The barrage of comments swarmed in, but Shen Nian barely looked at them before hastily closing the score-checking website.
"Well, you all saw it. I wasn't bragging. When I said my base score for Chinese and Math would be 140, I was actually being modest."
[A base score of 140 is considered modest? My mom asked me why I'm watching this on my knees.]
[I said it a long time ago, is it that hard to admit someone else is excellent?]
[You know, I've always been on Master Shen's side.]
[Sent 'Like You' * 10]
[Streamer, you must stream on the 28th, I beg you! I'll die if I don't see your score!]
...
Shen Nian scratched his head and glanced back at his parents and Xia Yanchun.
"That's it for today's stream. I'll do another stream on the 28th to check the specific scores, so you guys can make a reservation. Also, if you haven't followed, remember to hit that follow button. I've really put together some study materials; if you study them thoroughly, improving by fifty points is a piece of cake. That's all, signing off."
At the peak of his viewership, Shen Nian cut the stream.
The peak concurrent viewers in the streaming room reached 20,000, and the short video platform showed 30,000, with exceptionally high engagement.
It wasn't in vain that Shen Nian had kept them hooked.
If only streaming were as simple as fishing.
As soon as the stream ended, Chen Minyue couldn't hold back her joy. "Oh my, how are you so amazing! Both of you actually made it into the top fifty!"
"Just basic operations," Shen Nian waved his hand.
"Such a poser," Xia Yanchun curled her lips.
Too lazy to bicker with Xia Yanchun, Shen Nian patted his butt and stood up. Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, Shen Shi eagerly spoke up.
"Looks like we have to buy that car now. Shen Nian, what kind do you want? I'll buy it for you once you get your driver's license!"
"Weren't we waiting for the top scorer title?"
"Top fifty is already incredible. Whether you're the top scorer or not, you're the most amazing in our family's generation. I'll have to brag about this to our relatives during the New Year."
"Haha, we'll talk about it later. There's no rush to buy a car."
When he came out of the bathroom, Xia Yanchun had already gone downstairs.
Shen Nian chatted with his parents in the room for about ten minutes before it quieted down.
His room hadn't been this lively in a long time.
"Phew..."
Even though he didn't usually feel much pressure, Shen Nian still felt inexplicably light after checking his scores.
Was this some kind of instinct unique to students?
It was as if all the hardships had passed after the college entrance exams.
Since things had settled down, he decided to check his streaming data.
The stream was much more popular than Shen Nian had imagined. He knew he was catching a wave of traffic, but he didn't expect the wind to lift him so high.
He couldn't even keep up with the Super Chats; the thirty-yuan ones were pushed so far back they couldn't be seen.
Just from gifts and Super Chats across the two platforms, Shen Nian's net income was already over 13,000 yuan.
And this was only the result of Shen Nian's first official stream, which lasted less than an hour.
Shen Nian never thought making money could be so easy. It was like he had poked a nest of rich guys and girls.
His follower count reached 80,000, while on the short video platform, it skyrocketed to 210,000. The identity verification video he posted already had over 400,000 likes.
Exaggerated.
Shen Nian submitted another stream announcement for the score-checking stream on the 28th, and the number of reservations grew at a visible rate.
He couldn't even keep up with the automatic replies for new followers.
But Shen Nian didn't stare at it; after all, staring wouldn't make the numbers go up.
He was in a fantastic mood and wanted to share it with Xia Yanchun.
Going down to the first floor, his parents and Uncle Xia were happily chatting about the exam scores, so Shen Nian went straight into the room.
On the third floor, Xia Yanchun's door was still open. Looking inside, he could see Xia Yanchun bending her fair calves, currently on the phone.
Shen Nian didn't make a sound and sat on the edge of Xia Yanchun's bed.
Xia Yanchun leaned closer to Shen Nian and turned on the speakerphone.
"Is that so? Shen Nian and I both made it into the top fifty in the province."
"Wow, wow, wow! That's amazing!"
The silly and sweet voice clearly belonged to a cute little girl.
"You're amazing too, getting in the top hundred isn't easy."
"I'm still too far behind you guys. You're competing for the top scorer, and I can't even touch the threshold of the top fifty."
"Yeah... We're planning to go to the beach. You need to prepare your swimsuit in advance, okay? Or should we buy matching ones?"
"Okay, I'll take a look tonight."
"Alright, I'll hang up now."
"Bye-bye~"
"Bye-bye."
Hanging up the phone, Xia Yanchun's small hands climbed up Shen Nian's back, wrapping around his neck, pressing her whole body against him with a beaming smile.
Feeling the girl's softness against his back, Shen Nian felt a mix of emotions. "So, how did Li Shiyan do?"
"678, 102nd in the province."
"That's pretty impressive."
"Shiyan has always been impressive, okay?"
"Just average. Feels like she's not as good as my Chunbao."
"Of course." Xia Yanchun stroked her hair. "Sorry for being so smart and clever."
"You're so humorous."
Shen Nian kicked off his slippers and climbed onto Xia Yanchun's bed, and Xia Yanchun, who was lying on his back, sat down as well.
White light seeped through the partially drawn curtains, falling softly on Xia Yanchun's skin. Shen Nian couldn't help but rub against Xia Yanchun's soft cheeks. It tickled her so much that she turned her face away, her small hands gently pushing him so she wouldn't be completely pinned under him.
Being sniffed and rubbed around the neck by Shen Nian like this, Xia Yanchun found it hard to control herself, letting out soft, muffled groans as her small face quickly turned red.
Shen Nian snuggled closer.
After releasing his good mood, Shen Nian lifted his head. "Guess how much I made from that stream just now?"
"3,000?"
"Too little."
"6,000...?"
"Too little."
"That's still too little?" Xia Yanchun was shocked. She knew big streamers made money, but this was Shen Nian's first stream. Could he really have made more than 6,000?!
She pursed her lips and probed, "10,000...?"
"13,000."
"That much?!"
"Guaranteed." Shen Nian grinned. "See how awesome your bro is?"
"Awesome!" Xia Yanchun gave him a thumbs up.
This time, she genuinely felt Shen Nian was awesome.
Unlike his past fishing and selling fish, where he made two or three hundred after sitting there all day, Shen Nian just sat in front of the computer the whole time. Just like that, he easily earned what it would take others two or three months to make, and with absolutely no cost.
So powerful!
Xia Yanchun laughed heartily, just about to claim some credit and ask Shen Nian to share a thousand with her, when she heard Shen Nian blabber.
"Am I more amazing than you?"
"Hmph, you do have some skills when it comes to building an account." Xia Yanchun shifted her body, wriggled out from under Shen Nian, and leaned against the headboard, saying seriously, "I've decided, I'm going to build an account too!"
"Good luck bro, good luck."
"I've already thought of a name, it'll be Master Xia, the Enemy from Heaven."
"Damn, you're targeting me, aren't you."
A certain invincible Master Shen laughed out of anger.
"So what, so what."
"..."
Shen Nian's mouth twitched, and he simply lay down next to Xia Yanchun, giving up.
"How about you call yourself Invincible Master's Wife Xia."
"Get lost, no way."
"Heh, my feelings were wasted after all. I'm a little heartbroken, Xia Yanchun."
"Be heartbroken all you want, but why are you touching my leg?"
"Oh damn, I really am. Haha, my bad, I was just wondering who slipped their leg right under my hand." Shen Nian was a little embarrassed.
So he switched hands. This hand had absolutely no shame.
Xia Yanchun stared at Shen Nian with deadpan eyes, deeply convinced that her nemesis had a screw loose.
Before I knew it, we've somehow reached chapter four hundred...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.
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?"
