Teaching Chen Qiuyu, whose foundation is shaky, is frankly a thankless task when you think about it.
No matter how good Shen Nian is at math, he’s still just a student. Teaching is a job for teachers—otherwise, what’s the point of having math teachers?
Just like how some people refuse to drink Lady Wanko milk, a well-structured study plan can significantly boost learning efficiency. This applies to English, and math is no exception.
Getting a math study plan from the teacher? Perfect—easy and hassle-free. Then, all Shen Nian needs to do is teach Chen Qiuyu some basics, and those 2,000 yuan will practically waltz right into his bank account.
Teacher, surely you don’t want your student moping around all day because they failed math, do you?
Lunch break.
Oddly enough, Shen Nian had been drowsy during class, but now that it was time to rest, he was wide awake.
Xia Yanchun returned to the classroom after lunch, only to find it empty—no sign of Shen Nian. She blinked in confusion.
Where did this guy run off to now?
After a short wait, Shen Nian finally strolled back in, empty-handed. Didn’t look like he’d gone shopping.
“Where were you just now?”
“Went upstairs to see the math teacher.”
“What for?”
“Tch, just some stuff. Why the interrogation? Ease up on the possessiveness, babe.”
“Dumbass.”
Shen Nian pulled out Li Shiyan’s chair and plopped down.
He and Chen Dongchong had bolted to the cafeteria, so they finished lunch quickly. Right after, Shen Nian headed to the teachers’ office upstairs.
The math teacher wasn’t in the so-called “Genius Retirement Home”—she was a proper, no-nonsense woman.
When Shen Nian asked her to draft a study plan tailored for Chen Qiuyu, she agreed almost immediately.
Truth be told, most teachers love this kind of thing. If they could, they’d happily customize study plans for every student, patching up each one’s weak spots.
Of course, that’s assuming every student actually has the drive to improve—which, let’s be real, is highly unlikely.
“I’m getting a haircut this afternoon. Wanna come with for a wash?” Shen Nian reached over and started fiddling with Xia Yanchun’s hair, grinning like an idiot. He was in a good mood today, and when he felt like this, all he wanted was to stick close to her.
And when he was in a bad mood? Even more reason to stick close—because being near her was the cure.
Xia Yanchun nodded. She’d been planning to wash her hair tonight anyway. Doing it in the afternoon meant she could hit the bed early and lounge in comfort.
“Aren’t you gonna say thanks?”
“Hmph. You mess with my hair every day. Treating me to a wash is the least you could do.” Xia Yanchun crossed her arms, entirely unapologetic.
“Fair enough. Thanks, Chun-babe, for letting me play with your hair for ten whole years. How about you repay me by being my devoted servant for life?”
“Piss off. Playing word games now? You’re pushing it.” Xia Yanchun swatted his hand away—not because she minded him touching her hair, or even the dumb joke, but because he was getting a little too bold.
Lately, his hair-playing had escalated. Now it wasn’t just her hair—he’d brush her earlobes, pinch her ears. Today it’s the ears, tomorrow it’ll be her face, and before you know it, he’ll be testing all the boundaries.
Absolutely not. She had to put a stop to this behavior before it got out of hand.
Unfazed, Shen Nian propped his head on the desk and stared at her. Xia Yanchun held his gaze for a moment before rolling her eyes and looking away.
Shen Nian had a weird habit of ogling her. She, however, had no interest in ogling back. If a dog bites you, you don’t bite it back, do you?
Around 1 p.m., Xia Yanchun pulled a small pillow from her desk drawer and settled in for a nap.
By now, she was almost used to Shen Nian’s creepy staring. Blinking sleepily, she muttered, “Aren’t you gonna sleep?”
“Not tired.”
“You…” Xia Yanchun was at a loss. It was like Shen Nian had an endless supply of energy.
Sure, teenagers were supposed to be lively, but this guy was on another level.
“Chun-babe.” Shen Nian shamelessly slid his hand closer, then hooked his pinky around hers with a goofy grin.
“?”
Xia Yanchun was baffled.
What is this supposed to mean?
How could someone be so blatant yet so sneaky at the same time?
She shot him a warning glare and clenched her fist, denying him access.
“Oh, you think I actually want to touch you? Hilarious. I’ve got plenty of people lining up for my attention—you’re nothing special. Basic.”
“Someone’s mad they can’t get what they want.”
“Pfft. Whatever. Your hands aren’t even that great. It’s not like I’ve never held them before.” Shen Nian put on an exaggerated pout and stomped back to his seat like a petulant child.
