"Yao Yao, don't cry. If Lin Xuan doesn't want you, there's still me. I will treat you very well, I promise," Luo Yuan said tenderly as he wiped away Qin Ruoyao's tears.
"Wuwuwu, Luo Yuan, am I really that unlikable?" Qin Ruoyao sobbed uncontrollably.
"How could you say that? Yao Yao, many people at this school like you. If you were unlikable, they wouldn't like you," Luo Yuan comforted her.
"But Lin Xuan doesn't like me," Qin Ruoyao said, her heart aching as she recalled the disdainful look in Lin Xuan's eyes.
"If he doesn't like you, it's because he has no taste, Yao Yao. If you were with me, I would cherish you," Luo Yuan assured her.
Qin Ruoyao frowned and pulled away from Luo Yuan's shoulder.
"I'm going back to gym class," she said, having no intention of being with Luo Yuan. His family only owned a small factory, barely making 400,000 yuan a month. If it weren't for the fact that Luo Yuan was such a devoted admirer, she wouldn't even bother with him!
"Let me walk you back," Luo Yuan said, trailing behind Qin Ruoyao like a loyal servant.
After Su Hua returned to the residence arranged for her by the principal, the principal immediately called Qin Ruoyao's homeroom teacher.
"Has Qin Ruoyao from the third-year computer science class done anything against school regulations in the past three years?"
The homeroom teacher, who had been with Qin Ruoyao since her freshman year, knew all about her students' disciplinary records. She shook her head, "No, she hasn't. Principal, what happened?"
"Today, she was seen pestering a boy named Lin Xuan for hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy a necklace. Su Hua witnessed it," the principal said gravely.
"Su Hua?" the teacher asked, confused.
"Yes, the head of Su Corporation, Su Hua."
The teacher was stunned. "!!!"
The principal continued, "Have Qin Ruoyao write a 3,000-word self-criticism and read it aloud at the opening ceremony this afternoon at 3 PM. We need to give Su Hua a proper explanation."
"Understood, Principal. I'll handle it immediately," the teacher replied solemnly. This matter concerned the school's image in front of Su Hua. The entire school had worked so hard to leave a good impression on her, and now Qin Ruoyao had ruined it all!
The teacher, with a grim expression, went to find Qin Ruoyao.
"Teacher, were you looking for me?" Qin Ruoyao, dressed in a white Chanel-style dress, walked over.
The teacher said, "Regarding the incident where you pestered Lin Xuan for hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy a necklace, you are to immediately handwrite a 3,000-word self-criticism and read it at the opening ceremony today."
"Teacher, I won't write it," Qin Ruoyao pouted in protest. "It's so embarrassing. Besides, asking Lin Xuan for money is just between him and me. It doesn't affect the school."
The teacher didn't waste words, coldly stating, "Choose between writing the self-criticism or being expelled."
Qin Ruoyao was shocked. Expulsion? That serious?
Frightened, Qin Ruoyao hurried back to her dorm to start writing the self-criticism. She didn't dare ask Luo Yuan to write it for her, afraid it would ruin her goddess image in his eyes.
Qin Ruoyao racked her brains, trying to keep her account of asking Lin Xuan for money as vague as possible.
After gym class, Lin Xuan was drenched in sweat and planned to return to his dorm to shower. He and Wang Dahe chatted and laughed as they walked to the dorm.
At the dorm entrance, Jiang Qing stopped him.
"Secretary Jiang? What are you doing here?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
Jiang Qing smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Lin, Su Hua is waiting for you. Please come with me."
Jiang Qing led Lin Xuan to a two-story villa.
"Young Master Lin, this is the residence Su Hua arranged for you. We've already moved your belongings from the dorm here," Jiang Qing said with a smile.
Lin Xuan was confused.
Why had Su Hua arranged a separate residence for him? Was it because of the love letter incident with Ye Li yesterday?
The principal happened to be coming out of the villa.
"Lin Xuan," the principal greeted him warmly.
Lin Xuan was flattered.
The principal, who was usually stern and serious, was now being so kind and approachable!
It must be because of Su Hua. The principal was treating him so well because of her. Indeed, having money and power was advantageous.
"Principal," Lin Xuan responded politely.
"Lin Xuan, I've reviewed your grades. They're excellent. Keep up the good work, and you have a bright future ahead," the principal said, his smile growing even warmer. A student who was both academically strong and polite, and connected to Su Hua—who wouldn't like such a student?
"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded.
"Here's my business card," the principal said, handing Lin Xuan a card. "Lin Xuan, if you ever need anything or face any difficulties at school, don't hesitate to come to me."
"Thank you," Lin Xuan said, accepting the card.
"I'll take my leave now. You and Su Hua get along well," the principal said, giving Lin Xuan a meaningful look. Lin Xuan and Su Hua made a handsome pair—one handsome, the other beautiful. They were quite the sight together.
After the principal left, Lin Xuan entered the villa.
Jiang Qing escorted Lin Xuan inside and then discreetly left.
She didn't want to be a third wheel.
Su Hua was already seated at the dining table, wearing a white short dress with a black belt cinched around her slender waist, exuding a quiet elegance.
Hearing footsteps, Su Hua looked up and saw Lin Xuan. Her gaze softened.
"Sit," she said, only letting her guard down and shedding her usual aloofness when she was with Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan casually pulled out a chair and sat across from her.
Su Hua frowned.
Lin Xuan rubbed his arm. Why was it so cold?
Su Hua remained silent, just watching him.
Lin Xuan felt uneasy. What was going on? Why was Su Hua acting so temperamental again?
Could it be...
Lin Xuan tried sitting next to Su Hua, and finally, the chill in the air disappeared.
So, Su Hua had been upset because he hadn't sat beside her...
He seemed to have discovered a childish, endearing side of Su Hua.
"Su Hua, why did you have me move here?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
"Because I don't want my man to suffer. I want to give you the best of everything."
Lin Xuan was moved, but then...
"And..." Su Hua's red lips brushed against Lin Xuan's ear, her tone slightly teasing, "It's more convenient for us to have our little affair here."
Lin Xuan: "..." Who would have thought that the formidable, decisive head of Su Corporation could be so... passionate in private.
"It's past noon already, Su Hua. Let's eat," Lin Xuan said, serving food into Su Hua's bowl.
Su Hua didn't touch her chopsticks. Instead, she raised her right hand slightly and said, "My hand hurts."
"Let me feed you," Lin Xuan said, picking up an oyster and holding it to Su Hua's lips. "Open up, be good."
Su Hua obediently opened her mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ah Xuan, he was so good to her...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
