Three days had passed since the school anniversary.
Saturday.
Early morning.
Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains early, casting golden patches on the bedroom floor.
Luo Shuling slowly pushed open the window, and the crisp morning air instantly flooded the room, carrying the coolness and fragrance unique to dawn.
Taking a deep breath, her heart swelled with contentment.
Outside, the sky was a gem-like blue, unmarred by even a wisp of cloud, so pure it was impossible not to gaze at it a little longer.
It was a rare, beautiful day.
Her mood was radiant.
She had woken up earlier than usual today.
After basking in the warm sunlight by the window for a while, Luo Shuling picked up her phone from the bedside table, opened a short video app, and tapped on the pinned post.
The video's metrics were impressive.
2.34 million likes, 340,000 comments, 170,000 saves, and 1.68 million shares.
As the video played, the high-pitched, stirring cry of a phoenix burst from the phone.
Luo Shuling immediately felt an electric current shoot up her spine, her entire body breaking out in goosebumps.
After a full-body shiver, she was left with an overwhelming sense of exhilaration.
No matter how many times she listened to Gu Luo’s rendition of Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix, it never failed to give her chills.
It was a resonance that came from the soul.
Online, countless people were attempting to mimic Gu Luo’s performance, yet most couldn’t even finish the piece.
A few seasoned suona players managed to play it through—though at the cost of nearly exhausting themselves—but their renditions felt lackluster in comparison, as if they were mechanically repeating notes without the soul-stirring power Gu Luo infused into every phrase.
Once people had experienced Gu Luo’s mastery, listening to others felt like downgrading from a gourmet feast to plain rice and boiled vegetables.
Thanks to this video, Gu Luo had exploded in popularity overnight.
His striking looks and extraordinary suona skills had catapulted him into the spotlight.
The comment section was buzzing—half praising the mind-blowing performance, the other half gushing over his irresistible charm.
This video had universal appeal, captivating everyone from eighty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old girls.
And those in between? Already hopelessly smitten.
The comments were flooded with requests for more details about the mysterious performer.
Under the guidance of the leader of Gu Luo’s fan club, admirers began sharing photos of him from school life.
These snapshots captured him in all kinds of everyday moments—
Dunking a basketball with effortless grace, sprinting across the soccer field with electrifying speed, or lost in a book with an air of quiet intellect.
There were even candid shots of him eating, walking, or drinking water—no moment was left undocumented.
And every photo came with flirtatious captions.
This unleashed a wave of hidden thirst in the online community.
As the one who had filmed the original video, Luo Shuling also saw a massive surge in followers.
"My brother is just so handsome..."
Listening to the soaring notes of Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix and watching Gu Luo’s magnetic presence on screen, Luo Shuling couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
Yet, she felt the word "handsome" fell short of capturing his essence.
His allure seemed to transcend language, defying all known adjectives.
One thing puzzled her, though—despite looking the same, the way he carried himself on and off stage felt entirely different.
As she listened, a slow smile spread across her face.
Her joy wasn’t just because of the lovely weather.
Tomorrow, she and her brother would be participating in a community service club activity together.
Just thinking about it made her heart dance.
"Come faster, tomorrow~ Come faster, tomorrow~"
Humming a cheerful tune, Luo Shuling skipped out of her room like a carefree little bird.
The moment she bounced into the bathroom, she saw Gu Luo drying his face with a towel.
Clearly, he had just finished washing up.
"Morning, bro!"
Seeing him, her happiness dialed up another notch as she hopped over to his side.
"Morning, little sunshine. You’re up early today."
Gu Luo couldn’t help but smile at his lively little sister.
This feeling was unique—only Luo Shuling could bring it out in him.
Without realizing it, he’d started calling her "little sunshine," a nickname that suited her perfectly.
His gaze, however, was momentarily drawn to her legs.
She was wearing a simple sports bra and shorts, her exposed legs showcasing toned, sculpted lines that were nothing short of striking.
