However, since the bell had only just rung, people weren't arriving that fast, so Xia Yanchun didn't mind playing with Shen Nian a little longer.
Xia Yanchun leaned her upper body onto Shen Nian's stack of books.
"By the way, did you hear what I said at noon...?"
666, she really has a pursuit skill.
Did Earth Online nerf Shen Nian and buff Xia Yanchun without releasing the patch notes?
"Kill me, don't torture me, Haji-Chun..."
"As long as you heard it."
Xia Yanchun was happy and quickly returned to her own seat.
According to the Law of Conservation of Arch-Enemy Moods, when Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun are in rival mode, smiles are merely transferred.
Xia Yanchun smiled sweetly, but Shen Nian's smile vanished.
Just before class started, Chen Dong finally arrived at the classroom carrying his backpack. He sat down, immediately turned around, and pulled out a stack of cash, placing it on Shen Nian's desk.
Seven red notes, two green notes, and three coins.
"Shen Nian, you know the drill."
"I know, I know. We're bros, say no more. It's just swapping cash, right? Eight hundred bucks and thirty cents."
"Haha, what are you saying? We're bros, consider these three coins a gift from me. Don't look down on these three coins just because they look ordinary; they have a huge background."
Shen Nian shoved the bills into his backpack, leaving only the three coins on the desk.
There was no need to save the coins; they could be clipped into pen caps as crafting materials for spaceships.
Others could only build with pen caps, but his three-coin spaceship would be absolutely authoritative.
"What background?"
"This coin is a misprint. The heads side was printed on the tails side, and the tails side was printed on the heads side," Chen Dong laughed.
"Damn it, what's the difference?"
"No difference."
"Classic. Then what the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't be in such a rush." Chen Dong stopped him and picked up another coin. "This is the coin Misaka Mikoto shot out. I accidentally picked it up back then."
"Screw you, even Railgun is involved now." Shen Nian couldn't hold back. "So what's the difference?"
"No difference, but you can list it on Xianyu for 288 and see if any idiot buys it. The feasibility is actually quite high."
"And the third one?"
"Uh, this..."
"Can't make it up anymore, huh?"
"Haha, what are you saying? Everything I, Chen Dong, say is the absolute truth. If there is a single lie, I'll go out and find a hundred bucks."
Shen Nian smiled with relief.
Coins weren't just for clipping into pen caps to build spaceships; they could also be thrown at Chen Dong's face.
During evening self-study, the smell of shampoo in the classroom was heavy.
Since they had to meet parents tomorrow, everyone had groomed themselves well. Even classmates who usually dressed casually had changed into nicer jackets.
Chen Dong had even brought a comb.
But then Shen Nian saw Chen Dong stick the comb inside his clothes to scratch an itch...
"Oh ho ho, it has to be this." Chen Dong was comfortable now. The authority of comb scratching needed no explanation; it was second only to a partner scratching it for you. Everyone who used it said it was good.
"Dude, why are you such a pervert?" Shen Nian was speechless. Was that how you used a comb?
"It's really comfortable. Want to use it?"
"..."
So Shen Nian also used the comb to scratch an itch.
"Holy crap, why didn't you tell me about such a comfortable thing sooner?"
"I told you." Chen Dong held up the comb. "Is mine awesome or what?"
"More awesome than a 1v3 sweep in Naruto."
Ma Mingfan had just arrived. Hearing Shen Nian and Chen Dong's chat, his face turned green. "What are you guys talking about? What's comfortable?"
"Come, come, you try it too. Turn around."
"What the hell is this..." Ma Mingfan did turn around, but his hands turned too, covering his butt in reverse.
Nothing else, just guarding against a Thousand Years of Death. With two "good bros" behind him, he had to guard against this (thumbs up).
The comb went inside Ma Mingfan's shirt and scratched vigorously along his waist. Ma Mingfan's expression changed, and he almost cried out.
It felt too good. He almost corrupted into a fallen high school boy who couldn't leave the scratching comb, the kind who would go "oh, oh, oh" whenever scratched by a comb.
Fortunately, he held it back. Major points for willpower. He would reward himself by listening to "Lemon (Chinese Version)" twenty times when he got back.
"Candy Super Sweet" was the basic version; this was the advanced version. After mastering it, one could use their super strong willpower to look directly at Cthulhu and hallucinate a white-haired loli.
The boys were acting weirdly. Xia Yanchun was scared just watching them and moved her stool further away, afraid of being infected.
Better to stick with her Bestie.
Xia Yanchun held Li Shiyan's arm. "Shiyan, you're dressed so nicely. Is your mom coming tomorrow?"
"Yeah, yeah." Li Shiyan had her hair down, her two small hands constantly fluffing it out in an attempt to dry it faster. "My dad has been discussing business lately, so my mom basically handles everything regarding school."
"Your mom is really pretty too."
Wealthy women being beautiful was basically a stereotype. During the parent-teacher meeting, Xia Yanchun had taken a look at Li Shiyan's mother. Her skin was maintained really well, and her outfit had a great vibe, looking like a career woman in her thirties.
Li Shiyan and her mother actually looked quite alike, but their personalities were vastly different. A career woman mother giving birth to a cute little goofball—the contrast was too strong.
"What are you wearing tomorrow, Xiao Chun?"
"Normal clothes, pretty much the same as now."
Li Shiyan was soft and kept nodding.
When it came to outfits, if the person was good-looking, they looked good in anything. Obviously, Xia Yanchun was that person who looked good in anything.
Li Shiyan was a bit envious of Xia Yanchun's height. She wanted to grow to 1.6 meters too!
"Xiao Chun, is it too late for me to drink more milk now?"
"Huh?" Xia Yanchun subconsciously glanced at Li Shiyan's not-so-small area.
"I meant height!"
"Ah, oh. Probably not. We girls pretty much stop growing around nineteen during puberty. But milk isn't expensive, you can try. There are quite a few people who continue to grow in their senior year."
"Starting today, a bottle of pure milk morning and night!"
Tears wetting the pure milk, swearing to grow to 1.6 meters.
Evening self-study dismissal.
The evening breeze was cool, uncontrollably drilling into sleeves. Withered leaves on the ground were blown rolling, creating rustling sounds everywhere.
Shen Nian specifically looked for withered leaves to step on. This would make sweeping difficult, a random punishment for the juniors cleaning the zone tomorrow.
"You're so bad."
"I'm just walking normally," Shen Nian laughed.
Xia Yanchun curled her lips and secretly stepped on two leaves as well, pretending Shen Nian had stepped on them.
She hugged her hot water bottle, looked down at Shen Nian's exposed hand, and curiously extended a finger to rub it. Sure enough, it wasn't cold at all.
"Heh, trying to seduce me? Interesting. Woman, you have successfully caught my attention. It seems I have no choice but to sleep in your room tonight."
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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?"
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
