A week after the start of the semester, military training arrived as expected.
Nanjiang University's military training didn't require going to a specific training base; it only needed to be done on campus.
Because of her low blood sugar, Li Shiyan had applied for an exemption from military training well in advance. While Xia Yanchun and Shen Nian were training, she would slip over to the Flying Tigers squad's area and find a shady spot to sit down.
Although the teachers and instructors had strictly forbidden bringing mobile phones, Li Shiyan saw a few girls next to her playing on theirs. Moreover, the instructor in charge of watching the Flying Tigers squad didn't seem to care when he walked by and saw them. Her courage grew, and on the second day of military training, she brought her own phone down.
However, Li Shiyan was relatively restrained. She only read comics and novels, looking up from time to time, and hiding her phone whenever the instructor approached.
Shen Nian had already been standing in military posture for a few days and felt his skin had tanned a whole shade darker.
Now, he would ask Xia Yanchun for sunscreen every day. When it came to sun protection, you really had to respect it.
Otherwise, after baking in the sun for a full fourteen days, he would turn into a dark-skinned liberal arts student.
Because Xia Yanchun had been consistently applying sunscreen, her skin hadn't changed much. You could only say that sunscreen was the real MVP.
The military training was very plain. There were no show-offs in the class challenging the instructors to arm wrestling or push-up contests, nor were there any unknown campus beauties delivering milk tea to anyone. Standing in military posture for half a day was basically how the time passed.
It was frustrating—which school out there actually let students do live-fire shooting during military training anyway?
During the lunch break, after finishing her meal, Li Shiyan went back to her dorm room alone.
Thick clouds blocked most of the heat, and when the wind blew, Shen Nian could feel a slight chill.
"This breeze is so nice." Xia Yanchun took off her military cap, and her flattened hair was gently blown about by the wind.
Perhaps because it had been stuffy for so long, Shen Nian, standing next to her, could catch a nice-smelling fragrance.
They were still some distance away from the single dormitories. Like taking a walk to digest their food, Shen Nian held Xia Yanchun's hand and smiled faintly. "I wonder if it will still be hot this afternoon. How about it, are you tired from standing today?"
"It's alright, it's not like they don't let us rest. I kind of want a drink... Let's buy a bottle of cola, okay? I'll just take one sip."
"If you want an indirect kiss with me, just say so."
"Ew, so stupid." Xia Yanchun didn't even know how to retort.
Indirect kiss, really? She could have Shen Nian's actual kisses whenever she wanted.
Of course, even when she didn't want them, a certain someone would lean in and give them to her anyway.
There was a beverage vending machine right under the international students' dormitory, and the prices were cheap. A canned cola that cost two and a half yuan outside only cost one point three yuan in Nanjiang University's vending machine.
Unfortunately, they only had cans.
Shen Nian bought one, casually wiped the rim of the can, and held it up high. "Open your mouth, I'll pour it for you."
"I know how to drink it myself."
"These cans are a bit dirty, there might even be rat droppings on them. Whenever I buy them outside, I have to wash them before I dare to put my mouth on them."
"Is that so..."
Xia Yanchun nodded her little head, tilted it back, and opened her mouth.
Shen Nian carefully poured a sip for her. The Pepsi was ice-cold and refreshing. Taking a sip like that in the summer, even Xia Yanchun, who didn't usually drink carbonated beverages, found it delicious.
Two blonde international students walking by covered their lips and giggled. Xia Yanchun couldn't hear their whispers and thought they were laughing at her, feeling a wave of embarrassment in her heart.
"Hmph, I won't buy canned ones next time."
"I agree, drinking from a bottle is much more satisfying."
Xia Yanchun just wanted to satisfy her craving and only took one sip. Shen Nian could easily finish the rest in two gulps.
"Phew, Pepsi is just the best." Shen Nian wiped his mouth. "Hey, which one do you think tastes better, Pepsi or Coca-Cola?"
"Is there a difference in their tastes?"
"Yes, it's like heaven and earth. Can't you taste it?"
