The Infirmary.
"It's alright, Dr. Tang. The innocent have nothing to fear—let’s just ignore all those rumors." Ye Cheng crouched beside Tang Yuyao, patting her shoulder reassuringly.
"Waaah… How can you say something so heartless? This is all your fault! My reputation is ruined, waaah…"
Tang Yuyao looked utterly devastated, tears dripping onto her glasses, blurring her vision.
Helpless, she took off her gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them clean, and once the fog cleared, resumed crying.
Somehow, it was oddly amusing.
Meanwhile, Ye Cheng wore the relieved expression of someone who’d narrowly escaped disaster.
"Phew, good thing they don’t know who I am."
Tang Yuyao: "???"
She had just stopped crying, but Ye Cheng’s words broke her all over again. Tears gushed out instantly.
"You jerk!"
"Waaah…"
Ye Cheng checked the time—just three to five minutes left before class. If he ran now, he could still make it.
"Dr. Tang, take your time crying. I gotta go—class is about to start. Latecomers lose credits, you know…"
Completely oblivious to Tang Yuyao’s glare, he stood up to leave.
The moment he rose, Tang Yuyao—eyes red and puffy—sprang up too. With a sudden burst of energy, she tackled him to the ground.
And bit him!
Ye Cheng: "…"
"AAAAHHH!!!"
……
Ding-dong!
The class bell rang. Just before the teacher entered, Ye Cheng dashed inside.
"Whew, that was close. Almost late."
The classmate he’d blocked at the door: "…"
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Ye Cheng cheerfully carried a pineapple-flavored drink and an ice cream—snagged from Tang Yuyao—back to his seat in the last row.
He placed both items on Shen Qinghan’s desk.
"Miss Shen, I picked these up on my way back. Hope they suit your taste?"
On the way back?
Shen Qinghan recalled Ye Cheng sprinting across the campus earlier. Nothing about that looked like a detour.
Still, she didn’t call him out.
Seeing the treats, most of her irritation faded. She’d thought Ye Cheng was avoiding her, but he’d actually gone to get her something.
She wasn’t sure how he’d guessed she was thirsty, but at this point, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that it worked. Though the young mistress’s face remained as cold and expressionless as ever, Ye Cheng could sense her mood lifting.
To make it easier for her, he even thoughtfully unscrewed the bottle cap.
Bubbles slowly rose, reaching the rim before gently settling back down.
Not wanting to make her feel awkward, Ye Cheng returned to his seat after delivering the goods and resumed performing "surgery" on his eraser.
Soon, the sound of the "eraser’s screams" reached Shen Qinghan’s ears again.
After drinking, the discomfort in her throat vanished, replaced by a refreshing coolness. Her gaze shifted to the ice cream on her desk.
Chocolate-flavored—her favorite.
She unwrapped it and took a bite.
From an angle Ye Cheng couldn’t see, the faintest smile tugged at Shen Qinghan’s lips.
Looking out the window again, the scenery somehow seemed more pleasing. Her mood had clearly improved.
……
Noon.
The classroom was empty—everyone else had left for lunch—except for Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan, locked in a staring contest.
"Miss Shen, aren’t we going to eat?" Ye Cheng blinked rapidly, eyes pleading.
Shen Qinghan didn’t answer, just kept staring.
"Are you cold?" she finally asked.
"Yeah, the AC’s too strong in here. Freezing."
He wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck—twice.
Shen Qinghan silently observed the sweat beading on his forehead.
"Take it off."
"Huh? Oh, this? Wow, Miss Shen, you’ve got great taste!" Ye Cheng gave her a thumbs-up, then removed his school badge and handed it to her.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
"I meant the scarf," she said flatly.
"The scarf? Haha, well, I’m kinda cold, so maybe let’s skip that?"
Ye Cheng’s words were tripping over themselves.
More sweat formed—partly from heat, partly from fear.
Damn it. Wearing a scarf in the middle of summer, with temperatures over 40°C? Only he’d do something this ridiculous.
And this scarf? Stolen straight from the infirmary.
He couldn’t take it off now—it was covered in Tang Yuyao’s "evidence."
One thing was certain: if Shen Qinghan saw those marks, she wouldn’t be happy.
Shen Qinghan stared at him, silent and unreadable.
The pressure grew unbearable. Finally, Ye Cheng caved and removed the scarf.
Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes.
"What is this?"
"Oh, this? Just cooling patches. Super refreshing when you stick them on your skin," Ye Cheng explained.
Indeed, he had a second layer of defense—rows of cooling patches plastered over his neck and shoulders.
Shen Qinghan said coolly, "But you just said you were cold."
"Haha, yeah, with so many patches, it’s a bit chilly. Hence the scarf, haha…"
"Peel them off."
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary…"
Seeing his resistance, Shen Qinghan didn’t waste words. She reached out and yanked one off.
"YAMEROOOO—!" Ye Cheng howled.
Underneath the patch was a clear, unmistakable bite mark.
Shen Qinghan’s pupils trembled.
"Who did this?!"
Unconsciously, her voice carried a sharp edge—one even she didn’t notice.
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.”
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
