Trash?
Did Lin Xuan say the knee pads she gave him were trash? Wasn’t that indirectly calling her trash?
Qin Ruoyao’s expression turned grim.
Lin Xuan returned to his seat, and Wang Dahe excitedly said, “Xuan, do you know how cool you just looked?”
“Ah,” Lin Xuan sighed. “I have to stay loyal to my girlfriend, so I won’t accept gifts from other women.”
Wang Dahe: “…”
Lin Xuan: “My girlfriend is quite possessive. If she finds out, she’ll get mad.”
Wang Dahe: “…”
Damn!
He suddenly wished Su Hua would dump this smug guy.
The class erupted into chaos.
“Holy crap! Lin Xuan has a girlfriend? Who is it? Who could it be?”
“No wonder Lin Xuan ignored Qin Ruoyao. I wonder who his girlfriend is!”
“Xuan, can you stop talking about your girlfriend from now on?” Wang Dahe complained, his face full of resentment. It was making his teeth ache—he was getting full on dog food alone.
“Why don’t you go find one yourself?” Lin Xuan shot him a glance.
“Just wait!” Wang Dahe thought to himself. He was determined to find a girlfriend who was better than Lin Xuan’s…
No, no, no, how could anyone compare to Su Hua in terms of wealth and family background?
But he could find a gentle girl to be his girlfriend.
A strong woman like Su Hua probably wasn’t gentle at all!
Qin Ruoyao sat in her seat, feeling more and more wronged. Tears streamed down her face, her delicate sobs tugging at everyone’s heartstrings.
Luo Yuan had taken the day off, or else he would’ve been heartbroken seeing Qin Ruoyao like this.
“Ruoyao, what’s wrong?” Li Siyu asked with concern.
Qin Ruoyao tearfully explained what had happened in a soft voice.
“Ruoyao, if you want to win Lin Xuan back, you have to persevere. This is just the beginning. Over time, you’ll touch his heart,” Li Siyu comforted her.
Qin Ruoyao felt like giving up, but the thought of Su Hua, that woman, made her determined not to back down.
She liked Lin Xuan, but she also wanted to put Su Hua in her place.
She would never give up on Lin Xuan!
As long as she treated him well, he would surely notice her!
After finishing his classes, Lin Xuan returned to his small villa at noon, lay down, and started writing novels in his mind space.
His novel website’s library needed to be well-stocked to retain readers.
Since it was a new site, there were no books yet, so he had to write some high-quality novels himself to fill it.
Lin Xuan wrote novels in various genres: male-oriented, female-oriented, urban, cultivation, fantasy, high martial arts, romance—he covered them all.
Lin Xuan’s fingers flew across the keyboard. He had already developed the novel app and was waiting for the right opportunity to make it blow up.
He believed Morning Glory would provide that opportunity.
Two days later.
Lin Xuan’s royalty payment arrived, totaling over ten million.
His novel had become a sensation across the internet.
The CEO of Leap Novel Website had also returned from his business trip.
“How have the novels been performing lately?” Meng Bo asked.
The female-oriented editor-in-chief replied, “CEO, the female-oriented novels are still the same as before.”
Meng Bo nodded. Maintaining the status quo wasn’t bad.
“What about the male-oriented ones?” Meng Bo asked again.
The male-oriented editor-in-chief seemed much more confident. He smiled and said, “CEO, we’ve got a massive hit in the male-oriented section. It only took four days from its release to completion, and the average subscriptions have already reached 500,000. It’s gone viral.”
Meng Bo was shocked.
Only four days, and it was completed?
With 500,000 average subscriptions?
“Editor Wang, make sure you treat this author well!” Meng Bo instructed.
*Knock, knock, knock.*
A knock sounded at the door.
“Come in,” Meng Bo called out.
Morning Glory walked into the office wearing a cheongsam, her slender waist swaying.
“CEO,” she cooed in a sweet, delicate voice.
The two editors exchanged glances and tactfully left the office.
“Morning Glory just got married, and now she’s back to seduce the CEO. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
The female editor speculated, “Editor Huang, do you think she’s here for Lin Xuan’s novel?”
After hearing this, the male-oriented editor also began to worry.
He hoped Morning Glory wouldn’t stir up any trouble.
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?"
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
