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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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?"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
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