Shen Suning's voice was gentle, but the possessiveness and protectiveness within it were so thick they could not be dissolved.
She leaned against Qin Hao's embrace, simply tilting her head slightly as her mature, charming eyes swept lightly over Qin Kexin.
"Your... Hao Hao?"
Qin Kexin's entire body stiffened. She looked at Qin Hao, her voice trembling, "Qin Hao, who... who exactly is she to you?"
Qin Kexin's heart clenched tight. She had finally let herself fall for someone, yet this damn bastard had made her lose so completely.
In the stands, the group of Qin family geniuses had just recovered from the shock of Qin Zhantian being defeated by Qin Hao with a single punch, only to immediately have their full attention drawn by this sudden scene.
Everyone's gazes uniformly focused on Qin Hao, Shen Suning, and Qin Kexin. A bizarre sense of excitement permeated the air.
"Holy crap, is this the domestic flower clashing with the wild flower? Remember when the Emperor Son's domestic and wild flowers clashed before? These are two completely different people from last time."
"I am literally crying. The Emperor Son's life is my dream. Both of them are so beautiful, and the previous two were also peerless beauties, yet they all revolve around the Emperor Son alone."
"Hmph, I don't hold any expectations anymore. Last time I saw a scene like this, I was looking forward to the drama so much. And what happened? With just one sentence, the Emperor Son completely tamed them. It will probably be the same this time. Heh, women~"
Qin Hao reached out and wrapped his arm around Shen Suning's waist. Shen Suning cooperatively rested her head against Qin Hao's chest.
Qin Hao looked Qin Kexin up and down, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he smiled and asked:
"Miss Kexin, what obligation do I have to explain to you who she is? What is the relationship between you and me? From what angle, from what standpoint, do you come running out here to question me?"
What right did she have to question him? Hearing this, Qin Kexin's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something but found she could not utter a single word.
That was right, in what capacity was she questioning Qin Hao? A rented Dao companion? But Qin Hao had come looking for her time and time again, only to be shut out by her every time. Although she had secretly hoped to see him, the words she actually spoke were always rejecting him.
Seeing Qin Kexin's wavering state, Qin Hao suddenly smiled.
In that smile, there was a bit of self-deprecation, as well as a touch of coldness.
"I wanted to see you many times, but was repeatedly shut out by you. Your words were full of disgust towards me; you looked down on me and never gave me a good look."
"I also wanted to properly manage the relationship between us, trying to approach you by catering to your likes. But what about you? How did you treat me? You asked me what kind of trash I was, daring to reach so high out of my league."
"Fine, you hate me, so I hid from you, not wanting to be an eyesore."
"And now you run out here, acting like you have been betrayed by me, questioning who the person beside me is."
"Let me ask you, do you not think what you are doing is ridiculous?"
With every word Qin Hao spoke, Qin Kexin's face grew paler. She backed up repeatedly, lowering her head, not daring to look into Qin Hao's eyes.
So that was how it was. It was her constant putting on airs that had pushed Qin Hao further and further away.
Now it was great. She knew regret, but looking at the situation, it seemed impossible to salvage.
Below the stage, the female disciples, upon hearing Qin Hao's words, began to voice their injustices on his behalf:
"What! Who is this person! Daring to call our beloved Emperor Son trash! She is the trash, what gives her the right?"
"What? Before she thought our Emperor Son was trash and treated him with disdain, but now that she sees him suppressing ancient geniuses and showing super talent, she wants to return to his side? Keep dreaming."
"Oh my god, the Emperor Son wanted to see her so many times, but she shut him out. How could she have the heart? If it were me, just facing the Emperor Son's face, I could never do such a thing!"
The male disciples shook their heads repeatedly as they listened: "Man, these people are hilarious. Is the Emperor Son someone who would take a loss? This is definitely his tactic of retreating to advance! Do these people have no ability to think for themselves?"
"Why does it feel like picking up girls is actually this simple? It is making my hands itch; I want to find a few to practice on too."
"Brother, it is not the same. We and the Emperor Son are not the same."
...
Upon hearing the accusations from the female disciples below the stage, Qin Kexin plumped down onto the ground. If one person said she was wrong, it might just be that person's problem.
But now everyone was saying she was wrong. Was she really that outrageously wrong?
Qin Hao looked at Qin Kexin in this state and knew it was time.
He took a step forward and reached out his hand to Qin Kexin.
That hand, long and powerful, hung quietly in front of Qin Kexin.
Sitting slumped on the ground, Qin Kexin raised her head, looking at Qin Hao with tear-filled eyes.
His face was still handsome, his eyes still gentle. Qin Hao revealed a smile to Qin Kexin:
"Get up," Qin Hao said softly.
Qin Kexin did not reach out; she just looked at Qin Hao, her voice hoarse:
"You... you do not blame me anymore?"
Qin Hao crouched down to look at Qin Kexin at eye level.
He reached out, the pad of his thumb gently brushing across Qin Kexin's cheek, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
That action was so gentle it melted Qin Kexin's heart.
However, what Qin Hao said next struck Qin Kexin like a blow to the head.
"Blame you? How could I not blame you?"
Hearing this, Qin Kexin's body instantly stiffened. The flush that had just appeared on her cheeks from Qin Hao's intimate action instantly drained away.
He still blames me! Sure enough, he will not forgive me. What should I do?
"I blame you—for not accepting me sooner."
Qin Kexin shuddered all over. She snapped her head up to look at Qin Hao, her eyes full of excitement and disbelief. Qin Hao, what did Qin Hao just say?
At this moment, Qin Kexin's mind was entirely filled with Qin Hao's phrase about blaming her for not accepting him sooner, completely forgetting her original purpose.
In the stands, Xiaolan frowned deeply. "Is Miss confused? Was she not going to question Lord Qin Hao about who that woman is? This... she is not pursuing it anymore?"
"Oh, my Miss, please grow some brains."
Xiaolan looked at the scene on the stage, her cheeks bright red. She lowered her head and whispered softly:
"I have heard many sisters say that we maids will marry along with our masters. Could I take this opportunity to become Lord Qin Hao's bedchamber maid~"
"Ah~, so embarrassing~"
Qin Hao scooped up the fallen Qin Kexin in his arms. Just then, a voice echoed in his mind. It was a telepathic transmission from Qin Zhantian:
"Emperor Son, this move... I want to learn it!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?"
