Dongfang Family Villa.
Little Secretary woke up from her daze with two crumpled paper balls stuffed in her nostrils, the sound of running water still audible in the house. Dongfang Zhixia was washing dishes—tasks that should have been Little Secretary’s responsibility, given that the enormous villa housed only the two of them. Dongfang Zhixia disliked having other people in her living space, so she could only tolerate sharing it with Little Secretary. Naturally, all the messy chores fell onto Little Secretary’s shoulders.
But this time, Little Secretary had overthought things to the point of fainting, and now Dongfang Zhixia had to take care of her instead.
Dongfang Zhixia untied the apron around her waist and hung it on a nearby hook. As she turned to dry her hands, she noticed a pair of big, sparkling eyes staring fixedly at her.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
"If you’re awake, hurry up and get ready. We still have class later!" Dongfang Zhixia glared at Little Secretary.
Only then did Little Secretary snap out of her daze and start gathering the things Dongfang Zhixia needed for class. An outsider might have mistaken Dongfang Zhixia for the one assigned to take care of Little Secretary.
"All set, Miss!" Little Secretary trotted over with a handbag packed with the day’s study materials, handing it to Dongfang Zhixia before striking a stiff, at-attention pose.
But with her adorable looks, there was no trace of seriousness—just pure, clueless cuteness.
Normally, the two didn’t interact like this. However, Little Secretary had recently been binge-watching idol dramas and, inspired by the suave bodyguards in those shows, had adopted their mannerisms when attending to her young mistress.
Dongfang Zhixia was already used to it. Just the other day, Little Secretary had insisted on kissing her twice before they left the house, claiming, "That’s how they do it in the dramas! I can’t do worse than them…"
"Honestly, cut back on the TV. Read more when you have time. Or maybe you should just come to class with me?"
Dongfang Zhixia sighed in resignation.
The moment Little Secretary heard the word "class," her head shook like a rattle drum, her eyes instantly welling up with pitiful tears. "Wuwuwu… Miss, I won’t understand anything anyway, wuwuwu…"
Over the years, Little Secretary had studied whatever Dongfang Zhixia studied—no favoritism there.
Unfortunately, Little Secretary was a bit slow. No matter what she learned, she struggled. Though she did take the college entrance exam, her final score was a staggering 249—barely enough to scrape into a decent vocational college.
But as Little Secretary put it:
"Phew, almost became a 250… Glad I dodged that bullet." She patted her soft chest, her tone laced with faint relief.
Dongfang Zhixia nearly choked on her own anger. She had expected Little Secretary’s results to be lackluster, but not this bad.
If she had to work a regular job, she’d probably starve to death.
Since Dongfang Zhixia and Little Secretary were inseparable, and Dongfang Zhixia was attending school here, Little Secretary—who couldn’t even manage vocational college—had her enrollment arranged through the chairman’s influence.
Great Sea City Noble Academy didn’t accept external applicants. Even internal recommendations required terrifyingly high scores—unless, of course, one had the right connections.
Little Secretary had "adorably bluffed" her way in, securing a spot to keep studying alongside her young mistress. Otherwise, her education would’ve ended at high school—not that academic credentials mattered much to her anyway.
Already slow-witted, she naturally couldn’t follow the lessons. Hence, the mere mention of class sent her into despair.
"Memorize fifty words today. I’ll test you when I get back. Miss one, and you skip a bite at lunch!"
Dongfang Zhixia put on her fiercest glare, while Little Secretary pouted, too timid to argue. She mumbled incoherently for a while before settling on a pitiful stare.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
"Forty."
"Miss…"
"Thirty."
"That’s still so many…"
"Final offer—twenty. Not one less. For every word you miss, you run an extra kilometer tonight!"
Dongfang Zhixia deflated like a punctured balloon, compromising yet again while maintaining her "strict" facade. Seeing no room for further negotiation, Little Secretary nodded vigorously.
