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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
