brother? Don’t you usually call him 'Elder Brother'?"
"I’ll follow how you address him." Luo Shuning kept her tone deferential, even adjusting her reference to Gu Luo to match Luo Shuhe’s.
"How considerate of you, Sister."
Luo Shuhe shook her head. "But there’s no need. Let’s just keep it simple here."
"Sit."
She patted the seat beside her.
"...Alright."
Luo Shuning didn’t dare refuse. Obediently taking the spot next to her, she bit her lower lip and began:
"Shuhe, I was wrong."
"I... I owe you an apology. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell Brother the truth..."
"So... please expose me. Tonight, in front of Brother and Little Man—reveal everything."
Luo Shuhe fell silent, her eyes drifting downward to where the tip of her shoe gleamed faintly in the sunlight.
After a long pause, she sighed softly.
"Sister, have you thought about the consequences of this?"
Luo Shuning nodded, her head still bowed. "Yes... I spent all morning thinking in the garden..."
"I’m sorry, Shuhe. I was just... so afraid of losing Brother that I... I truly am sorry."
"I thought Sister was always so confident?" Luo Shuhe pressed.
"...Not at all." Luo Shuning’s voice was heavy. "I... realized a long time ago... about you and Brother..."
"But I didn’t let myself dwell on it... until you confronted me outright..."
"And then when you said you’d... take things further with Brother... I panicked. I didn’t know what to do..."
Silence settled between them once more.
Luo Shuhe swung her slender leg slightly, breaking the quiet. "If I really expose this, what will you do afterward?"
"Apologize. Keep apologizing, until you and Brother forgive me." Luo Shuning lifted her head, taking a deep breath, her expression more resolute than ever.
"But no matter the outcome, I won’t give up on these feelings."
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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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?!
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!
