Xia Yanchun fumed and quickly withdrew her voice message.
Who in their right mind saves someone else's laughter? What a total creep!
She angrily sent an "Amigos" meme, pure aggression.
But Shen Nian didn’t take the bait—instead, he video-called her.
Xia Yanchun hesitated for a moment before burrowing back under her blanket, covering her chest with the edge, and finally hitting the answer button.
Girls rarely wear bras at home when sleeping, so better safe than sorry.
Shen Nian’s face suddenly filled the tiny screen, and Xia Yanchun felt like he was trying to crawl out of the phone like Sadako. She quickly minimized the video and pinned it to the top-right corner.
"You’re insane."
"Still alive. Doing homework," Shen Nian said, panning the camera to show his desk.
"Do it then. What’s it got to do with me? Say what you need or I’m hanging up. Ugh, calling every single day."
"If you hate video calls so much, why’d you answer? Tsundere much, you—"
Beep—
She hung up in a second. Xia Yanchun couldn’t help rolling her eyes. What nonsense was he spouting? Acting like she’d answer if it weren’t him calling.
After putting on a bra, Xia Yanchun went downstairs for breakfast. Her parents were off who-knows-where again. She thought about helping with chores, but the house was oddly spotless.
The first day back home, students usually don’t lift a finger—just laze around.
Second day: minor chores.
Third day: unpaid labor.
That’s how it was at Shen Nian’s place, but not at Xia Yanchun’s. She did chores willingly, and there weren’t many to begin with.
Back in her room, she pulled out her homework and sat up straight. Might as well finish the National Day assignments first...
At 10:15 AM, she’d solved two multiple-choice questions. She cracked open the balcony window and could hear her neighbor blasting videos from next door.
By 10:40 AM, she’d absentmindedly done two more problems. The video sounds were still going, now accompanied by random thuds and clatters.
At 11:00 AM, Xia Yanchun frowned and stepped onto the balcony. "Shen Nian, what the heck are you doing?!"
Footsteps approached, and Shen Nian popped his head out from his balcony window. "Cleaning up some junk. Why?"
As usual, he was in a casual T-shirt and shorts—even more relaxed now that they were back in their hometown. His shorts barely covered his knees, revealing the defined muscles of his thighs and calves.
The two balconies were separated only by thin iron railings, which might as well not exist for Shen Nian. He’d been able to climb over since they were kids; now it was a piece of cake.
The houses had always been built like this, their families so close they even shared the same well out front.
Shen Nian figured he was just too well-behaved—climbing into Xia Yanchun’s room without ever causing trouble. Otherwise, they’d have installed security bars or even an extra wall by now.
"You’re so loud!"
"Then close your window, genius. Who leaves it open with the AC on in this heat? Planning a heist or something?"
"I’m studying!" Xia Yanchun huffed. She’d opened the window to give the AC a break—not to "plan a heist." What an accusation.
"You’ve got yours open too."
"Because I’m cleaning the AC filter, dummy," Shen Nian said, squinting. "You need something?"
"No. Just keep it down. Every time you bump into the wall, it sounds like you’re renovating over here."
"Got it, got it." Shen Nian waved her off and went back inside, soon closing both his window and curtains.
If Xia Yanchun said it was noisy, he’d keep quiet.
Xia Yanchun blinked, sighed, and shut her own window before returning to her desk—but her focus was long gone.
Around noon, Shen Nian texted her again.
She checked her phone and nearly facepalmed.
[Shen Nian]: Open the window. (Your dad’s here.jpg)
A faint rustling came from the balcony. In broad daylight, Shen Nian’s shadow was unmistakable.
He—he actually climbed over!
She always claimed to hate when he did this, but her heart raced anyway.
It felt like something out of a teen drama—the bad boy scaling the balcony to see the girl. Flustered, she slipped on her sandals and shut her bedroom door with a click, double-checking her parents weren’t home before parting the curtains. But she didn’t open the window.
"You idiot! Couldn’t you just use the front door?!"
Climbing was dangerous! They’d been reckless as kids, but how was he still this dumb?
Muffled through the glass, Shen Nian dug at his ear and shrugged. "Why waste time going up and down three flights when I can get here in three seconds? It’s not like I’ll fall."
He wasn’t stupid—he always hugged the wall side. The balcony was wide enough for extra clotheslines, potted plants, even cilantro. He could’ve done a backflip if he wanted. If he ever fell, it’d be because the universe decided to ban his account for cheating.
"It’s still dangerous!" Xia Yanchun crossed her arms, refusing to back down. Skipping the front door for the balcony? It was like some sketchy affair. The neighbors would talk.
"Fine, next time I’ll come from below. Now shh—open up."
With a whoosh, she slid the window open, and Shen Nian strolled in like he owned the place. A faint sweat scent hit her, and her face warmed inexplicably.
When was the last time he’d pulled this stunt?
Too long ago to remember.
"What’re you here for? Spill it."
No books or pens—if he claimed it was for studying, she’d call him out. Admit it, Shen Nian, you just wanted to see me!
She braced for some lofty excuse, followed by him playing with her hair and crowding her space—just like on the bus.
But she wouldn’t indulge him anymore. Yesterday was the last time.
...Okay, maybe just the hair.
"Missed you, dummy." Shen Nian grinned, blunt as ever. "Did homework this morning, finished chores, got bored. Can’t I visit?"
His schedule was packed—workouts, studying, breaks, and killing time with Xia Yanchun. Those four things ate up his day.
But he had way more energy than most. Already exercised, studied, even cleaned the AC filter...
Now it was Xia Yanchun time.
"Should I take that as harassment?" She forced a smile, suspecting a double entendre.
"Chun as in Xia Yanchun. The ‘spring’ in your name."
"Ew. So cringe..." She fake-gagged, then snapped a photo of him at her desk with her phone.
"Wait, what’re you—?" Shen Nian squinted.
"Going on Xiaohongshu."
"Cool. Don’t blur my face. And make sure you mention I’m a 6-foot-tall, ultra-handsome, sunshine high-school hunk."
Xia Yanchun is a bad woman, truly wicked.
"I'll write that you have the same god-tier muscle definition as Uma+7 to drive traffic."
Shen Nian: ?
The sky is falling.
Girl, I’m begging you, don’t do this—I’ll do anything.
Before Shen Nian could respond, the system abruptly appeared.
[Side Quest Triggered: Revisiting the Past
You’ve returned to a place filled with memories of her. Rest here and prepare for the battles ahead.
Reward: 1,000 gold, Passive Skill: Healing Hands (Minorly repairs physical injuries through touch)]
Holy—!
A passive skill!
Yanxi reminds you: Due to Tomato’s demand for over 3 million daily updates straining the servers, we now recommend switching to other major sources.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
