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.
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?!
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!
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!
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?"
