Lin Xuan arrived in the classroom and took his seat, casually flipping through a medical textbook he had brought back from his spatial realm.
Lately, his research on Hua's condition had hit another roadblock.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that his medical knowledge was insufficient, so he decided to brush up on the fundamentals.
Fortunately, Hua hadn’t been experiencing many episodes recently.
Dr. Sun He had also assured him that Hua’s condition wouldn’t worsen for now, giving him some time.
The professor walked into the classroom to begin the lecture.
Noticing Lin Xuan sitting upright at his desk, engrossed in his book, the professor nodded approvingly.
This Lin Xuan was truly a diligent student.
Despite having earned the privilege to skip classes after winning the national computer competition, he still attended regularly.
Such dedication!
If Lin Xuan knew what the professor was thinking, he’d scoff internally. Diligent? Hardly.
He was only here to avoid Hua and give his kidneys a break.
After the way Hua had seduced him yesterday, he could barely handle it. If it continued today, his kidneys would give out.
As the professor lectured enthusiastically, Lin Xuan shook his head. Learning in the real world was just too slow.
He lay his head on the desk, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
The professor, mid-lecture: "..."
Well then.
He took back everything he’d just thought.
When class ended, Lin Xuan’s consciousness returned from his spatial realm.
Luo Yuan, who had grown close to Lin Xuan and Wang Dahe, came to the classroom to return a computer book to Lin Xuan.
Wang Dahe packed up his textbooks and said, "Xuan, don’t forget to meet my girlfriend tomorrow afternoon."
Lin Xuan hesitated. "Dahe, are you sure she’s loyal to you?"
"Of course!" Wang Dahe’s dark face flushed slightly. "We’re deeply in love."
"I have some photos here. Take a look."
Lin Xuan handed Wang Dahe a set of pictures taken by a private investigator.
One showed Wang Shiyun with a man’s arm around her shoulders.
"They look pretty close, Dahe. Don’t you think your girlfriend might be playing the field?"
Wang Dahe: "I know that guy. He’s just a friend. Shiyun’s family is poor, so she works part-time at a bar. That guy was probably just helping her because she drank too much while working."
"Besides, I’ve been giving her some living expenses. She’ll quit the bar soon."
Luo Yuan: "..."
Lin Xuan: "..."
He pulled out another photo.
This one showed Wang Shiyun with her back to the camera, seemingly kissing a man. Their intimacy was undeniable.
Wang Dahe: "Must be the angle. If they were kissing, why aren’t they holding each other? Or maybe that’s just someone who looks like Shiyun from behind. Xuan, photos can be misleading."
Lin Xuan: "..."
This was hopeless. The simp was beyond saving.
Wang Dahe used to call him out for simping over Qin Ruoyao, but now he was the one obsessing over a green tea girl.
Even with evidence right in front of him, he kept making excuses for her.
Wang Dahe chuckled. "Xuan, I know what you’re worried about, but relax. Shiyun adores me. She’d never betray me."
After all, he’d saved her life once.
And the way she looked at him was full of love—that couldn’t be faked.
Lin Xuan pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated.
It seemed he’d have to find another way to expose Wang Shiyun’s true nature.
But… what method could he use?
He’d actually thought of one before—a surefire plan.
But if Hua found out, he’d be finished.
So he’d shelved that idea and hired a private investigator instead.
Yet Wang Dahe, blinded by love, wouldn’t believe anything unless he saw it with his own eyes.
Luo Yuan walked over and patted Wang Dahe’s shoulder. "Dahe, you know what you sound like right now?"
"What?" Wang Dahe frowned.
Luo Yuan smirked. "A simp."
No, not just sounded like—Wang Dahe was the living embodiment of one.
"Shut the hell up!" Wang Dahe slapped Luo Yuan’s hand away. "Listen here, I’d never be a simp."
"This is true love, understand? You don’t just doubt your girlfriend. You trust her unconditionally to avoid unnecessary conflict. Shiyun loves me deeply. There’s no way she’d cheat."
Luo Yuan: "..."
That was textbook simp talk.
Who would’ve thought? Wang Dahe, the guy who used to mock Lin Xuan for being a simp, had now become one himself.
"Sure, sure. True love. Your girlfriend would never betray you. Her relationship with that guy is totally pure." Luo Yuan nodded sarcastically.
Wang Dahe caught the mockery in his tone and swung a fist at him, but Luo Yuan dodged just in time.
"Xuan, Luo Yuan, I get it. You two got burned by Qin Ruoyao, so now you’re paranoid about every woman. I understand." Wang Dahe sighed. "But trust me, I’m wide awake."
Lin Xuan knew reasoning with a lovesick Wang Dahe was pointless. Only cold, hard facts would wake him up.
He’d been the same way once.
Luo Yuan didn’t push further either. He just placed a hand on Wang Dahe’s shoulder and said solemnly, "Young Master Wang, as someone who’s been there, let me give you some advice: Simps simping, end up with nothing."
"Anyway, I’m starving. Off to lunch."
With a laugh, Luo Yuan left the classroom.
He couldn’t help but think—no wonder they got along so well. Sims just naturally flocked together.
Wang Dahe scowled.
Clearly, Lin Xuan and Luo Yuan still didn’t believe Shiyun’s feelings were genuine.
But it didn’t matter. Eventually, they’d see that Shiyun was nothing like Qin Ruoyao.
As he packed up, Wang Dahe reminded Lin Xuan, "Xuan, don’t forget—you’re having dinner with me and Shiyun tomorrow afternoon."
"Got it," Lin Xuan replied.
Back in his dorm, Lin Xuan idly scrolled through Weibo and noticed a trending topic at the top of the hot searches:
Celestial Love?
He remembered this drama was produced by Starlight Group, with a budget of nearly 700 million. The company had profited massively from it, and Lin Qingyan’s career had skyrocketed thanks to her role.
Lin Xuan clicked into the topic and browsed the posts.
"OMG, this is what real fairy-tale romance looks like!"
The post featured a behind-the-scenes clip of Lin Qingyan playfully flirting with the male lead on set.
Fans of both actors flooded the comments, hyping up the drama’s premiere on Tencent Video in eight days.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes.
So it was airing the same day as his two dramas.
Looks like they were going head-to-head.

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."

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?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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.”