"I can't taste it." Xia Yanchun tilted her head. "So which one is heaven and which one is earth?"
"Pepsi is heaven."
"Oh, then I like Coca-Cola."
That's how rivals were. Since Shen Nian liked Pepsi, as his rival, she could only choose Coca-Cola.
"You have heavy tastes, Xia Yanchun. You can actually stomach that stuff? I'd throw up after one sip. It really has to be Pepsi, right?"
"Not as good as Coca-Cola."
"Damn, it seems our values are just too different. We're breaking up."
"Eat my foot!"
Xia Yanchun was the most cunning kind of person. She would often sneak in a kick when Shen Nian wasn't paying attention, then turn around and dash headlong into the girls' dormitory.
Watching Xia Yanchun acting all smug as she entered the gates of the girls' dorm, Shen Nian felt an inexplicable sense of amusement in his heart.
He was just teasing Chunbao to make her happy. If Shen Nian really wanted to catch Xia Yanchun, she would be caught before she could even take two steps.
"If I catch you, you're in for it." Shen Nian talked tough.
"Come in if you dare!"
Dorm Auntie: "?"
"I can't be bothered with you. Go to sleep early." Shen Nian scratched his head and started walking towards the boys' dormitory.
The combination of being a day student and having a single dorm room was truly the ultimate setup. He could come over whenever he wanted to rest, and go home if there were no classes at night. It was simply too awesome.
...
During the two-week military training, thanks to the sunscreen, Shen Nian avoided the fate of being tanned into oblivion.
However, sunscreen couldn't provide absolute protection, and both Shen Nian and Xia Yanchun still got a little darker.
Especially Shen Nian.
Halfway through the military training, they were generally divided into various ceremonial formations. Because of his physical advantage, Shen Nian was naturally selected for the honor guard. Not only did it not get easier, but it actually became more boring and exposed him to more sun.
It might not be noticeable since they were always together, but if you took a photo from before the military training and compared it to him now, the difference in skin tone would be obvious. The same was true for Xia Yanchun.
On the last day of military training, the top university leaders came to the sports field to inspect the results of the training. This meant having the students demonstrate everything they had practiced. Some performed with wooden batons, others did wrestling. Compared to them, Shen Nian's flag guard squad was relatively easy, as they only needed to perfect those few specific movements.
By the time the military training ended, it was already eleven in the morning.
Just like other classes, some people in Shen Nian's class sent off the instructors with red eyes. Shen Nian wasn't close to the instructor, so he chose to go eat at the cafeteria with Xia Yanchun.
As for Li Shiyan, she had already returned to the dormitory early to take a shower with the few girls in their class.
"Official classes start tomorrow."
Xia Yanchun hummed happily. The grueling military training was finally over, and she was in a wonderful mood. She had even added an extra portion of char siu to her beef brisket noodles for lunch—it was incredibly delicious.
Shen Nian reached out his chopsticks and blatantly swiped a large piece of beef brisket from her bowl, saying seriously, "Time flies so fast. Before we knew it, military training is over. There are only four months left until the end of this semester, sigh."
"Why don't you just say there's half a year left until the New Year and wish me a Happy New Year in advance?"
"Uh, I suppose I could."
"Idiot," Xia Yanchun scolded, but she placed two more pieces of beef brisket and char siu into his bowl.
Shen Nian ate a lot, especially during military training. Every time he ate, he wolfed down his food like a starving ghost.
He looked like someone who would be very hard to feed.
Pouting her lips, she finished her lunch. Resting her chin on her hands, Xia Yanchun chattered on, "Sigh, I wonder if I can get my fair skin back before winter break. I hate being in the sun the most."
"Drinking black goji berry tea helps whiten the skin. Since we have the afternoon off today anyway, I'll go out with you to buy some later."
"Mhm, I'm already sleepy. I'm going to go back and take a nap first~"

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?"

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!

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.