Shen Nian: ...
Seriously, sis, you opened the door so loudly, did you think I was deaf and couldn't hear you?
With an Agility +3 buff, Shen Nian knew Xia Yanchun had opened the door and come out long ago. Only Xia Yanchun still thought she was being completely stealthy.
Making a sound before even succeeding...
Shen Nian simply dodged to the side and avoided Xia Yanchun's icy hands. With his reflexes, even Captain Levi wouldn't be able to touch the back of his neck, let alone Xia Yanchun.
Failing to land her sneak attack, Xia Yanchun immediately shoved her small hands into her pockets and smiled innocently. "Hi."
"What the heck are you doing?"
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face? What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?"
"...Pretending it was a greeting after your sneak attack failed? You little rascal, Haki-chun."
"What are you talking about...?" Xia Yanchun acted like she had no idea.
Shen Nian squinted at her, raising an eyebrow.
"I always thought that shouting to hype yourself up right before a sneak attack succeeds, only for the target to react and brutally counter-kill you, was something that only happened on TV. I didn't expect art to imitate life so perfectly."
"Hmph." Since Shen Nian already knew everything, Xia Yanchun dropped the act. She put her hands behind her back and twisted her small body a little. "So what are you doing here? Enjoying the cold wind?"
"No, I was just molested by Lady Winter."
"It's actually Uncle Winter."
The grin on Shen Nian's face instantly vanished. He wasn't smiling anymore.
That's a bit too hardcore, girl.
Xia Yanchun narrowed her eyes. I ruined Shen Nian's good mood with just one sentence. Why don't you give it a try too?
There weren't many classes in the afternoon. The last period was a class meeting, and just as expected, Su Kexi came to the classroom to talk about the winter break.
Winter break was just a week away, but before that, there would be the final exams.
Like the midterms, the final exams were considered high-level monsters, but Shen Nian didn't take them seriously at all. He had already blasted through various past college entrance exam mock papers and previous years' actual papers with near-perfect accuracy.
Giving his Chinese essay a conservative score of 55, even for the notoriously difficult 2022 college entrance exam, he scored 706 points when he checked his answers—just a hair's breadth away from being the provincial top scorer of that year.
It was no exaggeration to say that his current self could take the college entrance exam right now.
A high-level monster like the final exam was now nothing more than a random mob on the side of the road to him.
During the evening self-study session, some students had already started stacking up the graded test papers to take back to their dorms.
Desks had to be cleared out for the winter break, and with the final exams approaching, dealing with piles of books was quite a hassle. Boarding students had nowhere to put them after bringing them back to the dorms, so they could only find a random corner to stack them up.
Shen Nian also started packing up his miscellaneous items, which would make things easier when taking the finals.
The stuff that couldn't even fit in two drawers was mostly cleared out in one go. For him, there was no need to review those already-discussed test papers anymore.
They couldn't even compare to a single mistake notebook.
Mistake notebooks really should be promoted nationwide; they were genuinely useful.
"Are you just going to throw all your test papers away like that?"
"What else am I supposed to do?"
Xia Yanchun looked dumbfounded. Those who didn't know better would think Shen Nian had just finished the college entrance exam and was about to tear up his books in celebration.
Was he completely abandoning his revisions?
Although Xia Yanchun rarely took out her graded test papers to review them, she still kept them in good condition, planning to take them home and sell them to the scrap collector. They would fetch at least a dozen bucks or so.
A dozen bucks! That was enough to buy a deluxe version of claypot rice.
"Are you not going to review at all?"
Shen Nian pointed at his forehead and curled the corners of his lips.
"Is there something wrong with your head?"
"Damn it, I've memorized it all in my brain!"
Shen Nian's face darkened. Why was Haki-chun so aggressive? Who provoked her this time?
"Oh..."
"What's with that disappointed look on your face? You're driving me crazy..." Shen Nian scratched his head, too lazy to roast her.
After throwing a huge pile of test papers into the trash can, he kept a few that weren't so wrinkled. Taking advantage of the fact that the bell had just rung and no one was in the study zone yet, he quickly tore one in half, folded a paper airplane, and threw it over to Xia Yanchun.
With a swoosh, the pointy tip of the airplane lodged itself right into Xia Yanchun's hair.
