Xia Yanchun went downstairs feeling depressed, only to find that Shen Nian was already waiting for her.
At least he had some self-awareness.
Xia Yanchun had just been embarrassed and annoyed, so she was in a bad mood right now. She had already planned to sulk for twenty minutes.
Shen Nian's luggage mainly consisted of his computer. He carefully placed it in the trunk and told Aunt Wen to drive safely before he comfortably got into the back seat.
A ten thousand yuan computer wasn't considered expensive to him. Broadcasting for an hour and a half a day, he could buy a new one in two days. But it was still ten thousand yuan, so it was impossible not to feel a little heartache over it.
What kind of person could really treat money like dirt?
Anyway, Shen Nian couldn't.
Unexpectedly, Xia Yanchun, who would normally sit in the passenger seat, also got into the back seat, keeping her head down and looking at her phone without saying a word.
As the car slowly drove away from home, Shen Nian saw her looking a bit silly and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch her soft cheek.
Xia Yanchun simply ignored him.
Shen Nian rubbed his chin. Did he touch her for too long last night and make Chunbao angry?
He had clearly kissed her before going to sleep, so that shouldn't be the case.
Shen Nian felt that the high probability was that she had argued with Aunt Wen.
It wasn't like the mother and daughter hadn't argued before, but a big fight was quite rare. In Shen Nian's memory, their last argument was in the sixth grade.
Shen Nian didn't know the exact reason. He only knew that Xia Yanchun had run to his house crying and wiping her tears without saying anything. In the end, it didn't even take two hours for Aunt Wen to coax her, and she happily followed her home.
"What's wrong?" Shen Nian covered his mouth and asked in a low voice.
However, in the narrow space of the car, no matter how low the voice was, one could still hear the gist of it. Wen Zhingning looked up at the rearview mirror and curled her lips.
"Browsing my phone." Xia Yanchun gave him a small response.
"Oh."
"..."
What was this guy trying to do, asking just once and then stopping...
Xia Yanchun felt depressed. She turned to look out the window, rolled it down, and let the hot wind outside blow across her face and hair.
With her hair not being long and only tied into a small ponytail, Xia Yanchun was not afraid of her hair being messed up by the wind at all. In terms of her hair, she was much more casual than many girls.
The temperature in the car rose a bit, but it was still acceptable, and Shen Nian didn't feel hot either.
Once he bought a car, he could drive back to the town himself without having to bother his parents or Uncle Xia and Aunt Wen every time.
The familiar small town gradually faded away. Past the town entrance was a long national highway. Every now and then, there were shops providing water for large trucks, and there were also many gas stations. After driving for a while longer, they entered the urban area.
Shen Nian observed Aunt Wen's driving technique along the way. It turned out that experienced drivers drove in a similar way. When turning, they all used the muscles around their thumbs to push the steering wheel.
It was already afternoon when they arrived at the residential area.
Because they hadn't been here for a long time, Wen Zhingning followed Xia Yanchun upstairs and helped clean the house along the way. For Shen Nian's side, since Shen Yue had been living there, it saved a lot of trouble. After clearing the clutter on the table and sweeping the floor, the room was clean and tidy.
After setting up the computer and organizing all the clothes and shoes, Shen Nian looked around the room and felt immediately satisfied.
There were still some chargers and other things in his backpack. Just as Shen Nian was about to organize them, he unzipped it, and a small, plastic-sealed box suddenly caught his eye.
A pink box, incomprehensible Japanese text, 0.03...
Shen Nian was stunned for a moment, and after that, he immediately understood.
"..."
So, his mom coming up early in the morning saying she wanted to help him pack his luggage, and then saying his backpack was a bit dirty and needed to be wiped, taking it out of the room... it was all to secretly slip this little thing into his backpack...
Shen Nian covered his face. His heart was beating a bit fast, and it was hard to describe his current mood.
Boys always had an inexplicable anticipation and nervousness about these things.
Anyway, he was already nineteen... it was quite normal when he thought about it.
Shen Nian looked at it for a while and still chose to put this little thing in the bottom layer of his drawer, lest Haji-Chun see it one day and curse him for being a perverted, lustful daydreamer.
After busying himself for a few minutes, the miscellaneous items in his backpack were also settled.
A clean and odor-free room was indeed pleasing to the eye.
"Shen Nian, Shen Nian!"
Xia Yanchun's voice came from the living room. Shen Nian responded, and a moment later, the bedroom door was opened by Xia Yanchun.
As soon as she entered the room, Xia Yanchun flopped onto the bed, looking as if she had worked for half a day, and complained resentfully, "When I'm in the town, I want to go to school, but once I'm out of the city, I want to go back to the town. I'm having withdrawal symptoms from our hometown, boohoo."
"Your symptom is easy to cure. Taking you out for two good meals will do the trick."
"I was just about to say that. How about it? Is my handsome Nianbao going to take his big sister out for a nice meal?" Xia Yanchun swung her feet back and forth, resting her head on her hands and looking at Shen Nian, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Sure, we definitely have to get hotpot twice."
"Hotpot isn't nice enough, and it leaves you smelling like hotpot. I'm not eating that."
"You used to say that self-service mini hotpot was a nice meal. Now that you have four hundred thousand, your standards have changed?"
"Back then, I was afraid you didn't have money, living on an eight hundred a month food allowance. Now that I know you're rich, of course I have to rip you off."
Shen Nian sat on the chair with his legs crossed and chuckled, "Alright, you Haji-Chun. Before, you wanted to leech off my traffic, and now you want to drain my wallet. You really get all the benefits."
"Hmph, I will leech and I will drain."
"Forget it, forget it. Who asked me to be just an honest guy? With a little trick from Chunbao, I'm completely wrapped around your finger." Shen Nian spread his hands, slightly coaxing her to make Chunbao happy.
Xia Yanchun felt delighted in her heart and rolled around on Shen Nian's bed hugging a pillow.
Shen Nian's pillow had a smell of being pressed in the closet for a long time, which wasn't very pleasant. Xia Yanchun deliberately lay on it, trying to transfer the scent of her shampoo onto it to make the pillow smell nice.
In the future, when Shen Nian went to sleep, he would think of her as soon as he smelled it, hehe.
Xia Yanchun quickly realized how silly she was. Shen Nian slept with her every day, so what was the point of making him think of her...
She came here for serious business.
Xia Yanchun patted her small face, stood straight up, walked up to Shen Nian, and held out her left hand. "Where's your thing? Take it out."
"Th-that?"
Shen Nian's expression looked odd, and for a moment, he hesitated about whether he should take off his pants.
"Just, just that thing, the condom..." Xia Yanchun's voice grew quieter and quieter, and her small face flushed red.
A girl asking a guy for this kind of thing, no matter how Xia Yanchun thought about it, she felt it was extremely weird.
"I don't have any." Shen Nian liked to tell little lies, his face not red and his heart not skipping a beat. "Why say that all of a sudden? Did you see me secretly buy some when we were traveling?"
"Hmph, don't think I don't know. My mom already told me. Auntie also stuffed a box for you."
"..."
He was shaking with anger. Auntie, if you wanted to stuff some for Haji-Chun, just do it. Why did you have to sell me out?
I was still planning to secretly study them later tonight.
Shen Nian had never been someone who easily compromised. He probed, "What do you want it for?"
"I'm afraid that looking at it will make you fantasize about nonsense, so I'm going to keep them all together for safekeeping." Xia Yanchun said righteously.
"How is that possible? I have no worldly desires, really."
"You can fool yourself, but you want to fool me?"
"Anyway, I'm not giving it to you."

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?"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”