"Liang Jing, huh." Ma Mingfan rubbed his nose and swung around with a clatter.
"During the National Day holiday, when I went back home, I found out she was traveling the same way. On the coach back, she was sitting right next to me."
"From the same hometown?"
"Sort of."
"How can that be 'sort of'?"
Ma Mingfan organized his words. "We were just on the same route. I live in the city, she's from the town. I got off halfway, though it's not that far apart really."
"She was sitting next to me, her phone was dead, so she just watched me play games the whole time. I even let her have a go. She said she'd download it sometime and play with me."
"What were you playing?"
Could playing Naruto really help you find your own Hinata?
Ma Mingfan shook his head. "Mobile Minecraft."
"Oh, that's alright then." Shen Nian felt relieved.
Ma Mingfan waved his hand, then, seemingly remembering something, complained to Shen Nian, "Let me tell you, Shen Nian, there are too many scams in those ten-yuan stores nowadays. I went into one and asked the owner, and he clearly stated everything in the store was ten yuan."
"I spotted a fridge in his shop, but he wouldn't sell it to me. How ridiculous is that?"
Shen Nian: ?
When I type a question mark, it's not that I have a question, it's that I think there's something wrong with your brain.
Shen Nian now had reason to suspect that Ma Mingfan's head was filled with the awful apple pie from the old lady next door.
He doesn't talk to idiots.
Unless it was raining, the flag-raising ceremony was mandatory every Monday. After raising the flag, a student would come out to read a speech, followed by a speech from the school leadership.
Not just the students, even some of the more motivated teachers didn't like it either.
The leadership speeches often ran long, eating into first period. Teachers couldn't finish their lesson plans, revision schedules got messed up, causing the progress of two classes to fall out of sync.
Especially when the ground was still damp. The school field had turf, and walking on it for a bit would get your shoes covered in grass clippings.
But there was an awards ceremony today, so Shen Nian didn't mind.
While lining up, Su Kexi intentionally walked over to Shen Nian and informed him about going up to receive his award, instructing him to stand by the main stage.
There were quite a few people in the class who got second and third prizes, but because there were too many winners, it wasn't practical to hand those out on stage. Those would be given out by the homeroom teacher back in the classroom.
The special prize, first prize, and most improved awards would be presented in front of the whole school.
Shen Nian had no experience receiving awards. He followed behind Xia Yanchun, watching her little ponytail sway back and forth, and felt in high spirits.
"Hey, later, do we just stand anywhere, or should we stand together?" Shen Nian leaned over, peering around as he spoke to her. He was a bit excited about going up on the big stage for the first time to receive an award.
Shen Nian hadn't even tried to guess why she was in a sulk, but her mood had already lifted on its own. "The ten special prize winners stand together. You can stand anywhere. Just stand next to me."
"Okay, okay."
A petite girl, who got first prize, was also with them.
The petite girl was excellent too—good at studies, cute looks, lucky, and even came from a fairly well-off family.
Did this good luck start from the moment she was born?
"If I can't find a job after graduating from university, will your family's company hire me?"
"Huh?" Li Shiyan was stumped by the sudden question, her small hands twisting together. "Y-you got such high scores, would you really not find a job?"
"Probably not, I'm just saying 'if'."
"Probably... yes?" Li Shiyan said cautiously.
After all, her family didn't have a company, just a slightly larger studio. She'd think about whether to hire Shen Nian if they ever actually started a proper company.
Thinking about it logically, with Shen Nian's grades that were a sure bet for a top-tier university, as long as he didn't completely slack off and not study, there's no way he wouldn't find a job, right?
If that really happened, society would probably be entering a major unemployment era.
Awards ceremony.
The students whose names were called stood in a row on the stage. The balding principal personally presented the certificates to the special prize winners.
It was Shen Nian's first time receiving a special prize certificate. It was just a piece of paper, same as the third prize one, but it somehow felt much more significant.
That's how it is. Compared to third prize, the special prize has more technology and... more perseverance and hard work!
Everything I have now is entirely due to my own efforts. Deep Blue, add points, show me your limits!
Haha sorry, System, I got your name wrong.
After the ten special prize winners took a group photo, it was the first prize winners' turn, followed by the 'Three Good Students' awards, and finally the most improved awards.
Compared to the consistently high-achieving top students, the dark horses of the most improved award were clearly better material for a story. Before presenting the awards, the principal had a long speech to read.
"Now, we will present awards to the students who showed significant improvement in their midterm exam scores compared to their previous major exam."
"Huang Zixin, Class 3, Senior Year 3, total score 621, school ranking improved by 92 places."
"Wu Ting, Class 5, Senior Year 3, total score 584, school ranking improved by 103 places."
"..."
The students whose names were called all beamed with pride, standing a little straighter.
While the total scores might not sound incredibly high, hearing 'school ranking improved by X places' afterwards was truly satisfying.
As the saying goes, scores might be inflated, but rankings don't lie.
"Zhao Zhichao, Class 23, Senior Year 3, total score 636, school ranking improved by 190 places."
Shen Nian watched the guy who had seemed a bit tired from standing snap to attention the moment his name was called to receive his certificate, and couldn't help but crack a smile.
The lad stood at attention.
"Shen Nian, Class 11, Senior Year 3, total score 688, school ranking improved by..."
The principal, reading aloud, paused and looked Shen Nian up and down.
Hold on, young man, you look familiar.
Weren't you just up here for the special prize?
The principal was baffled. The most improved award was for a significant jump in ranking between two exams. How could the same person receive both the special prize and the most improved award?
He continued reading, but the data compiled by the other school officials made him hesitate.
"Shen Nian, Class 11, Senior Year 3, total score 688, school ranking improved by... five hundred and thirty-nine places..."
The boy next to Shen Nian, who had been grinning, stopped smiling.
Bro, what?
How many?
Total score what? Ranking improved by how much?
Are you telling me that from last semester's finals to this midterm, excluding the two summer months, in just three short months, you improved by five hundred places? And your total score is 688?
You wouldn't even dare dream that.
The students below started buzzing. Shen Nian couldn't make out what they were discussing, but he could roughly guess.
After all, his grade improvement was indeed a bit exaggerated.
When he read out the ranking, the principal's look towards Shen Nian changed completely.
From teacher to principal, in all his years, he had never seen anyone this impressive.
With newfound respect, the balding principal also stood a little straighter.
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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.”

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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?"