Silence!
A deathly silence filled the room, a terrifying stillness. In that moment, Tang Yuyao even held her breath, gritting her teeth and managing not to reveal any flaw.
The two of them maintained this bizarre quiet and balance for a full two and a half minutes before Ye Cheng finally shifted his scrutinizing, suspicious gaze away.
That's right. Ye Cheng had been testing Tang Yuyao, checking if she had woken up. After all, if she really was awake, the things he needed to do next would be impossible to proceed with.
As for what Ye Cheng was about to do... it was simple: help Tang Yuyao with a physical activity known as "Super Beast Armor," "Armor Fusion," or "Magical Girl Transformation."
Given their previous state, all their clothes were completely ruined. After washing Tang Yuyao clean, Ye Cheng went to wash their destroyed garments.
By hand.
As for why he didn't use the washing machine... this wasn't washing clothes, this was practically just spreading things around evenly!
If he did that, even for someone like Ye Cheng who wasn't a neat freak, it would feel disgusting for a long time. He'd never be able to look at the school uniform he wore the same way again. Reluctantly, Ye Cheng had to wash everything by hand.
Hmm... that's right, all by hand. His own, and that of a certain slacker doctor. All hand-washed. Ye Cheng even learned what colors everything was.
In principle, this sort of thing fell under "see no evil" or something like that.
But now, everything that should and shouldn't be seen had already been seen. Talking about any damn "see no evil" now would just be hypocritical, and he loved putting hypocrites in their place.
He was different. He looked openly and without shame!
Before leaving the room, Ye Cheng dried his own clothes first for convenience when going out, then Tang Yuyao's. After a trip outside, her clothes should be dry by now.
Humming a happy little tune Tang Yuyao couldn't understand, Ye Cheng headed towards another room with a dryer, leaving Tang Yuyao alone in the bedroom once more.
Hearing the sounds fade into the distance, reaching a safe range, Tang Yuyao abruptly opened her eyes. Her gaze held shock and panic, and her face quickly flushed a deep red.
Fortunately, when Ye Cheng had left earlier, the alcohol in Tang Yuyao's system hadn't fully metabolized, leaving her cheeks rosy. Otherwise, with her current "overheated" appearance, Ye Cheng would have surely spotted the flaw.
"What do I do?" Tang Yuyao muttered softly to herself, her voice oddly calm.
Did you think Tang Yuyao had everything under control?
No!
In reality, Tang Yuyao was out of ideas, nearly ready to give up. The current situation was a dead end, with no possible way out. She had done so many outrageous things, even "dropped her gear."
Sigh...
It truly proved the saying: "You make your own bed, you lie in it." Tang Yuyao swore she would never drink again. If she drank again, she was a dog!
Tap, tap, tap... Clear footsteps sounded from outside the bedroom again. Tang Yuyao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly closed her eyes, making her breathing even, pretending she still hadn't woken up.
Ye Cheng stood by the bedside holding a large pile of "gear" dropped by Tang Yuyao. He placed the clothes on the nightstand and began sorting them.
Pulling out a rather "impoverished" piece of equipment, Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin, squinting his eyes as he spoke with some uncertainty.
"How am I supposed to get this thing back on the old hag?"
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao didn't dare open her eyes, maintaining the same posture from when Ye Cheng left, leaving her completely in the dark about what he was talking about.
What did he mean, get this thing back on her? What was he even... Wait!
Could the little brat be talking about clothes?
Tang Yuyao's heart sank, and she almost choked on her breath. Internally, she began screaming like a crazed groundhog, loud enough to rupture her own eardrums.
AHHHHHH!!!!
No way, this kid wouldn't actually do it, would he?
Nooooo, wuwuwu...
How is she supposed to get married after this, wuwuwu...
Tang Yuyao was on the verge of a breakdown. The best course of action would be to wake up now, put on a calm front, use her "money power" to bribe Ye Cheng, or threaten to chop him into mincemeat if he dared speak of today's events.
