"So the minister is a brother-con."
Huang Anlu watched Luo Shuling's eager, affectionate demeanor and immediately drew her conclusion.
To her, Luo Shuling's feelings for Gu Luo were purely sibling affection.
As the saying goes—hesitation is love, boldness is friendship.
Pair that with her straightforward personality.
Conclusion—Luo Shuling was a terminal case of brother-con.
"I am a brother-con, and my brother happens to be a sister-con—perfect," Luo Shuling declared without hesitation, as if it were a badge of honor.
"Cough..."
Gu Luo wasn’t as shameless as his sister. Hearing this, he felt a wave of embarrassment.
Seriously, why say such things in broad daylight?
"Makes sense, very logical." Huang Anlu’s gaze swept over the two before she added,
"Well then, Brother-con Comrade and Sister-con Comrade, shall we begin today’s club activity?"
"Mission accepted!" Luo Shuling instantly straightened up like a disciplined soldier, saluting with exaggerated seriousness—adorable yet ridiculous.
"Let’s go. Situ Wenyao first."
Huang Anlu turned on her heel and strode off without another word. The other two followed.
Not far ahead, they spotted Situ Wenyao holding a box of snow-skin mooncakes, enthusiastically handing them out to a group of kids.
"Big brother is the coolest!" a little girl with a bun hairstyle chirped.
"Password correct. Here’s yours."
Situ Wenyao nodded approvingly and handed her one.
"Big brother is the coolest!"
The child behind her immediately mimicked, shouting even louder.
"Password correct. Here you go."
He chuckled, reaching into the box again.
"Big brother is the coolest!"
"Password correct."
"..."
Watching the kids’ genuine delight, Situ Wenyao reveled in silent triumph—proof that the highest form of satisfaction came from the simplest flex.
Money really could buy children’s smiles.
Soon, the box was down to three mooncakes after multiple rounds of re-queueing.
Finally, he called a halt. Clearing his throat, he announced grandly, "Same time next week—spicy strips for everyone."
"Yay!"
"Big brother is the coolest!"
"Big brother is super cool!"
"..."
The kids erupted into cheers, jumping with joy.
What could possibly top free spicy strips?
Celebrities? Influencers? Pfft—nothing beats spicy strips.
"Situ Wenyao, club activity. Now."
Huang Anlu waited patiently for the noise to die down before calling out.
"Coming!" He grabbed a nearby cat carrier, still grinning, and jogged over.
"Here, have a mooncake."
"Bestie, saved you a matcha one."
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Meanwhile.
Lu Xuexue’s bedroom.
Anime posters plastered the walls, plushies dangled above the bed.
Gu Ximan lay sprawled on the soft mattress, kicking her slender, pale legs lazily as she devoured a manga.
Occasionally, she’d giggle at the plot.
Then—as if struck by lightning—she bolted upright. Her smile vanished, replaced by a deep frown.
"Wrong," she muttered.
"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"
Across the room, Lu Xuexue was sorting newly bought cosplay outfits and an assortment of white/black stockings.
Pausing, she turned. "Huh? What’s wrong, Manman?"
"Did my brother hold Shu Ning’s hand on stage earlier?!"
"Is that allowed?!"
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?"
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?!
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!
