"Boss Su, I suddenly remembered there are some things in the classroom that might be inconvenient for you to see. Let me handle them first before you come in."
Before anyone could react, the professor unceremoniously closed the classroom door.
He hurried over and shook Lin Xuan's shoulders a few times.
Lin Xuan was sleeping too deeply and didn’t wake up.
The professor could only say, "The major shareholder of our school, the CEO of Su Corporation, Boss Su, is here."
"Oh," the students nodded.
Boss Su often came to see Lin Xuan, so they were used to it. They carried on as usual, acting no differently.
After all, Boss Su only had eyes for Lin Xuan—she never even noticed them.
The professor frowned.
What was going on?
The CEO of Su Corporation was visiting the school, specifically their class, yet none of the students seemed the least bit nervous or excited?
Why were they all so calm? It was eerily unsettling.
The Principal knocked on the classroom door.
The professor didn’t have time to dwell on it and quickly said, "I’m going to open the door now. Before Boss Su comes in, someone needs to wake Lin Xuan up. I’m afraid if Boss Su sees him sleeping, she might punish him."
The students sitting near Lin Xuan dismissed the professor’s words with indifference.
What kind of international joke was this? Boss Su doted on Lin Xuan—how could she possibly punish him?
Well, actually…
She would punish him—just not in the way the professor was thinking. More like… in bed.
Not a single student took the professor’s warning seriously. They all remained quietly seated, making no move to wake Lin Xuan from his deep slumber.
After his futile warning, the professor rushed to open the door for Su Hua, Jiang Qing, and the school administrators.
The Principal frowned at the professor. "What’s the matter? Why did it take you so long to open the door?"
He had nearly frozen under the icy aura radiating from Boss Su. After what felt like forever, the professor had finally shown up.
The professor apologized, "Principal, my sincerest apologies. The experimental equipment was difficult to put away, so it took longer than expected."
The Principal narrowed his eyes skeptically. "You’re a computer science professor. What experimental equipment?"
"Principal, well, you see—" The professor wiped sweat from his forehead. "My teaching methods are… unique. Yes, that’s it. So I need experimental tools to demonstrate concepts more vividly. It helps the students understand better."
"Is that so?" The Principal nodded, half-convinced.
Rumors said this new professor had unconventional teaching methods.
And indeed, he was… unusual.
"Principal, Boss Su, esteemed administrators—weren’t you here to observe whether the students are studying attentively? Please, come in." The professor bowed obsequiously.
"Very well." The Principal nodded.
"Boss Su, after you."
The Principal respectfully gestured for Su Hua to enter.
"Hm." Su Hua stepped inside, followed by the Principal and the other administrators.
The professor had assumed Wang Dahe and the others had already woken Lin Xuan.
But one glance told him otherwise.
Lin Xuan was still sprawled over his desk, fast asleep.
The professor: "!!!"
The sky was falling!
What was wrong with these students? Couldn’t they even wake one person?
Su Hua’s gaze swept across the classroom before settling on Lin Xuan, asleep at his desk.
Her crimson lips curled into a smile.
She had guessed right again.
Ah-Xuan was indeed sleeping.
A student who wasn’t paying attention in class deserved punishment.
With graceful steps, Su Hua approached Lin Xuan.
The professor watched in despair.
Lin Xuan had caught Boss Su’s attention—sleeping like this would not end well for him.
Someone of Boss Su’s status wouldn’t care about his academic achievements.
Rumors painted her as decisive and unforgiving—she tolerated no flaws.
"Principal," the professor lowered his head. "I’m sorry. I couldn’t wake Lin Xuan."
"You mean him sleeping?" the Principal asked.
"Yes." The professor nodded.
"Oh, that’s fine." The Principal waved it off. "If he’s tired, let him sleep. It’s not a problem."
Sleeping was nothing. Even if Lin Xuan demolished the entire building, it wouldn’t matter.
The professor thought the Principal was being sarcastic.
How could it not be a problem?
This would leave a terrible impression on Boss Su!
And hadn’t the administrators called Lin Xuan their "treasured gem"? They had repeatedly warned him to take good care of Lin Xuan and avoid offending him at all costs.
"Principal," the professor said, eyes shut in resignation. "Punish me for Lin Xuan’s mistake. Whatever the penalty, I’ll accept it."
The Principal looked baffled.
Punish him?
For what?
Ah—he must be worried Boss Su would blame him for Lin Xuan sleeping.
Right.
Professor Wang was new. He probably didn’t know about Boss Su and Lin Xuan’s… relationship.
"Relax, Professor Wang," the Principal said with a knowing smile. "Boss Su would never punish Young Master Lin."
"Huh?"
Professor Wang frowned.
Never punish Lin Xuan?
What did that mean?
An outrageous thought crossed his mind—could it be… Boss Su had taken a liking to Lin Xuan?
No, that couldn’t be.
Rumors said Boss Su kept men at arm’s length, and Lin Xuan was just a senior in college. Why would she be interested in him?
"Don’t worry if you don’t understand. Just watch—you’ll see." The Principal chuckled before turning his attention back to Su Hua and Lin Xuan.
Su Hua had reached Lin Xuan’s side.
Today, she wore an elegant white qipao, exuding refined grace.
The perfectly tailored dress accentuated her alluring curves—her slender waist, her graceful posture.
The slit in the skirt revealed glimpses of her long, shapely legs.
Her hair was loosely pinned up with a wooden hairpin, leaving only two strands framing her face.
Her eyes sparkled, her skin flawless, and an inexplicable charm radiated from her.
The students dared not stare too long, quickly averting their gazes.
A woman like Boss Su was beyond their reach.
Anyone foolish enough to try courting her wouldn’t live to regret it.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan was deep in a pleasant dream.
In it, he was with Su Hua.
For once, he played the dominant role—finally overpowering her in bed, proving his masculinity.
Lin Xuan knew it was just a dream.
In reality, unless Hua Bao let him, he could never reduce her to such a state.
Su Hua bent at the waist, her soft lips brushing against Lin Xuan’s ear.
"Ah-Xuan."
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