That was the optimal solution to this deadlock!
But for some reason, Tang Yuyao hesitated to act...
"Forget it, never mind. The old hag blacked out last time she drank, so she probably won't remember anything this time either, right?" Ye Cheng gritted his teeth. He'd do it!
If he dawdled any longer and she woke up, it would be a real mess. Opportunities are fleeting. I'll just go all in. Going all in is an art, going all in is wisdom. All in, all in~
Let's do this!!!
Little did he know, this very statement from Ye Cheng sparked an idea in the nearly collapsing Tang Yuyao.
A glimmer of hope in the midst of despair!
Tang Yuyao seemed to grasp the last lifeline, becoming somewhat excited.
Right! Last time she had "blacked out," insisting she couldn't remember anything. This time, as long as she stubbornly claimed she had "blacked out" again and remembered nothing, wouldn't that work?
Just treat it as having a nightmare, right?
Tang Yuyao felt she was an absolute genius. She could actually come up with such a brilliant solution, hahaha...
Wuwuwu... What's there to laugh about, wuwuwu... Some little brat has taken all the advantages, and you're still laughing, wuwuwu...
Tang Yuyao's "arrogance" lasted less than two seconds before she immediately started feeling emo. If possible, she'd probably be squatting on the floor right now, radiating terrifying negative energy while drawing circles.
What the hell was she even feeling relieved about, wuwuwu...
Rustling sounds came from beside her. Tang Yuyao sensed something, her heart sinking. Her body, wrapped in the blanket, stiffened slightly. She knew it was coming. The test of her acting skills was about to begin!
Tang Yuyao quickly thought about how a drunk person should behave. Dead drunk, like a corpse... Hmm, a corpse. Yes, a corpse!
As luck would have it, Tang Yuyao studied medicine. The things she was most familiar with, besides cold scalpels, were the corpses she dealt with from time to time. She even had to go to the morgue late at night to build up courage back then.
It was scary at first, but it felt okay later.
Tang Yuyao kept recalling the corpses she had seen and handled before, quickly getting into character.
Snap!
The first rope binding Tang Yuyao was undone by Ye Cheng. Her body grew even more tense, her toes curling, every cell in her body straining.
The second, the third... Snip!
After struggling for a long time with pure handwork, Master Ye ultimately chose the more economical and practical approach of scissors. Fancy techniques still couldn't beat raw numbers. With a snip of the scissors, everything opened up. Who even invented this thing?
Ye Cheng's unwrapping speed inexplicably quickened, the original buffer time once again shortened, making Tang Yuyao's heart leap into her throat.
Click, click, click... it's open!
The previously tightly wrapped white duvet, now free from its constraints, returned to its original form, becoming exceptionally fluffy and springing up like a blooming flower...
Alright, now it's time to gamble with fate.
Human Sheep, I want to... oh, wait, no. Old thing, I want to gamble with you with my life on the line!
It's the often thrilling life-or-death gamble. If Tang Yuyao were to wake up later during his "Beastform Fusion," he would die, and die horribly at that. Not even the young lady or the guild leader might be able to save him then, so... he must win!
Damn it, let's do this!
Ye Cheng reached into his pocket, pulled out a "no-brand" cigarette, and put it between his lips. Then, he took out the lighter he'd picked up off the street when he went down to buy instant noodles earlier and lit the cigarette.
The cigarette burned slowly, releasing a strangely pleasant, familiar scent, reminiscent of the young lady...
Squinting his eyes, Ye Cheng took a deep drag, then with a sweeping motion of his hand, flung aside the troublesome bedding in front of him.
Whoosh!
Beastform Fusion, activate!!!
Tang Yuyao: "!!!"
The moon hanging high outside gradually descended, its light shining through the hotel window, landing precisely on Tang Yuyao...
Moonlight... dazzle them!!!
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?"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
