Su Kexi wore an unfriendly expression as she stared at Shen Nian, drawing glances from those around them.
What’s this about "classmate Cai Xukun"? Little hater, huh? Fragrant fried fish, my ass.
Anyone could tell Shen Nian had been caught zoning out—perfect material for some schadenfreude.
Shen Nian had already braced himself for a scolding and some extra homework as punishment.
But then Su Kexi pressed her lips together, seemingly unable to hold back a laugh, and walked out of the classroom with a smirk.
Shen Nian: ?
What kind of sick joke is this? Just came to mess with me, huh? Damn teacher and her weird sense of humor.
Shen Nian sighed in relief. Next Chinese class, he’d make sure to study other subjects like his life depended on it.
The morning was mostly spent going over the monthly exam answers and reviewing questions. Shen Nian’s accuracy was pretty high—a perfect score wasn’t even his goal anymore. Next target: 120 points.
In the afternoon, the sun dragged everyone into a drowsy haze as the whole school rehearsed for the sports day opening ceremony.
The administrators lounged in the shade on the stage while the students roasted under the sun. And of course, the higher-ups just wouldn’t stop yapping. Some girls were already squinting and clutching their foreheads, looking like they were about to pass out.
Xia Yanchun was on her period, and Shen Nian kept glancing her way, worried she might collapse mid-rehearsal.
Well, they’d grown up together. Even a pet dog would earn some affection, let alone Xia Yanchun—though, of course, she ranked a bit higher than a dog.
After school, the girls in class had changed into their cute class uniforms: white short-sleeved shirts, little ties, pleated skirts, and loafers—simple JK-style outfits.
Shen Nian and Chen Dong leaned against the hallway railing, eyeing every girl that passed by.
For some reason, their own class’s girls didn’t seem as attractive or bold as those from other classes. Some girls really pushed the limits with how high they hiked their skirts.
Shen Nian had no choice but to scrutinize them with a critical gaze.
Though, to be fair, most girls dressed pretty conservatively.
Other classes just had plain T-shirts as uniforms, and their students shot envious, helpless looks at the short skirts elsewhere, silently cursing their own homeroom teacher for being too uptight to spring for something nicer.
"Heh heh heh… slurp…"
Ma Mingfan joined them, leering shamelessly at a Lolita-dressed girl walking below.
"If you ever got isekai’d into a cultivation world, you’d 100% end up as a lecherous sect elder," Chen Dong joked.
Ma Mingfan scowled. "I’m not being creepy to their faces! And how dare you accuse me? Got any proof? Maybe I was just thinking about games! Games are way better than girls in skirts anyway!"
"Besides, what’s so creepy about it? If I don’t look, someone else will. Why shouldn’t I get in on it?"
"You guys wouldn’t get it—you actually talk to girls. We’re not the same."
With a dramatic wave, Ma Mingfan declared his righteous split from Chen Dong, vowing never to speak to him again.
…At least until the weekend.
Last time, in a fit of post-nut clarity, he’d rage-deleted all his saved links and now needed Chen Dong to re-share them.
"I agree with you," Shen Nian grinned.
"See that, Chen Dong? Shen Nian here is a role model—the epitome of an outstanding high schooler."
"Sure, sure. You two are absolute morons."
"You just slandered me, so you’re buying snacks from the canteen."
Unable to argue, Chen Dong reluctantly agreed to splurge.
As they headed downstairs, Shen Nian nearly collided with Lin Xiyuan, Li Shiyan, and a few other girls.
Hmm. Short skirt. White thigh-high socks. Pretty girls. But you’re right—Chen Dong’s treating us. Priority one: milk him dry. I’ll critique you ladies later back in class.
With just a quick nod as a greeting, Shen Nian dodged around Lin Xiyuan and bolted off before she could say anything.
"Xiyuan, what’re you staring at? Let’s go," one of the girls urged.
"Mm."
The classroom reeked of shampoo. After showering, the girls who didn’t have time to dry their hair properly liked to let it down and air-dry under the AC.
Too much fragrance was just as bad as stench. Shen Nian flung the windows open, and the fresh air instantly cleared his nose.
The wind today was particularly rowdy, and the setting sun painted the sky in fiery hues.
A bad feeling crept up on Shen Nian. He turned—just in time to lock eyes with Chen Qiuyu, who had just approached.
Before she could speak, Shen Nian cut her off.
"Quick question—how many points did you get on the math multiple-choice section?"
"…I, uh…"
Stammering, Chen Qiuyu’s lips quivered. She rubbed her eyes, then ran off in a huff.
Shen Nian exhaled. Close call. Almost let that airhead start her nonsense again.
Evening self-study. Su Kexi was back—again.
"Alright, settle down! Sports day opening ceremony is tomorrow. School requires uniform attire. Only exceptions are the freshman and sophomore performance groups. Closing ceremony’s optional—if you wanna change, wait till after that."
"You’ll get your phones tomorrow, but don’t just glue yourselves to them. Go cheer for your classmates, blah blah blah…"
"Teacher, can day students go home to change?" Shen Nian raised his hand.
Can I waste your time? No reason, just wanna waste it. Heh.
"Day students figure it out yourselves."
As everyone knew, day students had no rights. As long as they didn’t die off-campus, it was fine.
Su Kexi droned on, but Shen Nian tuned most of it out. Finally, it was time to pick a class chant for the opening ceremony.
Too lazy to decide herself, Su Kexi put it to a vote.
"Keep it positive—it’s for the administrators," she said, rapping the blackboard. Knowing Shen Nian was full of wild ideas, she called on him to liven things up. "Shen Nian, come up with something uplifting on the spot."
"Me?" Shen Nian looked up from secretly grinding math problems and pointed at himself.
"Is there another Shen Nian in this class?"
"Teacher, I’m Cai Xukun. You got the wrong guy…"
Su Kexi: ?
This damn kid.
She’d deliberately stood next to him to mess with him that morning, and now karma struck back this fast?
She couldn’t help but laugh, though—mission accomplished. The class erupted in chaos.
"PFFT—CAI XUKUN?! LMAO!"
"Dissin’ my idol? How dare you! Better never eat chicken feet again!"
"You~ what~ doing—ah~ yo~"
Shen Nian was basically a walking meme generator—pulled out whenever the class needed livening up. A little off-brand? Sure. But hey, it worked.
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n Our Village Many years later, Xiushui Village had transformed from a remote, impoverished hamlet into the renowned and flourishing Xiushui City of the Shifang Continent. All of this, solely because it was the birthplace of the Shifang Continent's number one sect—the Lingxian Sect. This is the story of a group of village youths, family, and friends, building a sect and growing together. Lin Xiao: As the sect master, my days are filled with countless tasks. Cultivating really gets in the way of building the sect. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Congratulations, Host, on successfully activating the Auto-Cultivation Function] Lin Xiao: Oh no, we're out of spirit stones. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Sect Mission issued. Mission Reward: Spirit Stones xN] No one loves their host more profoundly than this System!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
