In the front row, slightly to the side.
Gao Yumin rubbed the spot where Lin Yu had hit him the day before, still seething with frustration.
What the hell kind of mess was this?!
It had nothing to do with him in the first place, yet he’d been dragged into it anyway.
He’d gotten pelted with stones and hadn’t even dared to fight back.
When classmates asked, he had to make up some bullshit story about getting into a fight with some thugs.
The tougher he sounded, the more humiliated he felt inside.
That bastard Lin Yu was just good at throwing stones—what kind of skill was that?!
If it came down to a one-on-one fight, Gao Yumin, with his size, wouldn’t back down at all.
But chickening out without even trying? That was what really stung.
And what about Lin Yu?
Today, not only was he acting like nothing had happened, but he’d also become some kind of "campus celebrity."
Who could he even complain to?
Lost in these thoughts,
Gao Yumin glared viciously toward Lin Yu’s seat in the back.
He wished he hadn’t looked.
What he saw nearly made his eyes pop out of his skull!
Gao Yumin: "!!!"
Holy crap!!
There,
the head of Chi Qingchi, the younger twin, disappeared below the desk.
Only her back was faintly visible as she leaned toward Lin Yu.
Lin Yu’s expression shifted rapidly, his face tense as he looked down at her.
Meanwhile, the older twin, Chi Qingshui…
was tilting her head, watching the scene unfold?
What the hell? What the hell were they doing?!
They couldn’t be… no way, right? Not in class?!
Gao Yumin refused to be the only one whose worldview had just shattered. He immediately nudged his buddies.
One by one, the members of the "Flame Sea Demons" turned to look back.
Gou Feng: "!!!"
Zhao Bin: "!!!"
Shi Yanhai: "???"
The four exchanged glances, none daring to follow that line of thought too far.
A moment later,
Qingchi straightened up, chewing and swallowing the last of her half-eaten popcorn.
She glared fiercely at Lin Yu, even raising a tiny fist in threat.
Lin Yu just grinned and waved, signaling that it was all a joke—no need to take it seriously.
Little did they know,
the two of them—no, the three of them!
Their antics had just shattered the fragile minds of the young boys once again.
……
"Alright, everybOdy, let’s take a look at the next group’s work."
"I know you’re all tired, and trust me, I want to wrap this up too—metOO."
"Just hang in there a little longer. We don’t have many groups left."
"This next one is… Chi Qingshui’s group!"
Hearing her name called, "Big Chi" immediately stood up.
Before each group’s work was shown, the leader had to explain their theme and introduce the members.
With Big Chi handling the talking, Lin Yu felt completely at ease.
He had no interest in speaking up—if she could take over every time, that’d be perfect.
"Teacher, our group has three members."
"I’m the leader, and the other members are Chi Qingchi and Lin Yu."
"Our theme is 'One Like Summer, One Like Autumn.'"
"Lin Yu was the photographer, while Qingchi and I acted as models and helped with lighting."
"We chose the locations…"
Big Chi went on at length, detailing their process.
As she spoke,
Lin Yu couldn’t tell if it was his imagination or just sharp intuition,
but every time she mentioned his name, Teacher Yan’s eyes would curve into a smile as she looked at him.
It wasn’t the kind of smile a teacher gives a student.
It was more like… the way a woman looks at a man.
Subtly, deliberately exuding her "charm."
Having spent enough time around women, Lin Yu had developed a sixth sense for these kinds of signals—ones most people would miss.
Especially when Yan Miaozhu noticed Lin Yu looking back.
The way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, tilting her face slightly…
Classic!
Then,
before Lin Yu could question whether he was just being narcissistic,
the system’s prompt gave him the definitive answer.
[Ding!]
[Timed Mission: Crisis Approaches! The Holy Son and his Dao companions are traveling incognito through the mortal world when their identities are discovered by the "Green Snake Woman." She seeks to harm the Holy Son and sabotage his relationships with his Dao companions. Prevent her sinister plot from succeeding within the time limit!]
[Time Limit: Two days.]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 1 free system shop draw.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
A-Zhu, you’re serious?!
So it wasn’t just his imagination.
This confirmed it—Teacher BalanCe was planning to make her move.
What worried Lin Yu more was the mission’s time limit.
Two days?
If he could avoid her schemes for two days, the mission would be complete.
Did that mean…
Yan Miaozhu would act within those two days?
She’s in that much of a hurry?!
Was her history professor husband really… that lacking?
Lin Yu took a deep breath, avoiding further eye contact with Yan Miaozhu.
If he just didn’t give her an opening, he could coast through these two days and claim the rewards, right?
With so many women already around him, maintaining stability meant keeping things within certain boundaries.
Yan Miaozhu, with her past scandals, had never been on Lin Yu’s radar.
He wasn’t about to chop down a forest of well-tended trees for one risky sapling.
Especially when that sapling belonged to someone else’s orchard.
"Class, let’s take a look at Lin Yu’s photos."
"Honestly, this is the best work I’ve seen so far."
"It’s perfeCt!"
"The photography technique, the golden ratio composition, the use of natural lighting—absolutely top-tier."
"He’s on a whole different level compared to everyone else!"
"Lin Yu? Where’s Lin Yu sitting?"
Yan Miaozhu stood up, pretending to scan the room for him.
Lin Yu: "…"
Acting like she hadn’t just been staring at him earlier!
Did she suddenly develop amnesia?!
If Lin Yu hadn’t seen that look in her eyes, he might’ve bought the act.
"Teacher, I’m here."
Lin Yu raised his hand and stood, not letting her "search" drag on.
Yan Miaozhu gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up:
"Incredible, absolutely brilliant!"
"Ah… I feel like there’s nothing left for me to teach you. As a teacher, having a student like you—do you know how happy that makes me?"
As she spoke, she clasped her hands over her heart, putting on a theatrically moved expression.
To be fair…
Yan Miaozhu’s looks leaned toward the pure and innocent side.
Her short hair made her seem even younger.
Standing at the podium, acting so openly affectionate… it was actually kind of charming.
Not the slightest bit forced!
Luckily, Lin Yu had strong self-control.
Any other college guy with less experience? She’d have their soul wrapped around her finger in seconds.
……
(Second update today—more coming soon!)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
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!
