The photography assignment grading for the summer semester began twenty minutes before class.
The selected works were from other groups, and Lin Yu wasn’t particularly interested in looking at them.
Most of the students' photography projects featured their classmates.
What was so interesting about that?
Like most of his peers, he held a notebook or a book with his phone tucked inside, gripping a pen in his hand.
He put on the appearance of a diligent student, earnestly taking notes.
But in reality, Lin Yu was browsing the forum—Pingchuan University’s subforum!
There, he kept trying different search keywords:
Yan Miaozhu, balanCe teacher, balanCe, Professor Yan… teacher-student romance!
Lin Yu’s impression of Yan Miaozhu wasn’t just limited to the stereotype of her mixed Chinese-English accent.
He remembered that during his college years, Yan Miaozhu had been fired by the university for checking into a hotel with a male student.
He was certain this had happened before he graduated!
But whether it was the summer of his sophomore year (now) or his junior year, he couldn’t quite recall.
That’s why he was frantically searching the forum.
If it had happened recently, there should have been plenty of posts exposing the incident in advance.
Later, after Yan Miaozhu was dismissed, Lin Yu had heard rumors.
The first person to expose the scandal on the forum was the very male student who had been involved with her.
Unable to accept their breakup, he retaliated by leaking their affair.
Rumors even claimed that some… indescribable photos had circulated.
Too bad.
Back then, Lin Yu had been so unpopular that no one had shared them with him.
Now, reminiscing about the incident, he started searching again.
But the results were disappointing—nothing but a single post praising Professor Yan Miaozhu, with no other relevant content.
In this day and age, teacher-student relationships in college weren’t exactly social pariahs.
But it was still the kind of thing that would earn you judgmental whispers.
Even so.
If it was true love, was age really an issue?
To Lin Yu, it definitely wasn’t.
The real problem with Yan Miaozhu’s dismissal was…
She was secretly married!
And her husband worked at Pingchuan University!
A middle-aged professor in the history department, pushing fifty.
Lin Yu had seen him many times in the cafeteria.
A balding man with glasses, the scholarly type.
If not for the scandal, Lin Yu would never have connected him to the "trendy" Yan Miaozhu.
Sigh.
What was the point of marrying a beautiful young wife?
The balanCe teacher… he really couldn’t handle her.
After searching fruitlessly for a while, Lin Yu lost interest and set his phone aside.
If he wanted to see the big scandal, it seemed he’d have to wait another year.
Who knew if Yan Miaozhu already had some young "puppy" by her side now?
Chi Qingshui noticed Lin Yu finally looking up and nudged him with an elbow.
"Not many groups left. Ours is probably coming up soon."
"Pay attention. Is your phone really that entertaining?"
Lin Yu flashed an "OK" gesture, obediently accepting "Professor Chi’s" scolding.
Then,
his gaze shifted to Little Chi beside him.
She wasn’t on her phone—instead, she was intently watching the projector, listening to the professor.
But her cheeks were puffed up like a hamster’s, constantly munching on something.
Lin Yu glanced down and saw a tub of popcorn in her hands, looking irresistibly delicious.
It might not be that the popcorn itself was particularly delicious, but when it was in Little Chi's mouth, it somehow became incredibly tasty!
Everyone has a passive skill.
It's that when someone keeps staring at you, you can somehow sense the "killing intent" of their gaze.
At that moment, if you just look in the direction of that intent, you’ll most likely catch their eyes.
This trait was especially obvious in Little Chi.
Lin Yu had been watching her eat for at least a full minute, yet she showed no reaction whatsoever—completely unaware of his gaze.
But the moment Lin Yu glanced down at the popcorn…
It was like flipping a switch on Little Chi!
Her head snapped around in an instant, and she instinctively switched from holding the popcorn to covering the top of the container.
Only then did she realize the person sitting next to her was Lin Yu—one of her own.
Her tiny action packed quite a punch.
So, awkwardly, she loosened her grip on the container and tilted it slightly toward Lin Yu.
Lowering her voice, she asked,
"W-want one?"
Lin Yu was utterly speechless inside: "…"
Call her stingy, yet she actually made a move to share her "treasure."
Call her generous, yet she didn’t even push the container toward him, already assuming he’d only take "one piece."
Did she think everyone was like her?
Unable to resist the sight of snacks?
Lin Yu began questioning himself—what kind of look had he given her?
How could Little Chi possibly assume he’d try to steal her popcorn?
With an expression of complete disinterest, Lin Yu said,
"Caramel flavor is the worst… but fine, I’ll humor you."
As he spoke,
he slowly reached his hand toward the container.
But the moment his fingers entered the opening—his movement changed!
His fingers, previously held together, suddenly splayed wide like an eagle’s talons… or an excavator.
In one swift motion, he grabbed a solid half of the popcorn inside.
Then, with the fastest reflexes he’d honed through practice, he tried to yank his hand back out.
—Pause.
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"
He…
He couldn’t pull his hand out?!
It wasn’t that the container’s opening was too small—grabbing such a huge handful had blocked the exit.
No, in that split second…
Little Chi had clamped down on his wrist like a vice!
Lin Yu stared in disbelief at the scene under the table.
Preemptive counter?
Or monstrous reflexes?
He was sure his expression hadn’t betrayed anything—how had Little Chi reacted so fast?!
When it came to protecting her food, she was practically god-tier!
Plan A failed—time for Plan B.
Psychological warfare!
Lin Yu whispered, barely audible:
"Little Chi, the popcorn’s already been touched by me… just let go."
Little Chi wasn’t about to back down.
She held on tight, as if afraid Lin Yu might brute-force his way free.
Between gritted teeth, she managed:
"I… don’t… mind…"
"Grrr!"
Then, for good measure, she lowered her head under the table and made a show of baring her teeth at his hand, threatening to bite.
Lin Yu: "???"
It’s just popcorn!
This is way too much!
Nearby, Chi Qingshui watched the two of them fooling around, then glanced at the poor, suffering popcorn.
She could only shake her head helplessly.
…
(First update today—more to come later, including bonus chapters! Keep the support coming, everyone!)
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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.”
