"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Gu Luo placed his backpack into the desk drawer before turning to Shen Yue, who looked unusually listless.
"No..."
Shen Yue shook her head slowly, as if trying to shake off some unpleasant emotion, then forced herself to straighten up, pretending nothing was wrong.
"Did something happen in class?" Gu Luo's confusion deepened at her demeanor, and he lowered his voice to ask, "The atmosphere feels a bit off today."
At this, Shen Yue merely pursed her lips slightly. "...You'll find out soon enough."
Last night, her phone had been bombarded with notifications for the first time—several girls had messaged her one after another, asking about Gu Luo's preferences.
For example, what snacks he liked.
Shen Yue had stared at the messages in a daze, unsure how to respond. In the end, she just repeated the list of snacks she had given him the day before as part of their "friendship fee."
But as soon as the girls heard, they immediately declared they'd be bringing snacks for Gu Luo the next day.
Shen Yue felt her blood pressure spike as she read their replies.
But the messages were already sent—there was no taking them back.
Besides, even if she hadn't said anything, those girls would probably have sent snacks to Gu Luo anyway.
Right then.
Just as Gu Luo was puzzling over the situation, several girls stood up simultaneously. Led by the English class representative, Feng Youqing, they marched toward him like a well-trained squad—each carrying a small bag of snacks.
The moment he saw this, he instantly understood what was happening.
A wry smile tugged at his heart.
This was way too enthusiastic.
"Gu Luo, as the new student in our class, this is our welcome gift for you," Feng Youqing said cheerfully, placing her snacks on his desk with a grin. "We saw how much you enjoyed snacks yesterday, so we decided to make them our gift!"
At the same time, the other girls crowded around, chattering excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah! You have to accept them, Gu Luo!" one girl said, blinking her big eyes expectantly.
"It's our heartfelt gesture," another chimed in.
"I brought chocolates and strawberry cookies—they're super tasty!" A third eagerly showed off the contents of her bag.
"......"
Faced with this lively, overly enthusiastic group, Gu Luo maintained a polite smile while his mind raced for a way to tactfully decline.
After all, the sheer amount of snacks was overwhelming.
But since they'd framed it as a "welcome gift," outright refusal would be awkward.
Left with no choice, Gu Luo smiled gratefully. "Thank you all. I’ll accept them this time."
"Youqing, you’re amazing! Gu Luo actually took them!" A girl excitedly patted Feng Youqing’s shoulder.
"Great! Let’s make feeding Gu Luo a regular thing!"
"Totally! Just thinking about it makes me feel all motherly," another girl gushed, covering her flushed cheeks.
"Pfft—motherly? More like—" The girl paused, then leaned in with a mischievous whisper, "You just wanna devour him!"
"Ah! You’re the worst!" The teased girl turned bright red and playfully swatted at her.
"Hahaha!"
The two dissolved into giggles.
Meanwhile, Gu Luo, surrounded by this flock of chattering girls, could only force a strained smile.
At this proximity, he heard every shameless remark loud and clear—and they weren’t even trying to hide it.
Gu Luo fell silent. He hadn’t expected a charm stat of 9 to have such an exaggerated effect.
What would 10 be like?
If he used a charm boost card to push it to 20, would people literally drop dead from his looks?
The thought was terrifying.
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Being this handsome did grant some... unconventional advantages.
Take Qu Meimei, for example. Yesterday, he hadn’t bothered replying to her until 10 PM—right before gaming.
And yet, she’d responded instantly.
Not only that, she’d already submitted his club application for him, telling him to just show up the next day.
As if afraid he’d run away.
Then came the endless stream of small talk and over-the-top concern.
Gu Luo, busy gaming, had mostly ignored her.
But instead of getting upset, she’d doubled down—flooding him with even more messages full of warmth and random topics.
He was baffled.
Could looks really influence people this much?
He was only, like, a tiny bit more attractive than 99% of the population.
