"Quiet, quiet!"
As the students in the class chattered and whispered among themselves, Teacher Liu clapped his broad hands "thump thump" against the blackboard.
In an instant, the classroom fell silent, as if someone had hit the mute button.
All eyes turned to him.
Teacher Liu crossed his arms and announced, "Before we head out, I have a few rules."
"First: The next two periods are followed by a long break. You are to play properly—no studying allowed!"
"Second: If you get tired, go admire the flowers in the garden, feed the fish in the pond, buy snacks from the convenience store, or even barge into the principal’s office and pick a fight with him. Hell, find a quiet corner to flirt if you want—just don’t you dare study!"
"Third: If I catch anyone secretly grinding away at their books, you’ll face the consequences!"
To emphasize his point, he flexed his well-defined biceps and raised his voice:
"Understood?"
"Understood!"
The class responded in unison, their voices loud and synchronized.
They didn’t just understand—they understood perfectly.
"Not loud enough! I said, do you understand?!" Teacher Liu demanded again, clearly unsatisfied.
"YES! SIR!"
This time, the boys in the class roared with enthusiasm, their voices thunderous enough to shake the ceiling and echo through the entire floor.
Students passing by Class 2-8 couldn’t help but peek inside. When they saw the figure at the front was none other than the infamous P.E. teacher, Teacher Liu, they immediately understood—and couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.
Teacher Liu was legendary at Guangya Academy for his unorthodox methods.
His favorite pastime? Stealing classes from the main subject teachers—provided they were absent, of course—and letting his students run wild, encouraging them to burn off energy and embrace the joys of youth.
He was a firm believer in "happy education," convinced that students thrived best when they were having fun.
To the thousands of students at Guangya Academy, he was nothing short of a dream teacher.
And Class 2-8 was one of the lucky ones.
"Alright, go grab equipment from the sports shed," Teacher Liu commanded with a sweeping gesture, like a general signaling the charge.
In the blink of an eye, most of the boys had already bolted out of the classroom.
They moved so fast it was as if they were starving beggars sprinting toward a free meal.
Their excitement was palpable.
Though school life was usually relaxed, the chance to trade their math teacher’s class for an extended play session on the field? That was next-level happiness.
It was like how some people didn’t even like snacks, but if they stole them from a friend, suddenly they tasted amazing.
The thrill of snatched joy always hit different.
"Bro! Bro!"
While the others stampeded toward the door, Situ Wenyao made a beeline for Gu Luo.
"Bro, no time to explain—get on the hype train!"
Pacing in place like an over-caffeinated puppy, he chanted excitedly:
"Basketball! Basketball! Basketball!"
He could barely contain his excitement.
Soul fusion!
"Wenyao... I know you’re hyped, but chill," Gu Luo said, his eyebrow twitching.
For some reason, every time he saw Situ Wenyao, he felt an overwhelming urge to punch him.
It was bizarre—like Wenyao had some kind of innate punchability aura.
Back at Caizhou Academy, Gu Luo had barely touched a basketball.
But within two days of transferring to Guangya, Situ Wenyao had already dragged him onto the court—always during peak free time, like long breaks.
Before he knew it, more and more girls started showing up to watch him play.
And just like that, he became infamous.
Rumor had it he even had a fan club now.
Not that he could confirm.
"Bro, I’m serious—I’m dying here," Wenyao whined, his pacing accelerating like a wind-up toy gone haywire.
He hadn’t had his fix in two whole days!
The weekend had been torture—every minute felt like an eternity.
Today, he was getting his satisfaction, no matter what.
Especially since it was P.E. class—maybe they could even play soccer with another class.
Basketball was great, but variety was the spice of life.
If you always used your hands, why not switch it up and use your feet for once?
Wasn’t that just a different kind of satisfaction?
"..."
Clenched.
Gu Luo’s fist tightened involuntarily.
