Lu Qing's question stumped Bai Xing.
It was obvious that Bai Xing had always followed the pure and cute route.
The succubus series, on the other hand, was generally a style that only mature elegant older sisters or seductive older sisters could pull off.
Although some artists liked to combine succubi with lolis to create cute and clear succubus suits,
Lubia's "Prototype" had already been finalized.
It was drawn 1:1 based on the body of "Tang Hua,"
completely unrelated to what the voice actor looked like or what style they were good at.
In other words—
This was a dimensional reduction strike with a personal touch from the artist.
"Exclusivity."
…
…
Carrying this unsolvable problem, Bai Xing followed Lu Qing back to the apartment in a daze.
The time spent together on the way was so precious, yet she felt as if she were bound by a life dilemma, unable to concentrate and enjoy the moment.
"The suit my senior made for me... is a succubus?"
"But I... I'm not that sexy..."
"I don't have any experience either..."
"What I say is just bragging..."
"I can't... I can't perform that kind of charm that radiates hormones at every move and can stir people's hearts to the point of losing control..."
"At most, I can only imitate an older sister's voice... but that's clearly not enough, right?"
Bai Xing was stumped.
Completely stumped.
And she vaguely sensed that this problem wasn't something the senior had deliberately brought to her to make things difficult.
It was the artist.
It was the artist who had preconceived notions, not considering the skills of the collaborator, and directly presented her most skilled and best design,
like a black castle,
boom,
crashing down in front of her.
The artist was like the succubus lord in the Demon King's Castle,
crossing her fleshy legs, propping her snow-soft chin,
sitting high on the throne, showing a playful and evil-beautiful smile down at her.
How excessive it was.
Bai Xing felt her position was under attack from the outside.
Her C-position in the senior's heart was facing an unprecedented challenge.
This wasn't good...
"Our trio, the senior is the mastermind behind the scenes, I'm the idol on stage, and you, you're just a paid assistant! How dare you overstep to this extent, even planning to lure the senior to your house on Sunday?"
Suddenly, the girl's little brain turned, and she became deeply alarmed—
“That's right, you, your previous shyness and embarrassment, weren't those all deliberately pretended!”
"You must have calculated that this would make the boss curious about you, so you deliberately didn't reveal your gender, wanting to fish the boss into coming to your house!"
Woc...
"Even I haven't been to the senior's house! No, the senior hasn't even been to my house, and we're literally door-to-door neighbors!
Now, now you're using such advanced tactics to suck him into your house! Your ambition... is really big!
Big! Too big!!"
"I think you're the real succubus!!"
Evil.
So evil.
This artist is very evil.
Although the boss said her circle name is "Lubia."
But I just searched online, and there's no such person.
There are only some commercial drafts she drew during her part-time job on TaoBao Network,
like cat girls, giant lolis, nuns, princesses, and so on.
And from the designs, each one is very strange.
Very "huge."
"Indeed, very evil..."
Too evil.
This artist is full of evil vibes!
So,
from now on, I'll just call her "Succubia."
After all, her behavior is no different from a succubus.
Mm.
Bai Xing thought this in her heart.
……
Time passed day by day, and before they knew it, it was Friday.
If the first two days, Su Ling's intense practice at home could have been mistaken by Lu Qing as "a sister's short-lived enthusiasm for a new field,"
then by now, five days of practicing for 8 to even 12 hours a day...
had made him realize,
"The sister isn't joking with me."
"……"
At this moment, he was standing on the podium, giving a lecture on "Voice Actor Products," with videos and PPTs recorded from YinXiong playing in the background, but his mind had already flown far away.
Full of questions about "why the sister is practicing the piano without limits," which had no answers.
Now, Su Ling could not only switch chords in C major but also master the core techniques of electric guitar—hammer-ons, pull-offs, slides, and bends—playing them with style.
Occasionally, the sister would close her eyes lightly, like a black cat in the night, wearing headphones, enjoying the moment as she gently pushed a string up with her left ring finger;
After finishing the practice piece, she would fine-tune it repeatedly until the last possible mistake was eliminated by muscle memory;
She would always turn on the metronome when practicing the basics, never thinking she didn't need it, wasting precious time.
