Lin Ran pondered Luo Yao's words, wondering what kind of pact existed between them.
Noticing Lin Ran's expression, Luo Yao felt a pang of disappointment and let out a soft sigh.
It seemed she still hadn’t gotten back the Ah Ran she once knew.
But it didn’t matter. She could wait, even if it took a lifetime—she didn’t care.
Besides, things were already much better now, weren’t they?
Yet Ah Ran was so infuriating.
Why could he only remember fragments but not what came after?
The more Luo Yao thought about it, the angrier she became. Taking a step back would only invite frustration, and holding it in would breed resentment.
She leaned on Lin Ran’s shoulder and bit down without hesitation.
"You promised—this spot is mine. Whenever I want, I can bite it."
Lin Ran endured the pain, truly at his wit's end.
A childhood promise, and Luo Yao remembered it crystal clear.
There was something else that baffled Lin Ran.
"Aren’t you the least bit curious why I’ve looked exactly the same all these years?"
Luo Yao blinked at him in confusion.
"Why should I be? You’re Ah Ran. No matter what, you’ll always be Ah Ran. I just want you to be an Ah Ran who won’t suddenly disappear."
What Luo Yao feared most was Lin Ran vanishing again, just like before—right before her eyes.
Lin Ran sighed inwardly.
Luo Yao’s way of thinking really was different from most people.
Her possessiveness toward him could defy logic itself.
Next time he saw Little Black, he’d have to pry more useful information out of him.
His phone rang—it was Wu Zhishang calling. Lin Ran glanced at Luo Yao.
As expected, Luo Yao looked displeased, but she didn’t stop him.
Only after sensing her silent permission did Lin Ran answer.
"Lin, guess what? Shen Jingbing’s in trouble again. This time it’s hilarious—he’s accused of spreading rumors…"
An hour earlier, at Capital University’s library.
Liu Ruxue didn’t usually come here, but these days, she was terrified, avoiding someone like the plague.
She didn’t dare return to her dorm at night either, so she had invited Huo Haini to chat in the library.
Though Huo Haini still hung out with Liu Ruxue on the surface, deep down, she had long lost respect for her.
Inside the old library, Huo Haini spoke first.
"Ruxue, what’s wrong? Why are you wearing a scarf?"
Liu Ruxue lifted the scarf slightly, revealing a bruised and swollen face.
The library gave her a sense of safety—there were people around.
"I ran into a madman who keeps harassing me."
"Ruxue, why don’t you report him?" Huo Haini suggested.
Liu Ruxue shook her head.
"I did. It’s useless. Every time, he just gets fined or detained, then forced to apologize before they let him go. I don’t understand how the police can be so incompetent—it’s pure negligence."
Huo Haini fell into thought.
No one would hate another person for no reason—there had to be more to it.
Just then, a student sat down beside them, only asking for permission after settling in.
"Excuse me, beautiful classmate, mind if I sit here?"
Huo Haini saw a guy in a baseball cap and immediately scooted over.
Shen Jingbing took the seat, locking eyes with Liu Ruxue, who stared back in shock.
"There are so many people here—what do you think you’re doing?"
Before Huo Haini could even speak to Shen Jingbing, she noticed Liu Ruxue’s reaction and frowned.
"Ruxue, do you know him?"
"He’s the madman I was talking about."
After explaining, Liu Ruxue turned back to Shen Jingbing. "What will it take for you to leave me alone? And with so many witnesses, I doubt you’d dare hit me here."
"Ruxue, what are you saying? I only came because I love you."
"Love… me?" Liu Ruxue’s brain short-circuited.
Shen Jingbing then poured his coffee over his own head.
"Ah! Ruxue, what was that for? All I did was ask why you went to a hotel with another guy, and you throw coffee at me? After everything I’ve done for you, where did I go wrong? Didn’t you say you loved me most?"
Liu Ruxue’s eyes widened—she hadn’t expected Shen Jingbing to frame her like this.
The library was supposed to be quiet, but Shen Jingbing’s outburst drew stares. Once the other students caught his words, whispers spread.
"Liu Ruxue? Hah! The campus belle? More like a joke! With a reputation like hers, she still dares to play the heartbreaker?"
"Liu Ruxue went to a hotel with someone? Who was it?"
"Probably a dog. Having a ‘belle’ like her at Capital U is downright shameful."
"I used to have a crush on her. What was I thinking?"
At that moment, a timid-looking guy approached them, visibly distressed.
"Ruxue, is what he said true? Did you really go to a hotel with someone?"
This was You Qingnan, Liu Ruxue’s most devoted admirer.
The last time Liu Ruxue got drunk at a bar and couldn’t pay the bill, it was this very admirer who bailed her out.
Seeing him arrive, Liu Ruxue felt slightly relieved.
At least there was someone to take the heat.
"No, it’s not true. I’ve never been to a hotel with anyone."
Shen Jingbing immediately pulled out a photo.
"I knew you’d deny it, so I had someone take pictures."
The photo showed Liu Ruxue outside Pangu Hotel, standing close to Lin Jian.
Originally, Liu Ritian and Liu Yuemei were also in the shot, but Shen Jingbing had them edited out, leaving only Liu Ruxue and Lin Jian.
Their poses were intimate. Though Lin Jian’s face was unclear, it was obvious he was a man.
Liu Ruxue lunged for the phone, but Shen Jingbing yanked it back.
"Liu Ruxue, trying to destroy evidence?"
Liu Ruxue stammered, "I—I wasn’t! You’re lying! That was my aunt’s auction dinner. The guy is my cousin. Stop making things up!"
Shen Jingbing smirked. "So you admit the photo’s real? You did go to a hotel with someone?"
"It’s fake! You’re lying!"
Liu Ruxue meant the photo was doctored—it couldn’t count as real.
Shen Jingbing pressed on. "I remember something else funny from that day. Who was the naked girl in my sports car?"
"You stripped just to seduce me, and now you’re playing innocent?"
Liu Ruxue recoiled. "What are you talking about? What car?"
Shen Jingbing pulled up a surveillance video on his phone.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