He had a strong suspicion Wenyao was imagining something weird—and highly punch-worthy.
But he had no proof.
"Sorry, Wenyao," Gu Luo said, mentally running through a list of ways to throttle him while keeping his tone apologetic. "Not today. I’ve got something to discuss with... Yue Mom."
The moment the words left his mouth, both Situ Wenyao and Shen Yue froze.
"Yue Mom?"
Wenyao’s eyes flicked to Shen Yue, intrigued.
Well, well—looks like he was gaining another mom.
The ultimate way to immerse yourself in the experience? Adopt everything about the other person.
That was how you maximized the fun.
Shen Yue suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed, her cheeks flushing red in an instant.
She never expected Gu Luo to call her "Yue Mom" in front of others.
Wasn’t that just a little inside joke between the two of them?
Did that mean Gu Luo was implying...?
The more Shen Yue thought about it, the more her mind spiraled into chaos—though overall, excitement and joy took the upper hand.
Realizing she needed to play along, she quickly chimed in, "Situ Wenyao, sorry, but Gu Luo and I have something to discuss later. I really can’t play basketball with you right now."
Her voice carried a hint of shyness, mixed with a touch of sweetness, as if she was savoring this special role.
"Ah... I see..." Situ Wenyao instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, stumbling backward a couple of steps.
The sight even made Shen Yue feel a little guilty.
She hadn’t realized how much Situ Wenyao wanted to hang out with Gu Luo.
Internally, she marveled at the depth of their friendship.
"My dearest friend, just... hurry up with your talk. I’ll... endure a little longer..." Situ Wenyao gasped dramatically, his face twisted with the solemn determination of a man marching to his doom.
...?
Gu Luo slowly raised an eyebrow, his expression morphing into pure confusion.
Endure what?
Was this even Chinese anymore?
Why couldn’t he understand a single word of this?
Situ Wenyao’s thought process was utterly baffling.
"Alright, Yue Mom, let’s head to the field first," Gu Luo said to Shen Yue, who was still blushing beside him.
He couldn’t make sense of Situ Wenyao’s nonsense right now, so he decided not to bother.
They had more important things to discuss.
"Okay."
Shen Yue nodded, following Gu Luo as they walked out of the classroom.
Left alone, Situ Wenyao muttered to himself.
"Yue Mom..."
Suddenly, his eyes lit up as if he’d stumbled upon a groundbreaking revelation.
Wait!
Hold on!
This was the perfect setup!
A golden opportunity for satisfaction!
It hit him—Shen Yue had clearly become much brighter lately, often smiling.
A far cry from her usual reserved self.
And she was the girl closest to Gu Luo, no less.
Envy of the entire female student body.
Deeper, deeper! Let the immersion continue!
Now, he was the most handsome transfer student at Guangya Academy, the campus heartthrob who never judged others by looks or physique. He openly spent time with Shen Yue, unbothered by gossip.
And under the warmth of his genuine friendship, Shen Yue had blossomed—becoming cheerful, confident, and secretly planting seeds of admiration for him in her heart.
From now on, her eyes would be fixed on him alone!!!
Ah... bliss...
Yes, this was the feeling...
Oh yes, oh YES!
Situ Wenyao shuddered with delight, the sheer novelty of this scenario sending tingles down his spine.
His dearest friend truly was the grandmaster of subtle flexing, effortlessly winning others’ deepest affections and respect without lifting a finger.
The most lethal flexes were the silent ones.
This scenario had his full approval.
The more he immersed himself, the more he grasped the profound art of his friend’s effortless superiority.
In his heart, Situ Wenyao vowed to surpass the master—to one day execute the most flawless flex of all time.
A premonition told him that day was near.
And when it came, the world would tremble before him, his brilliance undeniable!
"Hah..."
Ecstasy! Pure ecstasy!
To make the coming high even sweeter, he decided to rally the boys and taunt their rivals on the soccer field later.
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
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?"
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...
