"Baby, there's a new skin out. I'll buy it for you."
"Hey hey, don't spend too much..."
"Baby, I wiped out three in the clutch. Am I good?"
"Amazing, absolutely amazing."
"Baby, I'll drop you a gun. I’ve got the cash."
"Got it."
"Baby, revive me quick!"
"Coming... Oh no, I died too..."
"..."
Gu Luo watched Luo Shuhe, who was acting completely unlike her usual self, with a smile lingering on his lips.
It reminded him inexplicably of their first date, when she’d called him "baby" over and over, grinning sweetly.
This contrast was like honey wrapped in ice—once you bit through, it burned with warmth.
Just imagine: a girl who seemed aloof and untouchable to everyone else, sweetly calling you "baby" in private. The feeling was beyond incredible.
Love really could change a person.
Of course, Gu Luo now felt like slapping himself for ever arrogantly telling Shuhe not to mimic Shu Ning’s gentleness.
The memory alone made his face burn with embarrassment.
At the same time, he thought of Little Man.
It was true—no matter what kind of girl she was, before and after falling in love, she’d inevitably be different.
Not that it was about changing or pretending.
It was just that the way you felt toward someone shifted with the relationship.
Love wasn’t about altering who you were—it was about shedding your armor for one special person.
Right now, Luo Shuhe was really, really, really, really happy.
Normally, she might still act a little domineering or reserved, but her heart had completely melted. She just wanted to cling to the one she loved like a little girl.
As they played, she even suggested teaming up to win over Shu Ning.
All for the sake of the person she loved.
Hearing this, Gu Luo felt warmth spread through his chest. Holding nothing back, he briefly recounted what had happened on the day he confessed.
Luo Shuhe had been there that day, so she knew the gist—though she’d been too far away to hear their conversation.
After listening, she sighed helplessly:
"Honestly, my sister... She’s so childish, so extreme. When something’s off, there’s always a reason—but her methods only end up fooling herself."
That was the truth. Anyone with eyes could see Luo Shuning’s intentions.
Luo Shuhe shook her head, then asked, "But baby, aren’t you bothered by that guy in the sports car? He took my sister away right after your confession."
At that, Gu Luo fell silent for a moment before leaning back in his gaming chair. "Of course it hurt. But Shu Ning has her own friends. Besides, that guy just happened to pass by and saw her crying—he probably thought I’d upset her."
Luo Shuhe teased, "Baby’s being pretty generous."
"Generous my ass." Gu Luo narrowed his eyes slightly. "I’m not generous at all. Understanding is one thing, but facts are facts. If I get the chance, I’ll settle the score."
That was why he could somewhat grasp Luo Shuning’s actions but hadn’t forgiven her.
Because facts were facts.
"Pfft."
Luo Shuhe couldn’t help laughing, finding Gu Luo’s jealousy adorable. With a meaningful tone, she said, "Baby might get to see him soon. Then you can really get your payback."
"Hope so."
They played a little longer before quitting the game, chatting for a while after.
Then Luo Shuhe noticed Gu Luo opening a document and typing four characters: "Lord of the Mysteries."
"Lord of the Mysteries?"
She murmured the title, puzzled.
Gu Luo, mentally sorting through the novels he’d bought from the system, explained, "Yeah, I want to... write a novel. Make a little money."
"My support isn’t enough?" Luo Shuhe perked up, standing and straddling his lap, her breath warm against his ear. "What, don’t want to live off your little sister?"
"It’s not the same. I kinda want to try spoiling you with my own money."
"Then I’ll give you money, and you can spoil me with it."
"Nope. Only counts if I earn it myself."
"Fine." Luo Shuhe didn’t push further, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her warm breath, laced with the scent of white tea, tickled his neck.
"Now baby has two choices. One: start writing that novel. Two: come to bed and play the undressing game."
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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.”
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?"
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!
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.
