Yan Miaozhu had only executed half of her smooth little routine.
After the praise came the public reward segment...
"Lin Yu, starting this new semester, you'll be the photography class representative."
"You must take this responsibility seriously and help me supervise the progress of our classmates."
"Keep up the good work, my partner!"
"Come to my office after class to help me organize everyone's photos."
"New job starts today—let's give him a round of applause, everyone."
"..."
With that speech, the room immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause.
At the front row,
the minions of the "Flame Sea Demon Gang" cast pitiful and helpless glances at their former leader, Shi Yanhai.
When a new class representative emerges,
it naturally means the fall of the old one.
Unfortunately,
Shi Yanhai was that outdated model!
At this moment,
Shi Yanhai had completely lost his ability to be magnanimous and didn’t clap at all.
He just stared blankly at Teacher Yan on the podium.
A few days ago,
hadn’t Teacher Yan been so concerned about him? Didn’t she often chat with him about meals and drinks?
Back then, Shi Yanhai had felt like they were close friends.
He’d even foolishly confessed to her that he had feelings for Chi Qingshui!
And now, just days later,
a new favorite had already replaced the old?
In the back,
Chi Qingshui, standing beside Lin Yu, clapped vigorously,
exclaiming excitedly:
"Congratulations! Gold always shines through."
Lin Yu could only force a smile in response.
Shine?
More like about to be stripped bare!
The naive Chi Qingshui only saw potential threats among classmates.
But wasn’t the teacher also a woman?
Her perspective was still too narrow!
If she kept celebrating like this, Teacher Yan would soon be "handling" her boyfriend in the office!
For the rest of the class,
Lin Yu had no interest in continuing the "photo appreciation" session.
Instead, he pulled out his phone again, typing rapidly on the screen.
There was no choice.
She had already "singled him out" to go to her office.
If he didn’t prepare in advance and learn more about Teacher Yan’s situation,
he’d have no idea how to respond to the "enthusiastic teacher" once he got there.
Ever since mastering extreme cyber skills,
Lin Yu had always exercised restraint in using his privileges.
Human desire was boundless.
Overusing "superpowers" would only accelerate the expansion of those desires.
For now, he could still resist the urge to invade others' privacy, respecting the boundaries of those around him.
He only used his abilities when absolutely necessary.
Lin Yu believed his self-control surpassed 99% of his peers.
Otherwise, reckless abuse of power would turn him into a prisoner of his own cravings—a destructive monster devoid of respect and compassion!
Teacher Yan, oh Teacher Yan, you struck first. Don’t blame me for this.
After a few simple maneuvers,
Lin Yu effortlessly unlocked a vast trove of information.
To quickly understand someone’s recent activities,
starting with social apps like WeChat and QQ was never a bad idea.
However,
to truly grasp Yan Miaozhu’s world, two other apps on her phone needed attention:
Momo!
Tantan!
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Teacher Yan Miaozhu was this... comprehensive?
Tantan had only launched last month,
yet it was already among her most frequently used apps?
For the remainder of the class,
Lin Yu only regretted that the photo review session wasn’t longer—he barely scratched the surface of what he uncovered...
WeChat – Li (added via "Shake"): I’m serious—if it’s under two hours, I’ll send you 1,000 RMB for every minute short!
Yan Miaozhu: Hahaha, you’re hilarious. At that rate, you’d owe me hundreds of thousands!
...
WeChat – Zhang (added via "People Nearby"): You’re not a student at Pingchuan Normal, right? Doesn’t matter. Want to grab a meal sometime? My treat!
Yan Miaozhu: Maybe. Let’s see my schedule next week.
...
Momo – "Sad People Listen to Slow Songs": We don’t even know each other. I’d never interfere with your life. Isn’t happiness the point? Mutual enjoyment sounds perfect.
Yan Miaozhu: Feels like a trap. I’m not well-read—don’t trick me.
...
Momo – "Building Materials Fortune King": How about 3,000? Don’t misunderstand—it’s just a friendly greeting gift, nothing else.
Yan Miaozhu: Would your wife kill me if she found out?
...
Tantan – "Cold Rain": You’re so beautiful, sis. Seriously my type. Our cities aren’t far—can I visit you?
Yan Miaozhu: Not sure I’ll see you.
...
Zheng Changyuan: Miaozhu, what do you want for dinner? I’ll go buy groceries.
Yan Miaozhu: On a diet—just some greens. Hurry back, don’t dawdle.
Zheng Changyuan: Got it. After dinner, want to walk around the neighborhood?
Yan Miaozhu: I told you, colleagues from school live here. Let’s not.
...
Looking at Teacher Yan Miaozhu on the podium, then back at his phone,
the world had gone utterly mad. For a moment, Lin Yu even felt like he was the normal one.
Yan Miaozhu... what was she after?
Some kind of collector’s obsession?
Different styles, ages, statuses, models, sizes...
Did she need to sample them all to feel alive?
Damn!
Lin Yu was too conservative!
She was living life on another level.
At that moment,
the image of the middle-aged history teacher flashed through Lin Yu’s mind.
Who knew what cosmic crime he’d committed—in this life or the last—to deserve such a fate.
...
Once all groups’ photos were reviewed, the scores were announced on the spot.
Unsurprisingly, Lin Yu’s group took first place.
The gaps between other groups were mere decimal points or a single point.
But Lin Yu’s team scored a perfect 10—
a full two points ahead of second place!
Part of it was Yan Miaozhu’s special favor.
But with Lin Yu’s skills and the twins’ photogenic charm, who else could’ve topped them?
"Lin Yu, Little Chi and I will head to the cafeteria with Rourou and Chun Tian first."
"Teacher Yan asked you to help organize the photography assignments in her office, right?"
"While you’re gone, we can discuss the equipment borrowing details."
"Once you’re done, meet us in the cafeteria to finalize everything."
Chi Qingshui gathered the group and calmly laid out the plan.
They could chat leisurely,
but Lin Yu?
He was about to face a silent, grueling battle alone!
Some burdens, after all, only he could shoulder.
...
(Here's an extra update for you all. Good night, everyone! We'll continue the battle tomorrow. If you're interested, you can also check out the audiobook version with real voice acting. I've listened to some of the song-related content myself—the sound effects are quite nice. Thanks for your support!)
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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.”
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."
