Gu Panxi whispered, "It's not me. I'm on duty tomorrow."
The girl snorted coldly, "I don’t care. Your sister said you’d take over her shifts." She lowered her voice, "Don’t make trouble for yourself."
Gu Panxi lowered her head, recalling Fang Zhiyi’s threats, then mustered the courage to look up again. "Can I skip duty today...?"
A boy walked over and slung an arm around the girl. "What’s up, Xiaoya?"
Xiaoya pouted and swatted his hand. "It’s this nuisance. She’s supposed to be on duty but hid in the bathroom, leaving me to do everything alone."
The boy glanced at Gu Panxi and sneered. "You’re still doing duty? Just dump it all on her. Hey, ugly, you hear me? If you skip duty..." He reached out to shove Gu Panxi’s head, but his hand was caught mid-air.
"Who the hell—?" The boy turned and met a face full of hardened muscle.
His bravado instantly deflated. "X-Xu... Xu Jiabo."
"I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You got a death wish or what?" Fang Zhiyi swayed over, eyeing the boy. "Damn, your face looks punchable..."
He didn’t expect Xu Jiabo’s fist to slam into the boy’s face the next second, sending him crashing into the bathroom.
"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi blinked.
As Xu Jiabo moved to follow, Fang Zhiyi barked, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Huh? Boss, you said he looked punchable."
Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. "That was a figure of speech, you idiot. It means his face is annoying, not that you should actually punch him!"
Xu Jiabo nodded blankly. "Oh." But Fang Zhiyi knew—this guy didn’t get it at all. How could someone be so brainless?
Well, too late now.
"Listen up," Fang Zhiyi growled. "I’ve got unfinished business with her. I’m taking her. Any objections?"
Xiaoya shook her head frantically.
"Hey, Jiabo, check if that idiot’s knocked out."
Xu Jiabo ducked into the bathroom. A dull thud followed.
"He’s out!" Xu Jiabo announced, popping his head back out.
"You—!" Fang Zhiyi nearly choked on his rage. Whatever. This guy was a brute, a purebred musclehead.
"Tell that moron: no one touches who I bully. Got it?" Fang Zhiyi spat. Xiaoya nodded, terrified. She glanced at Gu Panxi, trembling in fear, and pitied her—how awful to be targeted by such a tyrant.
Dinner was the same as the past few days, except this time, Fang Zhiyi collected homework while Gu Panxi ate.
"Seriously? You think Mid-Autumn Festival commemorates Qu Yuan? Did his ghost whisper that to you?"
"No, the rabbits and chickens are in cages..."
One lackey grinned proudly. "Boss, I nailed this one. I even asked the top student in class."
"Nailed your ass! The question asks how many cages are needed, and you counted legs?!"
"Uh..."
Fang Zhiyi turned to berate another guy. He had to hand it to the original owner of this body—what kind of idiots had he recruited? Not a single useful one!
"It’s just basic multiplication," Gu Panxi mumbled through a mouthful of rice.
The lackey eyed her skeptically, then reread the problem. A lightbulb went off.
Fang Zhiyi squatted by the door, grumbling curses. Behind him, his lackeys bombarded Gu Panxi with questions.
Despite her timid nature, Gu Panxi was sharp. What they saw as impossible homework was child’s play to her.
But the punishment still loomed.
The Gu family had low expectations for Gu Panxi. Her late returns earned only scoldings—
"Now that you’re back with the Gus, drop your old habits."
"What kind of girl wanders around after school?"
—but Gu Xiaoxiao’s smooth-talking always shut them down, redirecting their praise to her "thoughtfulness."
Gu Panxi’s heart ached, but she bore it silently.
Fang Zhiyi never expected Gu Panxi to seek him out.
She offered to do his homework—if he stopped ambushing her.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Nah. I finish what I start."
Gu Xiaoxiao also approached him. "Bro Fang, isn’t harassing Gu Panxi every day going too far?"
Fang Zhiyi waved her off. "Too far? Ha! I’ve got worse. Don’t worry—this year, she’ll live in terror."
Gu Xiaoxiao’s eyes gleamed.
"Though her family might cause trouble..."
Gu Xiaoxiao patted her chest. "Leave that to me. I’ll handle them."
Fang Zhiyi pivoted. "I’m short on cash. It’s risky out there."
Gu Xiaoxiao was no fool. She knew Fang Zhiyi was scum—money talked. So she handed over her allowance. The Gus weren’t rich, but they spoiled her, and her allowance was hefty. To her, Gu Panxi’s misery was priceless. If she could drive her out of the Gu household? Even better. She’d never return to that shabby hovel with her greedy birth parents and that bleach-blond "brother."
She even struck a deal: periodic payments to fund Fang Zhiyi’s campaign.
With Gu Xiaoxiao’s backing, Fang Zhiyi grew bolder.
Yet things took a weird turn.
"Tietou, check this—is this the perimeter formula?"
"Does this verb need a continuous tense?"
"An 800-word book report? Can I just repeat one word 800 times?"
Fang Zhiyi’s lackeys, under his relentless pressure, traded weapons for textbooks. His methods were brutal—laps were just the warm-up. Next came weighted frog jumps, free-climbing, and threats of "testing skulls vs. bricks."
Even Gu Panxi wasn’t spared.
Refuse? Fang Zhiyi demonstrated brick-splitting with his bare hands.
Under his iron fist, everything changed.
They seized every chance to ask Gu Panxi for help. She answered patiently, seeing them as fellow victims of Fang Zhiyi’s tyranny.
As time passed, Gu Xiaoxiao felt her status solidify. With her covering, the family ignored Gu Panxi’s late returns, scolding her only in passing—moments Gu Xiaoxiao milked for her "kindness."
Gu Panxi, she knew, could never rival her now.
But something felt... off.
A rumor spread: a gang of delinquents was terrorizing students—brazenly cornering them after school.
Oddly, though, they never stole a dime.
They handed out the examination questions for others to solve.
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