Guess that research was right—women were seven times more visually driven than men.
At this point, Gu Luo could only resign himself to the absurdity.
Such were the struggles of excessive charm.
"Gu Luo, why so spaced out? Super happy, huh?" Feng Youqing teased, nudging his shoulder with familiar ease.
"Ah..." Gu Luo snapped back to reality. Eyeing the mountain of snacks on his desk, he paused before offering a gentle smile.
"Thank you all so much for the gifts. I’ll make sure to return the kindness."
"But honestly, I don’t eat that many snacks—Shen Yue’s already got me covered."
"Really, though, I appreciate it."
He kept his tone warm and sincere, subtly hinting that future snack deliveries weren’t necessary.
After all, they meant well—rejection required finesse.
Hearing this, Shen Yue—who’d been staring out the window—jolted slightly. The complicated emotions weighing on her instantly brightened.
She straightened up, ears practically perked.
In contrast, the girls’ expressions faltered for a split second. They exchanged glances, smiles dimming briefly before bouncing back.
Gu Luo exchanged a few more polite pleasantries, finally managing—with considerable effort—to usher them back to their seats.
Exhausting.
After stashing the snacks in his drawer and backpack, he turned to Shen Yue, still gazing outside, and grinned playfully.
"What, no friendship fee today?"
At once, Shen Yue whipped around, movements almost frantic, as if desperate to correct the misunderstanding.
She waved her hands, insisting that wasn’t the case, then swiftly pulled out her own stash.
"Today’s got meat floss cake, fruit daifuku, and..."
She rattled off the list like a menu before dumping everything into Gu Luo’s drawer—now officially packed to the brim.
"Thanks." Gu Luo smiled, then pulled a carton of milk from his bag and set it on her desk.
Although it was Luo Shuning's kind gesture, it still needed to be arranged reasonably.
Drinking three bottles of milk a day was clearly a bit excessive.
Even for "nourishing the body," there was no need to go that far.
"Is this for me?" Shen Yue stared blankly at the milk on the table, her eyes filled with surprise and delight.
"Yes, it's a mutual exchange. Though this milk definitely can't compare to the snacks you gave me."
"No, no."
Shen Yue quickly denied the statement, as if afraid Gu Luo would misunderstand her as being ungrateful.
Then she immediately grabbed the milk.
Since childhood, she had always been the one giving snacks to others—rarely did anyone share things with her.
Seeing this, Gu Luo blinked and smiled. "Do you really like milk? Then I'll bring you a bottle every day from now on."
Though it did feel a little wrong to casually pass on the little angel's goodwill to someone else.
But, as they say, there really was no way to drink that much.
Waste was shameful.
"Okay..."
Shen Yue suppressed the emotions welling up inside her and nodded gently, carefully placing the milk in her drawer.
Compared to her initial listlessness, she now seemed full of energy.
Even though it was basically her giving things to Gu Luo one-sidedly, she was still incredibly, overwhelmingly happy.
After all, the other girls didn’t even get the chance to "feed" him.
That secret sense of pride and smugness surged in her heart once again.
Meanwhile, at that very moment...
Situ Wenyao, sitting in the front row, had slumped over his desk, his body trembling slightly.
So good... so damn good.
He had been observing Gu Luo the entire time, imagining himself in Gu Luo's shoes—the handsome transfer student surrounded by adoring girls.
He reveled in the fantasy of being swarmed by girls offering him treats, gracefully declining them, all while basking in the subtle envy of the male classmates.
This feeling... was just too amazing.
The most lethal kind of flex was the subtle one.
In his heart, Situ Wenyao had already enshrined Gu Luo as the grandmaster of the flex game.
He felt he was still too inexperienced in the art of flexing—there was still a long way to go.
But as long as he kept imagining himself as Gu Luo, he could slowly grasp his techniques.
Maybe even surpass the master one day.
So good...
............
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ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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...
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.”
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?"
