"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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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!
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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?!