From her ankles up, the muscles tapered gracefully, the curves of her calves flowing seamlessly without a single harsh angle.
Higher up, her thighs revealed even more definition, radiating vitality and strength.
Perfection.
Luo Shuling embodied the very essence of youthful energy and vigor.
"You must run or work out often, Shuling?"
Gu Luo allowed himself a brief moment of appreciation before looking away.
A glance was admiration; staring would be rude.
"Yep! I run to school every day, and at night I do yoga in my room—leg lifts, crunches, planks, you name it..."
As she spoke, she grabbed the hem of her sports bra and, without hesitation, lifted it just below her chest, revealing the well-defined lines of her abs.
Her toned midsection looked like it had been chiseled by a master sculptor, each contour perfectly balanced, her skin taut and elastic—a testament to her disciplined routine.
This time, Gu Luo found it hard to tear his eyes away.
He knew his little sunshine was fit, but he hadn’t expected this level of fitness.
She was effortlessly cool and utterly captivating.
Reluctantly shifting his gaze, he murmured, "That’s seriously impressive..."
"Hehe!"
Pleased by the praise, Luo Shuling let her bra fall back into place and popped her pre-pasted toothbrush into her mouth.
As she brushed, she swayed happily, like a human embodiment of pure joy.
Watching her, Gu Luo couldn’t help but smile fondly again.
Being around his carefree little sunshine was always so effortless. No overthinking, no complications—just keeping her happy and fed.
No emotional minefields, no tangled feelings.
Just pure, mutual appreciation.
And of course, he couldn’t leave her to brush her teeth alone.
A quick squeeze of toothpaste—such a small thing.
"Your hair’s all messy from sleep."
Noticing the way her hair stuck up in places, Gu Luo reached out and gently smoothed it down.
Her hair was silky soft, gliding under his fingers like the finest silk.
"I slep pillow"
Luo Shuling couldn't help but squint her eyes and giggle foolishly as her head was patted, mumbling some incoherent gibberish.
"Finish brushing first, no rush. I'm not going anywhere."
Gu Luo was amused by her silly, dorky expression.
As expected, the most comforting moments were these ordinary, everyday interactions with his little sister.
"Pfft."
After spitting out the toothpaste foam, Luo Shuling grinned and said, "What I was trying to say earlier is that I’m a restless sleeper. Sometimes I end up hugging my pillow in my sleep."
"Is that so? Then you’re just like Ximan—neither of you sleeps soundly."
Gu Luo said it aloud, but inwardly, he thought that if it were an angel or a demon, they’d probably sleep obediently.
"By the way, bro, are you allergic to cat or dog fur?"
"Not allergic. Why do you ask?" Gu Luo replied, then suddenly remembered something. "Is this about tomorrow’s club activity?"
"Yep!"
Just thinking about those adorable little creatures made Luo Shuling break into another goofy smile.
"I see. So then—" Gu Luo was about to continue when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
Turning around, he was met with an exquisitely expressionless face.
A true little demon—she moved without making a sound.
"Morning, Shuhe. You’re up early today too."
"Morning, brother."
Luo Shuhe responded softly.
After the greeting, she immediately pointed at her reflection in the mirror and stated flatly, "Brother, my hair is messy."
Hearing this, Gu Luo quickly reached for the wooden comb nearby and handed it to her.
But the next second, he was met with a frosty glare.
"Ahem..."
Gu Luo couldn’t handle that look and was about to start combing her hair himself when—
At that very moment.
A gentle voice sounded from behind.
"Brother, let me."
Meanwhile.
In the bedroom near the staircase.
"Stupid big bro... no way..."
"I... don’t like you at all..."
"But if you insist... I guess it’s fine..."
Gu Ximan sprawled haphazardly across the bed, drool glistening at the corner of her lips, her face lit with a sweet smile.
Clearly, she was having a lovely dream.
A dream out of season.
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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?"
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...
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?!
