Misfortune only seeks out the miserable.
Chen Qiuyu's experience felt even more tragic than Kamui-cannot-hide-tears.
Shen Nian felt sorry for her. Since she was already in such a state, he allowed her to act crazy for the whole day.
Even if Chen Qiuyu acted like a sentimental hipster all day, Shen Nian wouldn't say no.
After all, he wouldn't be able to hear it anyway.
"It's okay, Chen Qiuyu." Shen Nian tried to comfort this pitiful little girl, saying seriously, "Maybe when you go back to the dorm, the Troll God will float out holding your earphones and ask if you dropped these Sonys, these Boses, or this ten-yuan knock-off Bluetooth earpiece with thousand-yuan sound quality you bought on Pinduoduo."
Chen Qiuyu: "..."
Shen Nian nodded. "Thank you, I feel comforted."
Chen Qiuyu: "???"
So you were actually trying to comfort me just now?
Why did Shen Nian talk to himself and say thank you on her behalf before she could even say a word???
If aliens invaded Earth and the first person they met was Shen Nian, they would think their comrades had already struck first.
Chen Qiuyu was dumbfounded. Just watching Shen Nian talking to himself, she completely forgot she was supposed to be depressed...
She felt there was something seriously wrong with Shen Nian's brain.
But she really wasn't sad anymore...
In a sense, Shen Nian's comforting was unexpectedly successful?
Chen Qiuyu could no longer tell if this was due to Shen Nian's extremely high emotional intelligence or his extreme level of abstraction, or perhaps both. But when she remembered this was Shen Nian, she let it go.
She smiled genuinely.
"I'd better not buy Bluetooth ones anymore, otherwise I'll end up synthesizing a two-star earphone. Do you have any earphone recommendations?"
"If I had known earlier, I would have chosen Vido. Nine-ninety with free shipping, the king of cost-performance. After half a lifetime of being an audiophile, you still return to Vido."
Chen Qiuyu: "..."
Thinking of Shen Nian's life motto on the honor roll that offered advertising space for five yuan, Chen Qiuyu felt for a moment that Shen Nian had been paid to say that.
After chatting a bit more nonsense, the class bell rang, and Shen Nian had to return to the classroom.
Being able to easily comfort a sad girl, this is simply so me.
Shen Nian was won over by Laoji (himself)'s gentleness and wanted an autograph from Laoji (himself).
Lunch break.
There were quite a few people in the classroom. Many students chose to return to the classroom to tidy up their desks after eating.
Mock exams like the second mock were very formal. Desks had to be arranged like in the college entrance examination. If you didn't pack up your things properly, it was easy to lose or dirty your books after the exam.
Shen Nian had cleared out his trash at the end of last semester and had hardly brought any books since school started, so cleaning up was very easy.
Holding his few books, Shen Nian naturally placed them on the storage box between Xia Yanchun and Li Shiyan.
"The three of us living a good life together is more important than anything else."
"You really are something. If it gets too heavy, Shiyan and I won't be able to carry it back to the dorm!" Xia Yanchun sighed, opened the lid of the storage box, and helped Shen Nian put his books inside.
A whole storage box full of books was very heavy. When there were fewer books, Li Shiyan could manage to carry it back to the dorm by herself with some effort. When there were many books, the two of them could barely lift it together.
Filled with two people's books, plus Shen Nian's few, it was already very heavy now.
"I believe you guys can do it. Go, go."
"What's the use of you cheering? It's not like you're carrying it."
"Trash, you can't even lift this?" Shen Nian pointed with his Great Desolate Imprisoning Heavenly Finger. "I'd like to carry it, but the dorm auntie won't let me into the girls' dormitory."
"If you insult us again, I'll beat you to death." Xia Yanchun raised a book and gently patted Shen Nian's head. It made a smacking sound, but it didn't hurt.
Li Shiyan only dared to eavesdrop and peek from the side. Although it was her own storage box, an innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth. A top-tier treasure like a storage box belongs to the capable, and she didn't have the power to make decisions for it.
Boohoo, so annoying!
Li Shiyan puffed out her cheeks. Shen Nian was so tall. Even though he couldn't go into the girls' dormitory, couldn't he take the initiative to help carry the storage box to the entrance of the girls' dorm? That would save them a lot of effort!
Even if he didn't help her, he should at least help Little Chun!
He wouldn't be able to woo Little Chun if he wasn't proactive!
Li Shiyan hummed angrily and secretly. She had turned to the dark side.
From now on, she was going to be the kind of sinister bestie who complained about her bestie's boyfriend every day, constantly nagging in her bestie's ear.
'What, why did he buy you a four-yuan lemonade? That's too cheap!'
'Is this all for your birthday gift? He has no sincerity at all.'
'I say, bestie, your boyfriend seems a bit stingy. He ordered milk tea for you but couldn't order a cup for us too?'
Terrifying the seven hundred million boys across the country to tears.
"Isn't it just moving a box? Did you two study your high scores into a dog's belly? Can't you use your brains?" Shen Nian pointed to his own head and stood up. "I'll go to the office and ask the teacher to see if we can store the box in the office."
After Shen Nian finished speaking, he slipped out of the classroom.
Xia Yanchun blinked. She really hadn't considered this. All along, they had either left it in the corridor or carried it back to Li Shiyan's dorm. If worse came to worst, they would take it home little by little, though that was just more troublesome.
Ordinary people rarely stored piles of books in the office. Shen Nian had good connections, so he had one more option than others.
Shen Nian strolled to the office door and peeked inside. Good heavens, there were so many teachers, and everyone was organizing documents. It looked like they had just returned from a meeting.
"What are you looking around for?" Su Kexi caught sight of Shen Nian at a glance and rested her chin on her hand.
"Teacher, I'm looking for Teacher Yan."
"..."
Why not ask me? Why not ask me? Why not ask me?
Am I not your homeroom teacher? Am I not your teacher?
Su Kexi's small mouth flattened. She had to recall the time she found fifty yuan last week just to keep herself from crying.
Fortunately, this was the second semester of their senior year. If she had to teach Shen Nian for another year, Su Kexi felt she would get depression.
Shen Nian just didn't want to trouble Su Kexi. Homeroom teachers were always busier than subject teachers.
Of course, Yan Yuzhu was also easy to talk to.
As soon as Shen Nian asked, Yan Yuzhu nodded in agreement, telling Shen Nian to just put the storage box next to her chair later.
There was no helping it. It was really hard to refuse such an excellent student like Shen Nian. It was just an inconspicuous little request that wouldn't even trouble her, so why not?
Shen Nian returned to the classroom, crouched down next to Xia Yanchun and Li Shiyan again, and made an OK gesture.
"I've already negotiated it for you. When the time comes, just put the storage box next to Teacher Yan's seat. Don't say I didn't help you guys."
"Really?" Xia Yanchun raised an eyebrow.
"Really. You don't believe me, huh? I'll give you a punch."
Li Shiyan also became happy.
They could actually put the storage box in the office and didn't have to carry it all the way to the dorm anymore.
She was delighted and suddenly didn't want to turn to the dark side anymore.
From now on, she would say good things about her bestie's boyfriend to her bestie every day, moving the seven hundred million boys across the country.

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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.”

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?"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."