Not many people in town wore helmets when riding.
Once they were a bit further away, Xia Yanchun's small hand mischievously slipped into Shen Nian's pocket. Her other hand had to hold the milk tea, so it had to suffer the cold for a bit.
It was a bit cold tonight, and Xia Yanchun's hands were somewhat stiff.
"Do you want some?"
Xia Yanchun offered the milk tea forward, the straw landing right by Shen Nian's mouth.
By the light of the streetlamps, her fair and clean face could be seen in the rearview mirror.
Shen Nian took the straw and sucked furiously, downing half the milk tea in just two gulps, though there were still just as many brown sugar boba pearls at the bottom.
"Ew, you drank from it after I did. Have you no shame?"
"You handed it to me wanting me to drink your saliva. You're the shameless one here."
"Bullshit, you're talking nonsense."
Xia Yanchun, acting tough despite being in the wrong, rested her head against Shen Nian's back and slowly finished the milk tea.
Chewing the boba pearls in her mouth, Xia Yanchun felt a sweet sensation in her heart.
Many shops in town were selling fireworks. Who knew if they had proper licenses; the town seemed very lax about it.
Xia Yanchun got off the bike, slowed her pace, and browsed through the stalls, comparing prices.
"It's a bit expensive, over a hundred bucks... some are over two hundred. Let's just buy some small ones to play with," Xia Yanchun said, tugging at Shen Nian's sleeve.
"You're right. I never realized fireworks were this expensive before."
"Our parents used to buy them, so of course we didn't care. A big five-dollar box of matchcrackers is enough for us to play with for days."
"Want to blow up some cow dung?"
"You're asking for it!"
I guessed what Shen Nian was implying in zero seconds, you should try it too.
Xia Yanchun kicked Shen Nian right in the butt.
Shen Nian rubbed his butt. "Did you not eat? So weak."
"I can't be bothered with you."
Xia Yanchun grunted and jogged over to the next firework stall.
This time she ignored the expensive fireworks and firecrackers, only looking at the ones they played with as kids.
Spinning tops, scattering flowers, double-bang firecrackers, sparklers... so many of them.
A lot of girls liked buying sparklers because the flames were small, pretty, and great for photos, but Xia Yanchun didn't like things that were too mild.
She was quite mischievous as a kid, dragging Shen Nian around all day. Even if he didn't want to go, she'd pull him along. They played with plenty of deep-water torpedoes and earth-shaking boomers, the intense kind of fireworks that could set off car alarms when they exploded.
But as she grew older, she became more timid. Although Xia Yanchun wanted to play with the powerful ones, she didn't quite dare to anymore.
"Buy this?" Shen Nian pointed at a Roman candle that you hold and shoot into the sky.
"Anything is fine, as long as you're treating."
"Alright, your bro is rich. I could even crush you with my money."
"True that."
If he were to crush someone with money, Shen Nian would definitely exchange it all for coins first.
After picking and choosing, they ended up buying some small spinning tops and scattering flowers. Shen Nian bought a bundle of double-bang firecrackers. They spent less than a hundred bucks.
"Fireworks nowadays are pretty expensive. Even matchcrackers are three bucks a small box."
"Whoever buys them is an idiot."
"Really though," Shen Nian strongly agreed.
...
Morning mist rolled over the longan tree in front of the house. On New Year's Eve, every household woke up early.
Because he had to get up early to put up spring couplets, Shen Nian slept in his own room last night. By the time he woke up, Chen Minyue had already cooked breakfast: a very simple meal of plain congee with green vegetables, along with a few glasses of pure milk.
"Time flies so fast. It's already the New Year," Chen Minyue said, holding her bowl and chatting with Wen Zhining outside.
"Yeah, the kids are almost nineteen."
Shen Nian also came out of the house holding his bowl, eating as he casually walked around. Whenever he encountered someone setting off firecrackers, he would dodge to prevent the ash and dust from falling into his congee.
"Morning, Auntie."
"Oh my, how come you always wake up so early? Little Chun is still sleeping, and we have to put up the spring couplets soon."
"So lazy? Auntie, just open the door and twist her ear. See if she gets up then."
"Hehehe..."
Wen Zhining covered her mouth and chuckled, highly amused.
Of course, she wouldn't actually do that. If her daughter wanted to sleep, she could sleep a little longer. It wouldn't be too late to wake her up when it was time to paste the couplets.
"Shen Nian, you're talking bad about me again."
A soft, lazy voice came from above. Looking up, Xia Yanchun was leaning over the balcony railing, though who knows when she got there.
He laughed out of exasperation. The moment he said anything bad about that silly Chun, this girl would sniff it out and appear.
"Everyone else is up, only you are still sleeping," Shen Nian bared his teeth in a grin.
"None of your business. It's not like I'm sleeping in your bed."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Yanchun ran back into her room. The sound of her slippers on the stairs was distinct as she came stomping down.
Without even eating breakfast, she came out wearing her pajamas with a coat draped over her shoulders. The very first thing she did upon exiting was run up to Shen Nian and land a dull kick on him.
Shen Nian looked at Auntie Wen and blinked innocently.
Hitting people is wrong. Aren't you going to discipline your daughter?
If you don't discipline her, your bro here is going to sneak through her window later and discipline her for you.
"Little Chun, you're a girl, mind your image," Wen Zhining said casually, just going through the motions because she really didn't want to interfere in the two kids' business.
These two kids, really. It looked like the beginnings of a romance, but then again, they had always been like this...
.
It's been a long time since I asked for release nudges.
Please give me release nudges and little gifts.

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?"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!