Xia Yanchun: ...
Haha, time to take down names.
Xia Yanchun didn't even glance at Shen Nian; she simply wrote his name down in the class roster.
'Shen Nian folded paper airplanes and threw them around, harassing classmates.'
Just as she finished writing, another airplane flew over and hit her on the hand.
'Shen Nian folded paper airplanes and threw them around, harassing classmates x2.'
'Shen Nian folded paper airplanes and threw them around, harassing classmates x3.'
"..."
You're not going to stop, are you!
Xia Yanchun slammed her hands on the desk and stood up. She rolled up the class roster and lightly smacked Shen Nian on the head with it.
The roster was made of a hard material, so it didn't hurt when it hit, but it made a very loud smack, giving off plenty of intimidation.
"Are you going to keep throwing them? Is it fun?"
"I won't throw anymore, but it really is fun."
Shooting him a nasty glare, Xia Yanchun turned around, grabbed Shen Nian's paper airplanes, and stuck them onto his head.
"It really is quite fun. You look so comical."
"Alright, that's enough. Class has started."
Only then did Xia Yanchun return to her seat and sit down properly. As the class monitor, she definitely couldn't make too much noise during the evening self-study session.
Everyone was packing up, and Xia Yanchun also started sorting her things, planning to carry them back in small batches.
"Xia Yanchun, please bring me the class roster."
There were some small noises in the classroom, but Xia Yanchun ignored them. It wasn't until Su Kexi spawned at the back door that the classroom instantly fell silent.
Shen Nian's name was still recorded in the roster. Something like throwing paper airplanes around would definitely result in being called out for a talk.
When she wrote his name down, she was determined to get him scolded. But now that the roster was being collected, she didn't really want Shen Nian to be called into the office for a lecture anymore.
However, what was written was written. Could she really just cross it all out with a pen? If Su Kexi saw it, she would definitely ask why it was crossed out.
Consider it a little punishment for Shen Nian!
A short while later, Su Kexi spawned at the back door again.
"Shen Nian, come out for a moment."
"?" Taken aback and completely clueless, Shen Nian slowly walked out.
In the genius retirement home, there were only a few teachers on duty. Some were looking up materials, some were watching TV shows, and even Yan Yuzhu was scrolling through her phone.
Seeing Shen Nian enter the office, Yan Yuzhu was a bit surprised. Ever since his grades improved, it had been a while since she last saw him here.
"Folding paper airplanes during class and harassing classmates... Shen Nian, did you know your name got written down?" Su Kexi leaned against her desk, flipping through the class roster without even looking at him.
Shen Nian stroked his chin. "I know now."
"Did you really harass your classmates? Shen Nian, even if your grades are good and you don't feel like studying, you shouldn't disturb the other students."
"I understand, Teacher."
He hadn't expected his name to be taken down, though it didn't really matter to him anyway. Shen Nian let Su Kexi's words go in one ear and out the other.
That damn Haki-chun actually dared to act like my nemesis. I'll beat her into a cream puff when I get back.
Seeing Shen Nian's good attitude in admitting his mistake, Su Kexi didn't even know what else to say.
She remembered that Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun had a pretty good relationship. Why did she write his name down today? They must have had a fight.
Sigh, young people are so childish.
"Go back. Don't do this again." She waved her hand.
Shen Nian nodded. Just as he was about to turn around, Yan Yuzhu called his name and waved her small hand.
"What's up, Teacher?"
"Take this and drink it." Yan Yuzhu brought out a row of Wangzai milk.
Coming to the office to get scolded, and getting Wangzai milk to drink right after. A slap in the face followed by a piece of candy—are you two pulling off a combo move on me?
Shen Nian grinned, took the row of Wangzai milk, and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. "You really shouldn't have, Teacher."
"You don't seem embarrassed at all to me."
"Wouldn't it be disrespectful to my teacher if I refused?" Shen Nian said with a straight face. "Teacher Yan, I won't take your Wangzai milk for nothing. When I come back from the holidays, I'll bring you some local specialties from my hometown."
"Teachers aren't allowed to accept gifts..."
"No worries, teacher, I'll just give you the cash equivalent."
"...?"
I treat you to Wangzai milk, and you try to get my teaching license revoked?

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.”

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.

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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?"