If I had to sum up Shen Nian in one word, Xia Yanchun would say "rascal" fits perfectly.
Not a rascal in the physical sense, but verbally—his way with words was outrageously audacious.
For a girl like Li Shiyan, who wasn’t great with comebacks and was easily embarrassed, running into Shen Nian was like the sky falling down.
He could casually talk her into looking like a complete fool. Seriously, how ridiculous was that?
Fortunately, Shen Nian didn’t press on and just buried himself in his studies. Xia Yanchun couldn’t help but poke Li Shiyan’s cheek.
So sneaky, so sneaky—it's such an embarrassment for me, Xia Yanchun.
If you were the one getting played like that, Shen Nian would already be looking ashen-faced by now!
During evening self-study, Shen Nian stopped by the restroom and noticed Yan Yuzhu was at the Genius Retirement Home. Feeling pleased, he finished up and immediately grabbed his books to head over there.
“Hello, Teacher Yan!” Shen Nian stood at attention.
Yan Yuzhu was startled. “Shen Nian, do you need something?”
“My seat isn’t very comfortable. The... office area is better for focusing on studying, so I thought I’d sit there for a while.”
During evening self-study, only a few duty teachers were in the office. Even Su Kexi wasn’t around. The few teachers present were either patrolling or stationed in classrooms. Yan Yuzhu was relatively free, working on study plans.
She originally planned to make a study plan for Shen Nian every day, but she overestimated herself. Now it was down to twice a week, depending on how things went.
Because the study plans were quite involved, she wasn’t sure if the workload was appropriate. This kind of thing needed Shen Nian’s input, and he had arrived just in time.
“Then you can sit next to me.”
“Isn’t that too close? Won’t it bother you, Teacher Yan?”
“No problem.” Yan Yuzhu pulled over a plastic chair for him. Once Shen Nian sat down, she began asking about his progress—a little investigation.
She wanted to tailor the plan based on his grades and study habits, aiming to pull him back on track.
Teaching and nurturing students should be like this—fire up the passion!
Shen Nian basically got grilled, then rewarded with a bottle of Wangzai milk.
The Wangzai milk came from Yan Yuzhu’s drawer. Shen Nian was sharp-eyed and noticed several more bottles inside, plus a few empty ones in the trash can.
“Teacher Yan, do you like drinking Wangzai milk?”
“Occasionally.”
Looking at the several empty bottles sucked dry in the trash, Shen Nian nodded knowingly.
“Occasionally,” but quite often.
“Don’t you like it, Shen Nian?”
“I do, but I’m more of an O-Pao fruit milk fan. O-Pao tastes better.”
“O-Pao fruit milk tastes awful.”
“Tastes better than Wangzai.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Better than Wangzai.”
“No way! Wangzai tastes best!” Yan Yuzhu got quietly annoyed. If Shen Nian dared say one more bad word about Wangzai milk, she’d turn him into a Wangzai bottle.
Getting called up to the front to spell words every class? Totally normal.
Doubling your homework? Also normal.
Arguing over which tastes better—Wangzai or O-Pao—is a no-go zone. Teacher Yan has her ways.
Shen Nian: “......” Wait, why is the teacher kind of cute?
Totally loving it.
The Great Sweet vs. Savory Tofu Pudding Debate (Wangzai O-Pao Edition) (Teacher-Student Version)
You wouldn’t guess it, but Yan Yuzhu, at twenty-six or twenty-seven, still has a bit of a childish streak. When it comes to whether Wangzai or O-Pao tastes better, she’s ready to go head-to-head with her students.
Isn’t that how rivalries always are?
Shen Nian once saw people debate over whether sweet or savory tofu pudding was better for two thousand comments—both stubborn and hilarious.
There’s really nothing to argue about. Sweet tofu pudding just wipes the floor with savory, right?
Realizing her behavior was a little immature, Yan Yuzhu sighed, straightened up, and got back to her own work.
For some reason, whenever she chatted with Shen Nian, her thoughts would start jumping all over the place.
As a teacher, she had to maintain a mature, professional image in front of her students.
So she said seriously, “The teacher needs to focus now. If there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask me directly.”
“Got it, Teacher. Message received.”
Shen Nian was nothing if not a loyal disciple.
Yan Yuzhu was busy herself, and Shen Nian sat quietly nearby, subconsciously not wanting to disturb her, which helped him focus. One class passed quietly before he realized how much he had learned.
Flipping back through his notes, he thought, yeah, the efficiency was pretty good.
“Shen Nian, you’ve been working hard. Have a drink,” Yan Yuzhu suddenly placed a bottle of Wangzai milk in front of him, smiling brightly.
“Thank you, Teacher.”
“No problem. From now on, no more O-Pao for us.”
“Teacher, are you trying to lure me into betraying O-Pao?”
“I’m just trying to bring you back to the right path.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Teacher,” Shen Nian said earnestly. “Unless you give me two bottles, I won’t betray O-Pao. O-Pao will always be better than Wangzai.”
“I’ll give you a whole pack.”
“I hereby declare Wangzai milk the best in the world.”
*Obtained item: [One pack of Wangzai milk]*
Who could understand the feeling of redemption Yan Yuzhu got when she opened her drawer and found several rows of bright red Wangzai milk bottles inside—like some kind of Wangzai Milk Sage.
To withstand this kind of test, a cadre must have serious backbone.
Shen Nian didn’t stay long at the nursing home. Just before the last class started, he packed up his books and drinks and left. Right outside, he ran into the history teacher who was a fan of Meng Lei.
“Hello, Teacher,” Shen Nian greeted.
“Oh, Shen Nian?” the teacher responded.
“You remember me?”
“Of course! What do you want to ask this time? I’m an open book!” the history teacher said excitedly.
Shen Nian: ?
This history teacher was totally hooked on being asked questions.
However, Shen Nian had no assignments to discuss, so after a few casual words, he returned to the classroom. He was in a great mood tonight—one whole class comfortably spent at the nursing home, plus six bottles of free Wangzai milk.
Time to restock, apparently.
“Here, don’t be shy.”
He shared the Wangzai milk with Xia Yanchun and Li Shiyan, kept one bottle for himself, and gave the remaining two to Chen Dong’s table.
“You’re my dad!” Chen Dong declared within ten seconds of finishing his Wangzai milk.
“Big brother!” Chen Dong’s deskmate Ma Mingfan saluted.
“Hey! Ma, you’re taking advantage of me!” Chen Dong got angry.
Shen Nian scratched his ear. Only these two could argue over who was the elder son.
The guys were noisily arguing on one side, while Xia Yanchun and Li Shiyan remained quiet. Shen Nian propped his elbow on Xia Yanchun’s stack of books and nodded his chin toward the two girls.
“Don’t you two want to say thank you? That’s just rude!”
“Thank you...” they mumbled.
Shen Nian felt a surge of satisfaction, then looked at Xia Yanchun. “What about you?”
“Did you say thank you when you secretly ate my peanuts?”
“You said it was ‘secretly’—if I told you, would it still be sneaky?”
“Have some shame. Stealing and then acting all innocent.”
Shen Nian gave an awkward laugh. “Hehe, just joking. What kind of relationship do we have that we need to say thank you?”
“No need to say thank you? So that means you can openly eat them from now on, right, Shen Nian?”
“Whoa, do you have mind-reading powers?”
Li Shiyan blinked her big eyes, sensing there was something going on between these two.
There was a bit of flirtation, a bit of tension—like that classic on-screen enemies-to-lovers vibe.
She comfortably rested her head on the table, half-closing her eyes as she watched the pair prepare to battle it out.
“You two are so close.”
“Not at all!” they said in unison.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
