Back home, Shen Nian immediately took a hot shower. It felt amazing.
Although Shen Yue's door was closed, the light underneath was on. Shen Nian went over and knocked. "Sis, are you going to the parent-teacher meeting on Saturday?"
"Mmm, no!"
"I'm opening the door, okay?"
Shen Nian opened the door directly, locking eyes with Shen Yue who was secretly eating spicy hot pot.
The room's air conditioner was on, making it warm but a bit stuffy. The originally faintly fragrant room was now mixed with the smell of spicy hot pot, and Shen Nian almost didn't dare to enter.
"The boss told our department to prepare for overtime. We might have to work unexpectedly this weekend. For the parent-teacher meeting, ask mom and dad to go. And don't even think about them not coming; I'll tell them right away that you have a parent-teacher meeting this week."
"Let them come then, I'm not scared, bro." Shen Nian pouted. Did they really think anyone could lecture him?
He estimated his own score; the absolute lowest was 650. The ranking for that score was really not low at all.
"What 'bro'? Who's your bro? Call me 'sis'. You sound like a little punk. I don't know who you're learning this from. You used to be fine before. Is it from playing Three Kingdoms Kill?"
"No way, we Three Kingdoms Kill players are the best. I'm out. Go to sleep early. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow. What do you want?"
"No need, it'll be cold by the time I get up. Go to sleep."
"......"
......
Friday. The cold snap had passed, and by five o'clock, there were signs of a fine, sunny day.
The temperature had noticeably risen. At twenty degrees, there was no need to bundle up like a dumpling as in the previous few days. Shen Nian's autumn school uniform was just right.
At the park, the outdoor dance enthusiasts were still there, but the old gentleman in the white robe from before was nowhere to be seen.
Looking across the entire park, he couldn't find a single person to exchange banter with. How tragic.
It felt like a piece was missing from Shen Nian's heart. He only practiced for half an hour before sitting on the park's fitness bars, inheriting the will of that white-robed elder.
It has to be said, these aunties dancing in the square are the true enjoyers of life. Who knows how they manage to get up so early every day to dance.
High school students who can get up at this hour are all the elite of the nation, destined to be outstanding talents in the future.
He originally wanted to calm down and watch the square dancing, but Shen Nian simply couldn't ignore the girl in the wheelchair nearby.
While jogging earlier, he had seen this girl driving her wheelchair around. Now she probably wanted to leave but couldn't get up the park's accessible ramp. She had just gone halfway before slowly reversing back down.
Shen Nian is a good person.
He jumped down from the bars and took a couple of steps over, wanting to go help.
Then he saw the girl get off the wheelchair, lift it while walking with a limp, carry it up to the top, and then sit back down on it with a limp.
"......"
Wait, you can walk.
Shen Nian chuckled and decided to stop practicing, heading back along the path.
As he passed the girl in the wheelchair, Shen Nian gave her a glance. A quite pretty girl, with fair, cool-toned skin like Xia Yanchun, but a bit thinner. She was wearing slippers. He wondered what she was doing alone in the park so early in the morning.
Logically, shouldn't someone with leg problems have an escort when going out?
Shen Nian didn't interfere further. As usual, he bought breakfast, went home for a quick shower, and went to school with Xia Yanchun.
Today was the day the results came out. Shen Nian was quite looking forward to it. Who understands the feeling of working hard for a month and then seeing the scores?
After all, midterm exams are high-level monsters. Getting the results means the next main quest is about to arrive.
Looking forward to it.
Xia Yanchun had also changed into her autumn school uniform, but she wore a thicker long-sleeve shirt underneath and had zipped up her jacket.
Not speaking, she looked exactly like a sweet, soft student girl. Shen Nian was instantly smitten, circling Xia Yanchun and looking her up and down.
"Have you looked enough!"
"Hehe."
Xia Yanchun sighed helplessly, fumbled in her pocket, and pulled out a carton of plain milk. "Stop with the 'hehe'. Here, for you."
"Huh? When and where did you buy this?"
"Bought it before and forgot to drink it. Only saw it last night. You have it. You should be secretly happy to have a good sister like me."
"Then what do all the breakfasts I've bought for you all this time count as?"
"They count as you being a good little brother."
"You get to have all the advantages, huh?" Shen Nian said something shocking. "You keep emphasizing 'sister, brother'... do you want to have an inces—"
"Hey!"
Xia Yanchun was genuinely angry, quickly cutting him off to stop him from saying these strange things.
"Okay, okay, I won't say it." Shen Nian couldn't hold back a laugh. "Then it should count as you having a good childhood friend."
"Ew, don't you feel awkward saying words like that? I'm cringing so hard I could dig my toes into the ground."
"Did you really dig? Take off your shoe and let me see the toe-digging. You can keep your socks on."
"Get lost. I'll stuff your mouth with my socks."
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
