Gu Luo didn’t spell things out too clearly.
After all, matters of the heart followed a first-come-first-served principle—he needed to confess his feelings to Shu Ning first.
And then…
Well, that would make him a scumbag.
A total scumbag, really.
But even so, Gu Luo couldn’t bring himself to give up on either Shu Ning or Shu He.
From that peculiar sixth sense and the lingering fear in his heart, he had finally come to terms with his own feelings.
And he was prepared to spend the rest of his life making it up to the two sisters—even if it meant risking a broken leg.
Of course, if he succeeded, he’d keep their three-way relationship under wraps for as long as possible. Only when the truth couldn’t be hidden any longer would he come clean.
And then get his leg broken by his old man.
A bone fracture takes a hundred days to heal—three months on crutches as a cripple.
"Legs, my apologies in advance."
Gu Luo chuckled lightly, patted his thighs, and strode out of the bathroom.
When he returned to the classroom, he saw Situ Wenyao slumped over the P.E. monitor’s seat, twitching slightly, while the P.E. monitor himself sat in Situ’s spot, looking eager for action.
Spotting Gu Luo, the P.E. monitor waved his arm.
"Hurry up, man. You’re not… cough…"
He had been about to tease, "You’re not weak in the kidneys, are you?" but swallowed the words at the last second.
In front of the school goddess, he had to maintain some dignity.
"P.E. monitor, crush that normie!"
"P.E. monitor, crush that normie!"
"TV, crush that normie!"
"TV, crush that normie!"
"......"
Led by the class president, more and more guys joined in the chanting.
Of course, while most of them were envious deep down, they were mostly just here for the spectacle.
To students from ordinary schools, anyone studying at Guangya could already be considered a "normie"—a life winner.
Either they came from wealthy families, had powerful connections, or were just exceptionally talented.
But compared to them, Gu Luo was the ultimate normie, the epitome of success.
"Go, Luo Luo!"
Feng Youqing, representing the girls, refused to be outdone and led the cheering.
The girls quickly followed suit:
"Go, God Gu!"
"Go, God Gu!"
"Go, big bro!"
"Go, God Gu!"
"Go, brother!"
"Go, you jerk Gu Luo!"
"......"
What was supposed to be an ordinary arm-wrestling match had somehow escalated into a battle of the century.
Maybe it was because a weight had been lifted from his heart, but Gu Luo couldn’t help smiling at the scene.
His gaze finally settled on Luo Shuning.
Honestly, he felt incredibly guilty.
But.
Since he was already prepared to risk a broken leg, he couldn’t give up on either sister.
When Shu Ning found out he was two-timing, she’d be heartbroken.
So he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to her.
Luo Shuning noticed Gu Luo’s gaze and offered a faint smile before instinctively looking away.
Shame.
Overwhelming shame.
She had failed her brother and Shu He.
When Gu Luo discovered she was a lying, deceitful girl, he’d be devastated.
So she’d spend the rest of her life making it up to him.
Gu Luo thought Shu Ning seemed a little off but didn’t dwell on it. He took his seat and slowly extended his arm.
The P.E. monitor said nothing, doing the same.
Their hands locked tightly.
"Gu Luo, I’m going all out from the start."
The P.E. monitor gave a fair warning.
His arm muscles were hard-earned, nothing like Situ Wenyao’s amateur build.
And he’d always scoffed at the fan club leader’s claims.
That nonsense about Gu Luo being the real reason they won the tug-of-war, that he was freakishly strong—
What a joke. Tug-of-war was all about stance, body weight, and friction with the ground.
"Got it."
Gu Luo nodded slightly.
But he wasn’t taking it seriously at all.
He was a cheat, after all.
"Go, Luo Luo!"
Feng Youqing, acting as referee, shamelessly cheered for him first before counting down:
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
The next second, the P.E. monitor roared as he exerted force, his shoulders sinking violently, his entire upper body shaking.
Veins bulged along his arm like earthworms crawling under his skin, his wrist bones seemingly ready to burst through.
But Gu Luo’s arm remained as immovable as steel welded to the table. No matter how red the P.E. monitor’s face turned, Gu Luo’s wrist didn’t budge an inch.
What the… hell?
Gu Luo’s expression was calm, the second button of his uniform undone, revealing a sliver of pale skin.
He didn’t even flex his arm muscles—just curled his fingers slightly before suddenly clamping down—
The P.E. monitor stared into Gu Luo’s pitch-black eyes, seeing his own stunned reflection, before an overwhelming force crushed his wrist.
He didn’t even have time to react before his arm was slammed onto the desk, his elbow hitting the wood with a dull thud.
The whole thing took three seconds.
Three… three-second man?
The P.E. monitor never thought he’d be a three-second man.
He’d wanted to show off in front of Gu Ximan and Feng Youqing.
But this was not how he imagined it going.
"Damn, that was awesome!"
Feng Youqing was the first to give a thumbs-up.
"God Gu’s so strong—I love it."
One bold, starry-eyed girl blurted out without restraint.
"If you love him, then I love him too."
"Same here."
"Well, if you all love him, I’ll join in."
"......"
The girls chattered away without a hint of embarrassment.
Like the saying "you can’t punish everyone," they all took verbal liberties with Gu Luo—just for fun.
Gu Ximan had been smiling at first, watching that jerk Gu Luo win so effortlessly. But hearing these hussies chime in with "I love him too," her smile vanished instantly.
"Impressive. I admit defeat."
The P.E. monitor rubbed his sore wrist, forcing a bitter smile.
That strength was just unreal.
Like a damn grizzly bear.
Seeing their strongest guy get one-shotted, the guys who’d been here for the laughs didn’t know how to react anymore.
And now they realized—Haji Yao holding out against Gu Luo earlier was actually impressive.
Meanwhile, Situ Wenyao twitched a couple more times.
Blissfully wrecked.
Gu Luo grinned, about to say something modest, when the P.E. monitor suddenly changed the subject with a playful grin:
"Hey, Gu Luo, if four girls came to pick you up, who would you go with?"
He’d noticed all four goddesses were holding umbrellas.
The meaning couldn’t be clearer.
Four options—pick one!
Seizing the opportunity, the guys immediately revived the fun, imitating the classic "Western Guangdong big cousin" accent:
"Big cuz~~~ which lil’ sis you gonna leave with, huh~~~?"
"Yeah, big cuz~~~ got four lil’ sises waitin’ for ya~~~"
"......"
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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?"
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
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
