Shen Nian came out of the restroom and bumped right into Xia Yanchun and the others.
"Where are you going?"
"The school store," Xia Yanchun muttered.
"Help me grab a cold cola. Make it a Pepsi, thanks, Lord Class Monitor."
"Get lost."
Shen Nian wasn't annoyed. "Thanks, little lady."
Li Shiyan: "!!"
So if Little Chun won't buy it for you, you immediately target someone else? What a terrifying guy.
Thinking back to how Shen Nian had bought her a bottle of AD Calcium milk last time, it would be a bit unreasonable not to help him out this time. After mulling it over, Li Shiyan lowered her head and gave a soft "Mm."
"You're not allowed to buy it for him, hear me?" Xia Yanchun pinched Li Shiyan's soft cheek.
Li Shiyan's big, dark eyes darted around; now she really didn't know what to do.
On one side was a favor owed, and on the other was Little Chun. Caught in the middle, she felt like she had become a part of their little game.
She was probably just overthinking it.
After hesitating again and again, she fidgeted and whispered,
"Then... Shen Nian, I'll help you buy it next time!"
"If you don't buy it, I'll curse you out."
"!!"
Li Shiyan's little mouth flattened into a pout, and she angrily decided not to buy it for Shen Nian after all.
To think he actually dared to threaten her! If he really scolded her, at worst she would just cover her ears and pretend she didn't hear him!
She could also just avoid Shen Nian entirely. If they never crossed paths, there was no way he could scold her.
Her little temper flared up; right now, she would be mad even if no one stepped on her toes.
Xia Yanchun went downstairs with Li Shiyan, ignoring Shen Nian.
"He's too awful. Little Chun, can you find a chance to slap Shen Nian?"
Arriving at the open ground floor, Li Shiyan squeezed Xia Yanchun's hand and clenched her little fists indignantly.
"I'll punch him twice to vent your anger for you."
"Mm-hmm..." Li Shiyan hesitated again. "Didn't you say you guys fight a lot? If you hit him, will he hit you back?"
He was so big now; surely he would be too embarrassed to hit a girl, right? Even if he did, it would just be for show.
But a humanoid creature like Shen Nian couldn't be judged by common sense. It was better to be cautious and ask clearly. If Little Chun accidentally sold her out, she'd be dead meat.
"He used to, but not anymore..."
"That's good then. Make sure you hit him hard." Li Shiyan felt relieved now.
"I'll tell him you told me to do it."
"Ah, then better not hit him at all!" Li Shiyan was no longer relieved.
"No, I'm going to hit him."
"Hmph, I hate you now!"
Xia Yanchun's eyes curved into a smile as she linked arms with her and walked toward the school store.
Hehe, teasing this little thing was so fun.
Understand Shen Nian, surpass Shen Nian.
Shen Nian returned to the classroom and patted Chen Dong on the shoulder with a serious look on his face.
"What's up?" Chen Dong was puzzled. Turning around and seeing Shen Nian's expression, he thought something serious had happened.
"Nothing."
"..."
Chen Dong realized in hindsight that the bastard had used him as a hand towel.
"Damn, it's really cold today." Ma Mingfan shivered as he sat down. He glanced back and did a double take. "Oh my, isn't this Brother Nian? Why did you and the class monitor take the afternoon off together?"
"The thought of the class monitor taking time off to go home and sleep in made me uncomfortable all over. Why should she get to sleep in and not me? So I took time off too. Listening to the lectures is useless anyway, isn't it better to just take leave and go home for a nap?"
"..."
Haha, so once you score over seven hundred points, listening to lectures is useless?
Damn it, he shouldn't have asked.
Ma Mingfan's face didn't look too good. He had originally wanted to tease him a bit, but he didn't expect to get blasted by Shen Nian first. Where was the justice in that?
Can you really show off this much just because you scored seven hundred points?
...Turns out, you really can.
If Ma Mingfan scored seven hundred points, he would hook up a loudspeaker to his electric scooter and broadcast it to the whole village.
Unfortunately, he wasn't that amazing. Six hundred points wasn't low either; he was already satisfied with it.
Xia Yanchun and Li Shiyan returned quickly.
"Here." A bottle of Pepsi was placed on Shen Nian's desk. Xia Yanchun had bought it for him after all.
His frequency of drinking soda had decreased significantly now, so having one occasionally was completely fine.
"I thought you really weren't going to buy it for me." Shen Nian grinned, showing his teeth.
"I wasn't going to, but then I thought you looked a bit pitiful and couldn't bear it." Xia Yanchun was already back in her seat, too lazy to pay Shen Nian any more attention.
Ten seconds later, an eraser bounced off her head.
"..."
Is he addicted to playing around?
Forget it, the best girl in the world wouldn't sweat the small stuff. She would just indulge Shen Nian.

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?"

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.

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.”

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!