"Xuexue, what are you doing here? Waiting for someone?"
Lu Xuexue sat on the pearwood bench in the first-floor corridor, her slender legs clad in white thigh-high socks pressed together. Hearing a passing female classmate greet her, she smiled and nodded. "Yes, waiting for someone."
"Alright, I’ll head to the art studio first."
"Mm, bye."
After bidding farewell to her classmate, Lu Xuexue let out a soft sigh and leaned back against the bench, tilting her head to gaze at the ceiling. The elastic bands of her white thigh-high socks left gentle indentations on her calves.
Her eyes were filled with worry.
How was Manman doing up on the rooftop with Brother Gu Luo?
Would she cry?
She never expected Brother Gu Luo’s confession would be directed at Shu Ning.
Not only that, but he’d been rejected.
This should have been good news for her, yet Lu Xuexue couldn’t bring herself to feel happy.
Brother Gu Luo must be really upset.
And Manman was heartbroken over it too.
Lost in her thoughts, Lu Xuexue’s phone suddenly vibrated.
She glanced at it and immediately stood up, hurrying toward the stairs.
A few minutes later.
Lu Xuexue pushed against the rooftop door, finding it blocked by something.
But with a little effort, she managed to open it.
Peeking her head in cautiously, she saw Gu Ximan waving excitedly at her:
"Xuexue, you’re here! Remember to block the door again."
Lu Xuexue blinked in confusion. Her best friend’s cheeks were flushed like a little fox that had secretly sipped wine, and she couldn’t understand why Manman seemed so cheerful.
Despite her bewilderment, she obediently used an empty bucket to block the door again, then walked over to the two with a blush, her steps slow and hesitant.
"Brother Gu, good afternoon."
Her voice was soft and shy.
"Have a seat, Xuexue."
Gu Luo smiled and patted the empty space beside him.
Only now did he finally understand why Lu Xuexue was always blushing around him.
The reason was simple—it was the bashfulness of a young girl in front of the person she liked.
"Mm."
Lu Xuexue sat down obediently, only for Gu Luo to continue, "Xuexue, do you like me?"
Huh?!
At those words, Lu Xuexue stiffened. A flush spread from her earlobes down to her neck, and even her legs, wrapped in white thigh-high socks, tensed up.
She turned into a blushing mess on the spot, too flustered to speak.
"Calm down, calm down."
Just as he had done earlier with Gu Ximan, Gu Luo gently patted her back before explaining everything simply.
Finally, he sighed. "Xuexue, thank you for always taking care of Manman."
Laying it all out.
No more hiding.
Everything was laid bare on the table.
Willing or unwilling—there was no in-between.
Otherwise, it would only lead to endless misunderstandings and pain.
Gu Luo’s mindset had undergone a complete transformation.
He had never been a so-called "pure love warrior." His past inability to reject Shu He outright was proof enough.
He had been too indecisive, deceiving himself while sinking deeper into a lucid downfall, retreating until there was nowhere left to retreat—until he hurt both himself and others.
Of course, this didn’t mean Gu Luo would accept just anyone now.
The prerequisite was that he had to genuinely like the girl.
And Xuexue fit that condition perfectly.
Who wouldn’t adore a wealthy little lolita in white thigh-high socks who blushed every time she saw you and shyly called you "Brother Gu"?
Not to mention they had known each other for years, she was Manman’s best friend, and she made delicious desserts.
Lu Xuexue kept her head lowered, her face still burning. Though she was a little surprised that Brother Gu liked both Shu Ning and Shu He, she didn’t feel much resistance to the idea.
For her, Manman was also a leap from 0 to 1.
Seeing that neither girl objected, Gu Luo grew bolder. He wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders and said softly,
"Once I’ve sorted things out, I’ll respond to your feelings properly. Consider tomorrow a small compensation."
Achievement unlocked—one arm around each beauty.
Gu Luo, now holding two soft, fragrant girls close, felt a little dazed. He never expected Manman to be so agreeable from start to finish, not even protesting his scumbag behavior.
At first, he hadn’t dared to tell her about Shu Ning, let alone imagine holding them both like this.
Something felt off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Time passed second by second.
The three chatted, their words flowing effortlessly.
The setting sun wove golden threads through their overlapping shadows.
Gu Luo gazed at the distant school building, now bathed in honeyed light, and suddenly realized—
Some shackles, once broken, don’t lead to an abyss.
Sometimes, they reveal an unexpected warmth, sunlit and tender.
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lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

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.”

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!

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?"