Chen Dong had originally wanted to ask Shen Nian if he wanted to play Gomoku, but when he turned around, he saw Shen Nian already buried in writing test papers. He was so shocked it triggered his core programming.
"You're the worst!"
"Huh?" Shen Nian looked around, confused. "Did I transmigrate into a world where the handsome ones die?"
"What are you even writing? And why is there a test paper from No.1 High School?"
"I asked a teacher for it."
"Wait, you got test papers from other schools just to use as practice workbooks?"
"Yeah." Shen Nian nodded. "What's the problem?"
Chen Dong was genuinely left in the dust by Shen Nian's relentless studying this time.
Alright, Shen Nian wasn't the worst. Given how hard he was working, what more was there to say? The special prize was meant for Shen Nian.
"Wanna play Gomoku?"
"No, I'm doing homework."
With a pained expression, Chen Dong pulled out a half-used composition notebook and flipped through the pages one by one for Shen Nian to see, saying sorrowfully,
"These... are the traces of our past, bit by bit. Every page holds the marks of our games. Let them be sealed away in our memories now."
"Damn, are you infected?"
Has the Chen Qiuyu virus finally spread?
"Ah, I wanna play chess." Chen Dong sighed. Since Shen Nian wouldn't play, he turned his gaze to Ma Mingfan.
Ma Mingfan was already asleep on the desk, but his brows were furrowed tightly, his whole body restless, as if having a nightmare.
Chen Dong, afraid he might die in that dream, quickly slapped him, rescuing him from his peril.
Ma Mingfan jolted awake, gasping for air. "Where... am I?"
"This is a world where the handsome ones die." Chen Dong comforted him. "Congratulations on surviving to the last batch."
"What about you?"
"Shen Nian and I have already become spirits."
"Screw you." Ma Mingfan took a deep breath. "But still, thanks. I almost died in that world."
"Whoa, did you just transmigrate to a cultivation world, get betrayed by your disciple and your dao companion during your tribulation, fall, and now you're reborn in this life?"
"You idiot." Ma Mingfan had no idea when his deskmate had become such a moron and quickly scooted his stool away.
Listening to them, Shen Nian almost laughed. He put down his pen and chimed in, "So what did you dream about?"
Ma Mingfan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I dreamed Candy Super Sweet confessed to me."
Shen Nian and Chen Dong's expressions instantly changed. What a terrifying arrangement of Chinese words. Just hearing it once made cold sweat break out.
Evening self-study, second period.
Shen Nian had already started on his third test paper. Writing papers at school was surprisingly faster, a bit quicker than during the National Day holiday.
Of course, part of it was due to increased familiarity. The [Glimmer Training] might not have high visibility, but it was very useful.
[Glimmer Training] was really special.
It was like the husband who comes home from work and falls straight asleep. Without such a character, the whole movie would lose its flavor, but you don't specifically watch for him while viewing the film.
Greatness needs no explanation. There's always a system carrying the weight for a bro. Who says only those standing in the light are heroes?
Respect!
Shen Nian got hit on the head by a small paper ball. Frowning, he looked at Xia Yanchun and saw her making a little gesture to open the note.
If this isn't important, I swear I'm gonna have to control you.
Shen Nian grumbled internally, opened the note, and saw Xia Yanchun's neat handwriting inside.
'You there?'
?
Shen Nian understood now. It was just Hachikyun being bored and deliberately hitting him on the head.
Shen Nian wrote back to her, 'You'd better have a good reason, or I really will control you.'
'What's your life motto? Write it for me. I'll tell the homeroom teacher later to register it for you.'
'Ad space for rent, five yuan a day.'
When she received the note, Xia Yanchun's eyes were filled with big confusion. She looked at Shen Nian, then at the note, and finally showed it to Li Shiyan.
Shen Nian seemed to see a bunch of question marks floating above the heads of the two girls at the next desk.
Perhaps feeling she'd been messed with, Xia Yanchun didn't send a note back to Shen Nian for a long time.
After evening self-study ended, Xia Yanchun stood up, glanced at Shen Nian, and said, "The homeroom teacher wants us to go see her after class to report our life mottos for registration."
"Okay." Shen Nian figured he'd take the chance to use the bathroom anyway.
Special prize and first prize winners, as well as single-subject top scorers, could all make it onto the honor roll, but only special and first prize winners could write so-called life mottos.
Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun got the special prize; the loli girl got first prize. This time, Chen Dong didn't scrape by the cutoff and missed first prize, so no life motto for him.
Chen Dong's life motto in his second year of high school was 'A moment of ease, a lifetime of regret,' telling everyone not to sacrifice a whole lifetime for a moment of comfort—pure positive energy. Even the school leaders approved.
In the hallway, Shen Nian nudged Xia Yanchun with his elbow. "What's your life motto?"
"Copied from online. 'Strive until you're powerless, fight until you move yourself.'"
“So positive energy.” Shen Nian praised, then gently poked Li Shiyan's shoulder beside him. “And yours?”
"Mine... 'If a person has ambition, they won't stop halfway up the slope...'"
“Whoa, way too proper. Not half as slick as your QQ nickname.”
How is my QQ nickname slick... Li Shiyan muttered quietly in her heart, thinking it was just alright.
"What is your life motto, really?" Xia Yanchun couldn't help asking.
"I already told you."
"You're for real?"
"Absolutely for real."
Xia Yanchun looked at him strangely, suspecting Shen Nian had a screw loose. Really, did Shen Nian's mom give birth to him upside down?
What kind of poet could come up with a life motto like that?
Alright, Shen Nian was indeed close to being a genius and far from ordinary. Since Shen Nian could get the special prize, whatever life motto he wanted to write was his prerogative. She had no reason to say more.
In the office, everyone gathered around Su Kexi to tell her their life mottos.
"Shen Nian, what's your life motto?" Su Kexi's hands tapped away at the keyboard, registering all their mottos, finally asking Shen Nian last.
Shen Nian cleared his throat. "Ad space for rent, five yuan a day."
"?"
"???"
The genius nursing home was on a mission, sprouting a bunch of question marks.
Beside them, Yan Yuzhu almost spat out her Wangzai milk. She coughed, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh.
Another teacher, also deemed a genius by the system—the English teacher—looked over in shock.
Revealing such business acumen at a young age? That's impressive.
Oh, it's student Shen Nian. Now it makes sense.
"You, this..." Su Kexi was both annoyed and amused.
"This one's not acceptable?" Shen Nian sounded dejected. "Then, teacher, I'll change it. 'Ten lotuses in the pond, I only pick one, so you all pick the other nine...'"
Su Kexi nodded, about to type this sentence, but after hitting a few keys, she felt utterly bewildered.
If the eighth-place student in the whole school was this cocky, what would the first-place student be like? Looking down on the entire school?
Might as well go with the first one...
Forget it. He managed to get eighth in the school and top fifty in the province—Ivy League material. Just humor him.
After thinking it through, Su Kexi still posted Shen Nian's advertisement space for rent.
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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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”