"Mm-hmm! Twenty words! I’ll definitely finish the mission, Miss!"
She patted her chest—soft and squishy—reassuring Dongfang Zhixia with utmost determination.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
Only after Dongfang Zhixia left did Little Secretary flop back onto the sofa, her baby-fat cheeks sinking into a pillow as her eyes curled into contented waves.
"Study a bit… watch some drama… study a bit more… watch some more…"
Time slipped away unnoticed. Little Secretary completely forgot about Ye Cheng—and the vocabulary list—lost in her "just a little more" cycle.
……
Classroom.
Ye Cheng was stuck in his usual routine:
Pondering what to eat for lunch, what to eat for dinner, and how to perform "surgery" on his eraser later.
Shen Qinghan seemed unusually focused today. Every time Ye Cheng tried to strike up a conversation to lighten the mood, he was met with icy indifference.
Ye Cheng was furious!
Did he really have to be the one chasing after her? Did he really have to keep humiliating himself like this? Did he really—
Ye Cheng raged… and then raged no further.
Back to contemplating lunch, dinner, and the eraser…
The morning passed in a daze, eerily quiet and dull. His masculine sixth sense warned him—today, something big was coming.
Based on his many years of reincarnated life experience, whenever things seemed too smooth, trouble was brewing.
It wasn’t true peace—just "Life" lying in ambush around the corner, waiting to elbow him the moment he let his guard down.
Ye Cheng couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off today, though he couldn’t pinpoint what.
What he didn’t notice was Shen Qinghan stealing subtle glances at him from the corner of her eye.
Or rather, observing him.
Shen Qinghan never used to do this—if she looked, it was openly, followed by accusing him of staring. But today was different.
Strange.
So strange. How had he suddenly become… better-looking overnight?
The thought had crossed her mind earlier when she was draped over him. Ye Cheng never buttoned the top two buttons of his uniform—it was more comfortable that way.
And with the jacket on, it didn’t seem too revealing.
Of course, to those around them, Shen Qinghan had a clear view from her angle at the time—not intentionally, but Ye Cheng was running so fast that she had to lower her head to avoid the rushing wind.
And then she caught sight of Ye Cheng’s absolutely sculpted muscle definition.
Shen Qinghan froze for a moment. She didn’t remember Ye Cheng’s muscles being this pronounced before. Upon closer inspection, she also noticed that he seemed paler and… more attractive?
Ye Cheng’s looks were originally an 8 out of 10, but his odd behavior had docked him a point, bringing him down to a 7. In reality, if he just stood there quietly without speaking, he’d still be an 8. But now, the system had gifted him those striking muscle lines, pulling his charm up by nearly another point.
Not quite a 9, but infinitely close—already at the level of a walking succubus.
People like Dongfang Zhixia and Shen Qinghan, whose charm was a solid 9, had countless admirers and pursuers no matter how bad their temper or personality was.
Now, with Ye Cheng’s charm inching infinitely closer to a 9, the effects of his succubus-like allure were beginning to show.
Back when Ye Cheng had barged into the girls’ dormitory to borrow someone, it hadn’t caused nearly as much chaos as it did today.
Looking past the surface, the real reason was Ye Cheng’s charm at work—Shen Qinghan just hadn’t realized it yet. She, too, couldn’t escape the bewitching effect, just as Ye Cheng couldn’t refuse Shen Qinghan’s demands.
Like two magnets, they were either drawn together or repelled.
Shen Qinghan had no classes all morning and spent the time sneaking glances at Ye Cheng.
Her icy, indifferent act was just that—an act. In truth, her heartbeat had already begun to quicken without her realizing it.
That guy… was he always this good-looking?
Shen Qinghan asked herself this question again, sensing that something was off about her current state. She needed to calm down.
Back when Ye Cheng had clung to her leg before, she hadn’t reacted much. But today…
Lost in thought, she barely registered when Ye Cheng’s hand landed on her thigh—and then gave it a squeeze.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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)
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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."
