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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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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
