Long Aotian brought Hu Yuying to the cafeteria.
He grabbed two trays and handed one to Hu Yuying.
As they lined up at the counter, Hu Yuying hesitated while looking at the food on display. She stepped forward and asked softly, "Excuse me, can I pay with cash?"
She had just transferred to this school today.
She didn’t have a meal card for the school cafeteria, and the cash she had on her wasn’t enough to buy two lunches.
If it weren’t for Long Aotian helping her earlier and not minding her tagging along as his follower, she felt she should at least treat him to a meal...
"Sorry, dear, we don’t accept cash here. