Guan Bao widened his eyes: "???"
"404? How is that possible!"
"Is your phone's internet too slow to even load it?"
Guan Bao pulled out his "main phone" from his pocket and began operating it right in front of Lin Yu.
"Running a website—the most crucial thing is securing the backend."
"Our network administrator is a seasoned professional with years of experience from a top internet company."
"So our website should... Huh? What the hell!"
Before he could finish boasting,
his phone displayed the exact same error page as Lin Yu's.
He refreshed the webpage repeatedly, but nothing changed.
"Lin Yu, take a seat for now. I need to step out and make a call."
Guan Bao rushed out of the art studio in a frenzy, frantically scrolling through his contacts.
Jiang Yangmei, who was in the middle of painting,
noticed the only man moving around freely in the room.
She immediately shot him a venomous glare.
For the past two weeks,
this was the first time Guan Bao had taken her out on a solo date.
Either he was busy with work, dragging her along to meet someone, or suddenly dropping by at night for a quick "visit."
Even on this rare solo outing, Jiang Yangmei felt no trace of sweetness.
She might as well have rotted at home instead of coming out with him!
Just how busy could he possibly be every single day?
Jiang Yangmei even began to suspect—were the calls Guan Bao took away from her really from his company?
This time,
she truly misjudged Brother Bao.
Lin Yu could vouch for that!
But...
only this once.
Lin Yu picked up his phone and started scrolling through Brother Bao’s alternate account’s chat history.
Ignorance was bliss—the world was full of wonders.
Guan Bao must have a terrible memory.
On his secondary WeChat account, he had given everyone special nicknames.
「Tang Ya (Fashion TPTY Salesgirl)」
「Zhao (The Gullible Wife)」
「Bai (The Young Married Teacher)」
「Zhao (Xiao Mei’s Ex-Colleague)」
「Zhang (Ex-Ex-Girlfriend, "Bun")」
「Sun (Housekeeper, Devoured on April 5)」
「...」
The old artist was ruthless!
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire the expertise.
Scrolling through the nicknames and profile pictures felt like browsing categories on a certain website.
Busy to this extent, yet still daring to set his sights on Xiao Fufu?
Today, the "ordinary college student" lurking in the shadows would teach this seasoned artist a proper lesson!
Out of over twenty people, only a handful were marked as "devoured" or "ex-girlfriends."
His skills still needed refinement!
The most recent chat record was from when the starlight show was playing.
Day in and day out, he seemed even busier than Lin Yu.
But now,
the website issue was enough to give him a headache.
Boasting about 30,000 registered members? More like inflated by nearly ten times.
Most of the so-called "original" illustrations uploaded were actually sourced from foreign platforms.
Guan Bao’s so-called "business"...
was just a copyright-infringing pirated site!
In the quiet art studio,
the distant wails of the old artist could faintly be heard outside.
"What do you mean the backend’s locked? Speak in terms I can understand—now’s not the time for jargon!"
"..."
"Malicious attack? Who’d bother attacking us? Is this just a bug you can’t fix?"
"..."
"Fine, fine, I won’t argue. Just tell me how long it’ll take to fix."
"..."
"Time! I just want a timeframe—no technicalities. Two hours, tops? I’ve got clients to meet! If the site’s down, what am I supposed to show them?"
"..."
"If I had to find someone else to fix it, why would I hire you? What kind of attitude is that? Hey? HEY!"
"..."
It was clear—
Guan Bao was genuinely furious.
His shouting was so loud that people in the studio frowned and turned to look.
A staff member had to step in and politely remind him:
"Sir, if you need to make a call, please use the lounge area in the lobby. It’s straight down this way."
"There’s a live painting session inside—we’d appreciate it if you could keep the noise down. Thank you for your cooperation."
Jiang Yangmei, gripping her paintbrush, glared even more irritably toward the entrance.
This was a public space—making such a scene was beyond embarrassing!
Then,
her gaze shifted to Ye Mengfu in front of her.
The commotion outside hadn’t affected her in the slightest.
She didn’t even glance back to see what the fuss was about.
Ye Mengfu remained immersed in her own world, swiftly and intently finishing her painting.
Jiang Yangmei’s expression twisted with envy.
Back in school, the two had been inseparable.
At first,
Jiang Yangmei had only felt admiration for Ye Mengfu’s innate talent.
But as time went on,
the inferiority complex from constant comparison consumed her.
How could a girl with almost zero social skills, who didn’t even know how to navigate relationships, effortlessly outshine her?
Jiang Yangmei took deep breaths, forcing herself back into a painting mindset.
Even if this was just a small exhibition event,
it was still a "battlefield" where the two of them would compete.
She wanted Ye Mengfu to know—
even without underhanded tactics, she was still the better one!
...
The event’s painting requirement was simple: illustrate a comic character.
The figures from Jimmy Liao’s picture books had clean lines and were easy to draw.
Before long,
people began submitting their finished works to the judges’ table one after another.
The moment a piece was handed in,
a panel of judges would score it on the spot.
Staff would tally the scores to ensure rankings could be announced as soon as the time limit ended.
Live events prioritized speed and efficiency.
After all,
making participants and their companions wait too long for a commemorative prize would kill the mood.
By the time both Ye Mengfu and Jiang Yangmei finished,
Brother Bao still hadn’t returned.
Lin Yu kept his phone in hand, waiting for the right moment to set his plan in motion.
Not that it mattered.
The real drama unfolding behind the scenes didn’t even star Brother Bao.
He was just borrowing the man’s "connections" for convenience.
They submitted their works around the same time.
As Jiang Yangmei and Ye Mengfu walked back to the seating area together,
Jiang Yangmei glanced at Ye Mengfu’s clothes and sneered:
"Even drawing something this simple, and you still got paint on your clothes."
Ye Mengfu looked down.
A red stain smudged the white kangaroo pocket.
Probably from flicking her brush during the final strokes.
The paint wasn’t dry yet—trying to clean it now would only spread the stain.
But the next moment,
Jiang Yangmei lost all interest in mocking Ye Mengfu.
"Ding! Ding!"
"Ding! Ding!"
"..."
A rapid series of WeChat notifications chimed from her phone.
Jiang Yangmei stepped away and pulled out her phone to check.
Huh?
Who created a group chat at a time like this?
And this name—
「One Big Happy Family (Guan Bao’s Private Edition)」?!
...
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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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
