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: "…"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?"
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?!
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!