The sister was terrifying.
Her state of practicing the piano was simply abnormal.
Only someone who had experienced something would show the sister's expression, occasionally curling her lips, smiling evilly, attacking a difficult point to the death, with a "I will definitely conquer you" look.
Therefore, Lu Qing finally realized.
Su Ling,
she.
—「Has intrinsic motivation.」
…
…
When a person,
has a light in their heart.
Then this light,
will, over time,
expand into several warm rays,
until it strengthens the heart.
Lu Qing's "intrinsic motivation" was Master Oushou (Master Oushou)—
【With a guitar in hand, everything is possible】.
In high school, his「intrinsic motivation」was「her」—
【You will become a great musician, won't you?】
After「her」left,「intrinsic motivation」dissolved and fragmented.
Breaking into tiny pieces.
Now, the sister's arrival, the「intrinsic motivation」that had newly formed in her heart,
had affected him,
illuminated him,
and brought new life to him.
「Intrinsic motivation doesn't die. It can sprout infinitely.」
……
……
"Qing, Qing?"
"?"
"What are you thinking about? The applause from the audience was so loud, the teacher praised you a dozen times, yet you just walked back and plopped down without saying a word, looking like you're sick."
Wen Le moved his butt closer, concerned:
"What's wrong with you?"
"……"
Lu Qing rubbed his temples, gave an apologetic look to the single-ponytail female teacher still lecturing, and whispered back to his roommate: "Maybe I didn't sleep well. My mental state is off."
"Hey."
Wen Le extended his Buddha palm, patted his buddy's shoulder, and said earnestly:
"I think you're just watching too many movies. You should be more restrained, don't always stay at home in silence, indulging in those things. It might feel good for a moment, but as Brother Luo said, it won't bring you advanced happiness."
Wen Le pushed his black-framed glasses and showed a smile of experience.
"……"
Lu Qing glanced at him, feeling that his pale and weak appearance seemed to be talking about himself.
Conservatively estimated, at least yin deficiency + yang deficiency, reaching the perfect state of both yin and yang deficiency.
capable of battling back and forth with Uncle Liu from the south gate of the community, who loves listening to novels.
"Wen Le, I have a sentence I don't know if I should say."
"Please speak."
"Mm. Don't let desire pierce through your reason."
"???"
Lu Qing stretched out his hand, pushed Wen Le's black-framed glasses back up his nose, and said earnestly:
"Watch less maid albums in the dorm, okay? I've had this symptom, I'm an experienced person. So, fooling yourself is fine, but don't try to fool your buddies."
"Not?! You!"
"Alright, I'll head back to the dorm later. I have something I want to discuss with Yang."
"……"
Wen Le, having his heart read, had to surrender, choosing to change the topic.
"What good thing are you discussing with him and not me?"
He pretended to be unhappy, "What's with keeping secrets from your buddy?"
"Nothing big, just found him a part-time job, want to ask if he's interested."
Lu Qing brushed it off, "After all, watching him eat Huang Men Ji (Yellow Braised Chicken) in the dorm every day isn't a solution."
"Part-time job? Oh. Alright."
Wen Le nodded and didn't delve deeper. He just asked about what he was concerned about, "By the way, did you watch that V I recommended to you last time? You never reply to my messages. Are you hiding a girl at home or something?"
As he said this, it was as if he thought of something, and his whole body shuddered as he speculated blindly:
"Ah! I get it now. You must be cohabiting with that Bai Xing classmate. She didn't come to class today, and you two... well, you know, those who understand, understand."
"......"
"I'm not jealous at all, really. Living with a super beautiful girl? Whatever. Not interested, not at all."
Seeing his roommate start to speak insincerely, sniffing closer as if trying to catch a scent, and even spreading rumors,
Lu Qing felt it necessary to deliver a heavy blow to make him behave himself.
He straightened his face, turned around, and said seriously:
"I might need to inform you of something."
"Huh? What?"
Wen Le hadn't yet realized the gravity of the situation, simply looking up at his eyes without any psychological defense.
The next second,
He heard one of the two most significant death announcements in his life—
"The person inside the succubus you sent me is a friend of mine in real life. I'll have to visit her place in two days."
......
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
