"Ouch!"
"Little Master, what do you mean by this?"
"Are you in such a hurry?"
"You could have just told me, it's not like I would disagree."
"So clumsy... you threw me down so hard!"
"Can you come over and help me up?"
As she spoke.
A dim desk lamp lit up the room.
While falling onto the bed, Xia Yiwei lightly tapped the switch on the desk with her nimble toes, turning on the lamp.
With the light on, it would at least temporarily stop Lin Yu from opening the curtains.
Lin Yu took a sharp breath, "!!!"
Wait, that's not right!
Judging from where he stood and the distance to the bed.
The force of his leg trip just now wasn't nearly enough to throw her all the way to the bed.
At most, she should have landed a meter away from it.
And even that was an overestimation.
Nurse Sister really had some good moves, he had underestimated her!
To be able to use momentum to forcefully adjust herself while off-balance and land accurately on the bed!
Right now.
Even knowing it was a trap, the atmosphere had already been built up to this point.
Lin Yu didn't even know how many waves of her attacks he could withstand.
His remaining rationality told him that the best choice right now was to open the curtains.
As long as he pulled the curtains open...
As long as he saw the light...
As long as he took a few steps to the front right...
All her schemes and tricks would unravel.
No matter how alluring the routine was, it couldn't compare to a man in his state of absolute sage-like clarity!
However.
Lin Yu felt as if he had been hit by a bone-melting strike; he stood rooted to the spot, unable to move his feet.
Humans.
When faced with choices, it's truly difficult to overcome one's inner demons.
After a few seconds of brief inner struggle.
Lin Yu ultimately chose to walk towards the bed.
At this point.
The little devil in his heart had already defeated the little angel.
Lin Yu knew very well what was likely to happen next.
The premise was.
Nurse Sister wasn't just playing with him!
To leave himself a final way out.
Lin Yu walked to the side of the bed while adding a line:
"Stop playing around, look at the occasion, get up quickly."
As Lin Yu spoke, he grabbed Xia Yiwei's wrist, wanting to pull her up from the bed.
However, unlike the leg trip just now.
This time, Lin Yu didn't exert any force at all.
To be exact.
He didn't resist Xia Yiwei's force!
Nurse Sister's reaction was entirely within Lin Yu's expectations.
The moment her wrist was grabbed, her other hand directly wrapped around him.
Relying on her body weight, she pulled Lin Yu onto the bed.
"You!"
Lin Yu still had to feign surprise and act a bit, showing that this was not his intention.
What a pity.
Who was Xia Yiwei?
Her intelligence and emotional quotient were not comparable to those naive novices in the sect.
"Little Master..."
"Why did you fall down this time?"
"From a martial artist's perspective, that leg trip you threw me with should have been much harder to defend against, right?"
"So, can I understand it as..."
"The first time was a subconscious counterattack, and this time was a deliberate yielding?"
Xia Yiwei curled her lips into a smile, watching Lin Yu's reaction.
How rare!
To actually see a flustered expression on Little Master's face!
Xia Yiwei had known Lin Yu for a long time.
But it was only recently that they had interacted more.
Every time he faced a difficult problem, Lin Yu was so experienced and steady that he seemed like an old man.
After spending a long time together, Xia Yiwei really thought Lin Yu feared absolutely nothing.
She didn't expect.
That when he was alone with a girl, he would be as nervous as a greenhorn.
At this very moment.
The panicked expression on Lin Yu's face was seventy percent natural and thirty percent necessary acting.
Nonsense.
He was a college student who "never had any experience."
If he acted like a seasoned veteran at a time like this.
Wouldn't he completely expose himself?
The more nervous he was, the safer he would be, and the more securely he could maintain his personal image.
The accumulation of past experiences had taught Lin Yu.
When you don't know how to answer a question, silence is often the best answer!
Observant people will naturally be able to read the answer they want from your silence.
Even if.
This answer is sometimes not what you actually think in your heart.
The next moment.
Xia Yiwei wrapped both hands around Lin Yu's neck, taking the initiative to lift her head and lean in...

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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.”

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?"