From being overlooked by teachers to becoming the focus of their attention—this transformation isn’t actually complicated. Most of the time, teachers just want to see if you have a passion for learning.
And as luck would have it, Shen Nian had that passion in spades.
In a single night, Shen Nian mastered magnet links, BT seeds, cloud storage sharing, third-party software extraction, changing file extensions, and the krkr emulator. The next day, he reviewed everything, and by the third day, he had refined his skills.
If that’s not passion for learning, what is?
With that kind of drive, success was inevitable in anything he pursued.
Shen Nian returned to his seat and buried himself in his studies, shutting out the world around him—eyes on the books, ears deaf to distractions.
Though if some mythical figure suddenly appeared outside the fourth-floor window, even Shen Nian would take a peek.
Later in the study session, Su Kexi came into the classroom, asked Xia Yanchun for the attendance sheet, and called out the students with the most disciplinary marks.
None of this concerned Shen Nian, though. Even when he wasn’t paying attention in class, he rarely disturbed others—unlike certain tanned jocks who couldn’t sit still and constantly annoyed everyone around them.
Sure enough, Huang Chen was among those called out. Lin Xiyuan, however, wasn’t on the list this time. Come to think of it, Shen Nian hadn’t heard Lin Xiyuan speak much in class all week.
When Huang Chen returned, his expression was sour—clearly, Su Kexi had given him an earful.
Rage!
The scolding festered in Huang Chen’s mind until he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed an empty bottle, marched to the back of the classroom, and executed a flawless imaginary fadeaway jump shot.
Some primal instincts just can’t be suppressed.
Sometimes, you really can’t blame stereotypes for being so… stereotypical.
After two straight classes of studying, Shen Nian stood up to stretch—just as Chen Dong turned around.
"I miss the old you, the one who was always happy."
"I’m not Xiao Nanliang."
"Who the hell said anything about Xiao Nanliang?" Chen Dong was slightly triggered. "What I mean is, ever since you got hooked on English, you’ve been like a stagnant pond—lifeless. I miss the guy who used to ride shotgun with me."
"Stagnant pond? Did you just say stagnant pond? And what’s this about it being ‘yin’ too?"
"There he is! That’s the Shen Nian I know!"
Shen Nian cracked a smile.
Bathroom trips are always better with company. Shen Nian dragged Chen Dong along, and on the way back, he slung an arm over Chen Dong’s shoulder, speaking with mock solemnity.
"Little Chen, did you know? Compared to the older generation, the youth of today are… significantly younger."
"What kind of nonsense is that? Your brain’s gone pointy."
"Hey bro, how’d your shirt end up in my hand?"
"Damn it, Shen Nian!"
"Ah, my bad, dude."
Shen Nian clasped his hands together in apology.
Sorry, my dude—thought it was a towel. Didn’t realize there was a person attached to it.
"If you’re gonna be like that, then what’s there to say? Might as well throw hands." Chen Dong shrugged it off.
"Really, my bad."
"What a mess."
♫ Trading yesterday’s hardships for tomorrow’s happiness and joy… ♪
Li Shiyan, passing by, tilted her head in confusion.
Why does it feel like there’s background music playing when I’m just walking past?
Where’s the bottle cap? Performance art?
After evening self-study, Xia Yanchun and Shen Nian walked home one after the other.
Shen Yue had already gone to bed, so Shen Nian stopped by Xia Yanchun’s place to collect the sleeping mat and pillow he’d used the night before.
The next morning, Shen Nian was up at 5 AM.
The early bird catches the worm—what kind of teenager sleeps in?
Shen Nian strongly advocated for all middle schoolers to wake up at 5 AM and finish school at midnight.
After all, he only needed five hours of sleep to feel refreshed all day. Whether others could manage the same wasn’t his problem.
If five hours isn’t enough for you, maybe look inward.
Wait—the "Four Provinces of Mountains and Rivers" already follow this schedule?
Shen Nian’s respect skyrocketed.
At the park, elderly folks were already out in full force—tai chi practitioners, sword dancers, and even shirtless joggers.
Shen Nian saw boundless energy in these sixty- and seventy-year-olds, while his seventeen- and eighteen-year-old classmates seemed like they were on death’s doorstep.
What’s wrong with this world?
Why do middle-aged people get to become seniors just by aging, while high schoolers have to pass exams to become college students?
Seniors should have to take a test too—earn that "Senior Citizen Certificate."
"Well, well. A young face in the park." A white-robed elder with his hands clasped behind his back gave Shen Nian an approving once-over.
"Here for exercise, old-timer?" Shen Nian returned the appraisal. The guy was in ridiculously good shape.
"Who comes to the park at this hour if not to exercise?"
"Uh… fair point." Shen Nian chuckled. "Tai chi, or…?"
"I don’t train the body. I train the mind."
"The what now?"
The elder nodded approvingly at a group of dancing aunties nearby.
Hands behind his back, occasionally stroking his beard—the very picture of sagely wisdom.
Shen Nian: ?
Age is just a number—this was the true meaning of "training the mind." Respect.
Still, Shen Nian would pass on this particular training. Milfs were his limit; aunties and grannies were a bridge too far.
After some thought, Shen Nian walked over to the square-dancing aunties and started recording a video.
The lead auntie noticed and immediately marched over.
"Did you turn on the beauty filter?"
Shen Nian braced for a scolding—since when were public spaces no-photo zones?—but her question caught him off guard.
She repeated, "The beauty filter. Show me."
"Yeah, max out the skin smoothing. And the whitening. Perfect."
"No filter, no recording. That’s the rule."
With that, she returned to her position and resumed leading the dance.
Shen Nian stared at his phone screen, where the aunties’ skin was whiter than a corpse left out for ten days.
Well, everyone’s got their principles. Respect.
He opened his gallery, edited the video’s thumbnail, and renamed the file.
[Shen Nian]: Little Chen, Dad gets you now. Thought you’d appreciate this.
[Shen Nian]: [Outdoor_Dance.mp4]
Chen Dong used to browse the weird side of the internet—this should be right up his alley.
The park had exercise equipment, but at this hour, it was mostly tank-top-clad grandpas hogging the machines.
With nothing available, Shen Nian settled for push-ups and a jog.
By 6:10 AM, the sun hung red in the sky.
Wiping sweat from his brow, Shen Nian decided outdoor workouts beat indoor ones any day.
He checked his phone—Chen Dong had replied.
[Chen Dong]: Hell yeah, bro! You know me too well. From this day forth, you’re my ride-or-die. Bros before hoes, call me anytime.
[Chen Dong]: School Wi-Fi’s trash, but it’s almost downloaded. I’ll buy you soy milk later.
[Chen Dong]: Ameno!
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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, 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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?"