Xia Yanchun bit her lip to keep from laughing. The acting is so over-the-top!
The ceiling fan hummed overhead. Shen Nian didn’t bother her again, opting to work on some test papers instead. When he glanced over later, Xia Yanchun was already fast asleep, her breathing soft and steady.
She looked so peaceful—probably dreaming something sweet.
Part of him wanted to wake her up just to see her groggy, disoriented expression. But another part wanted to keep watching her sleep, admiring every little detail. Even her eyebrows were adorable. Ugh, I’m so whipped.
In the end, Shen Nian left her undisturbed. He slipped out of school quietly—he had business to attend to.
He’d visited the bike shop multiple times before but never bought anything. Today, though, he was serious. He’d put it off long enough.
At this point, suddenly having a few thousand yuan to spare for an electric scooter wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.
What if I said I earned it from selling fish I caught?
Yeah, he wouldn’t believe that either. But it was possible—his fishing skills were legit enough to make that kind of money in no time.
Not that he’d actually gone fishing. But if Shen Yue ever got suspicious, he could always drag her along on a weekend trip to prove his skills.
Then again, given how lazy Shen Yue was, she’d probably refuse to go.
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Bike Shop.
The moment the owner spotted Shen Nian walking in, his good mood took a nosedive.
This kid had been showing up in his school uniform for weeks, hogging the AC and free tea, eyeing every scooter in the shop. Every time, he’d say, Next time, I’ll buy one! But after seven or eight visits, it was still just next time.
The owner couldn’t even complain—shoppers were supposed to take their time, right? If he got rude, the kid might just take his business to the competition.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Shen Nian was just messing with him. No proof, though.
Ah, whatever. It’s just tea and crackers.
Forcing a smile, the owner said, “Back again, kid? How about some Longjing tea?”
“Boss, I’m not here for tea.”
“Oh, now you say that? After all the free drinks you’ve had?”
At this point, the owner had given up on making a sale. Might as well treat it as having company.
His tea was cheap anyway—30 yuan for a bulk bag that lasted a month.
“Boss, isn’t this a bike shop? I’m here to buy a bike.” Shen Nian gave him a deadpan look.
He had come by a lot before, always saying he’d buy something but really just mooching off the AC and snacks. Eventually, he noticed the owner’s annoyance and stopped visiting as much.
But today was different. He was actually here to make a purchase—and this guy was still pushing tea on him.
“Forget the bike. Have some tea first.”
The owner sipped his drink dismissively. What high schooler had money for a bike? If anyone was buying, it’d be the parents. He’d seen through this act.
“Alright, I’ll just go to the shop across the street then. Bye, boss.” Shen Nian turned to leave.
“Wait—you’re serious about buying?”
"Right, the little Niu we checked out last time."
"Wha—why didn’t you say so earlier?!"
"I mentioned it as soon as I got here, didn’t I?"
The shop owner snapped to attention and immediately began attending to Shen Nian.
Close call, close call. He’d been dutifully sipping tea with this guy for so long, almost letting the rival shop across the street swoop in and steal the deal.
When it came to buying a car, Shen Nian was dead serious.
After researching for days, the purchase itself went smoothly. For some reason, though, the owner’s expression carried a strange sense of relieved satisfaction.
Uh-oh. Did I just buy a refurbished second-hand?
"Haha, I’ll throw in two helmets, two floor mats, and an extra bike lock for you..."
"You’re too kind, boss." Shen Nian felt like a lucky charm—why not gift me another car while you’re at it?
"Of course, of course! Let me brew some tea—one last cup together."
The owner puffed out his chest. Truly, men only bond over tea. He and Shen Nian had developed a genuine connection, though their friendship had outgrown the cheap, thirty-yuan-a-bag Longjing.
Next up: the good stuff—hundreds of yuan for a tiny packet!
Call it the farewell tea.
Nowadays, car shops handle license plate registration too. Buy at noon, and by afternoon, they’ll sort out the plates. The owner told Shen Nian to come back later, and the car would be road-ready.
Tucking the invoice into his pocket, Shen Nian was in high spirits. From today onward, he was officially a car owner.
You’ve got your Land Rovers and BMWs, I’ve got my little Niu (e-bike). Both are part of the animal kingdom—no hierarchy here.
So, BMW dude, mind sharing some of those photo-op beauties next to your ride for my little Niu?
Shen Nian was good at math. He knew about equivalent substitution.
∵ BMW = animal-themed, Niu = animal-themed
∵ BMW = luxury car, Lamborghini = luxury car
∴ Niu = luxury car
Guess that means he’s driving a luxury ride now.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
