As Lin Xuan made another basketball shot.
That girl could no longer sit still. She stood up excitedly, holding a sign that read "Lin Xuan, I love you."
"Husband, husband, be with me!"
"Ahhhh, husband, you're so handsome, I love you."
The girl screamed frantically.
In the midst of a sea of quiet "ahhhhs," her voice stood out.
Her friend tugged at her hand, "Xiaoli, sit down, stop shouting."
If she kept going like this, Su Hua would come over and it would be over.
Just now, Su Hua had given them a death glare.
"Don't bother me, I'm cheering for my husband. You should shout too; just me shouting isn't enough," the girl jerked her hand away from her best friend.
Her friend remained silent.
With Su Hua present, who would dare confess to Lin Xuan or shout any intimate names?
Suddenly, Su Hua stood up.
The surrounding area fell silent, except for the girl who was still excitedly cheering for Lin Xuan.
Su Hua took one step after another toward the girl.
As Su Hua approached, the girl, who had been shouting enthusiastically, felt an overwhelming sense of pressure. She stopped, looked around, and then saw Su Hua walking straight toward her.
"Su Hua," the girl gulped, staring fearfully at Su Hua.
She had been so excited that she had forgotten Su Hua was present...
Su Hua smiled and sat down in the seat next to her.
"You called Lin Xuan 'husband,' said you love him, and even said you want to be with him?" Su Hua spoke softly, "I think, at your age, it's better not to be a homewrecker, don't you agree?"
"Su Hua, my love for my idol, no, it's Lin Xuan. I have no improper thoughts about him! I'm just his fan, I've never thought about being with him, let alone being a homewrecker." The girl nervously replied.
With her 150-pound frame, she knew her limits and didn't dare compete with Su Hua for a man.
"As for calling him my idol and saying I love him, these are common terms fans use for their idols. If you don't believe me, you can look it up online."
Under Su Hua's pressure, the girl was so scared she was almost in tears, her calves trembling.
"Regardless of what's online or your habits, I don't care," Su Hua said coldly, "Remember this one thing: Lin Xuan is my man. Only I can call him 'husband,' and only I can be with him."
"Understand?"
Su Hua's voice was ice-cold.
"Yes, yes, Su Hua, I understand," the girl stammered.
She wouldn't dare again, really.
Su Hua was terrifying.
"I have many methods. If it happens again, don't blame me for being merciless, got it?" Su Hua's voice was gentle, wrapped in endless coldness.
The girl was so scared that cold sweat poured down her forehead, "Yes, yes, yes."
The people around who heard Su Hua's words, whether male or female, didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, instead, they were excited.
“Su Hua is so cool, so dominant, I love it.”
Damn! Lin Xuan is so lucky to have such a beautiful CEO as his girlfriend. I can't pretend anymore, I'm a full-blown lemon essence.
"Jealousy is making me hideous. Why can't Su Hua look at me? Looking at Lin Xuan's face, never mind, I can't compete."
Lin Xuan leaped, and with a final three-pointer, the ball accurately landed in the hoop.
"Ahhhh, we won, we won!"
No one dared to shout Lin Xuan's name or call him "husband."
Who would dare oppose Su Hua? Not a chance!
In the midst of the cheering, the referee announced the result.
This basketball friendly match, the team from Shangqing University wins.
Lin Li clenched his fists tightly. He had lost, lost to a useless person like Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan walked up to Lin Li, smiling slightly: "Lin Li, this is just an appetizer. There will be countless more times I'll beat you."
Lin Li gritted his teeth, "Lin Xuan, when you were in the Lin family, as the biological son of Mom and Dad, you couldn't compete with me, an adopted son. Do you think that leaving the Lin family will change anything? How laughable!"
"In the past, I could step on you like dirt, and in the future, I will be able to crush you under my feet!"
He would suppress Lin Xuan for the rest of his life, and he wouldn't let him rise.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, "Let's wait and see then, to see if it's me stepping on you, or you on me."
The only thing that allowed Lin Li to be so arrogant was the backing of the Lin family. Who knew what Lin Li would do when the Lin family falls.
Lin Xuan wasn't worried at all about not being able to deal with the Starlight Group, a giant conglomerate.
After all, he had a Golden Finger.
And even if he didn't have that ability, he could just whisper in Su Hua's ear and get her help.
With Su Hua, the richest woman in the country, behind him, what was there to fear?
Lin Xuan smiled as he walked past Lin Li.
"Baby Su, let's go home."
Lin Xuan took Su Hua's hand and left.
Qin Ruoyao bit her lip, her eyes filled with jealousy as she watched the two of them. Even though she had decided to let go of Lin Xuan, seeing him being intimate with someone else still made her feel unsettled.
Lin Xuan used to be her loyal admirer.
And Luo Yuan too.
Now one had a girlfriend, and the other completely ignored her.
She didn't understand why everything had changed so quickly in just a few months.
Luckily, she still had Li Gege.
Lin Xuan and Luo Yuan didn't matter; what mattered was Li Gege. Li Gege was the sole heir of the Starlight Group, nothing compared to Lin Xuan and Luo Yuan.
Thinking about this, Qin Ruoyao looked at Lin Li with a gentle expression.
Meanwhile.
Lin Xuan and Su Hua returned to their small villa.
Jiang Qing dutifully stayed outside, not following them in.
Lin Xuan said, "Baby Su, you wait here for a moment, I'll take a shower and change."
"Wait."
Su Hua's beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, "There's still something I haven't settled with Lin Xuan today."
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Was she talking about him drinking water from another woman?
He thought Su Hua was in a good mood, so he assumed the matter was over...
“Baby Su, I was wrong,” Lin Xuan immediately backed down; no, this was called “from the heart,” showing weakness in front of his girlfriend wasn’t shameful.
"Or should I kneel on a washboard?" Lin Xuan meekly suggested.
In the domineering CEO novels the Heavenly Dao had fed him, those CEOs always kneeled on washboards in front of their women.
Lin Xuan pulled out a washboard, "I've already prepared one, I'll kneel right now."
Su Hua frowned, seeing the sharp edges of the washboard.
This thing would definitely hurt her Lin Xuan.
Just as Lin Xuan was about to kneel on it, Su Hua pushed him onto the sofa. Her soft body pressed onto his, their bodies tightly sticking together.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
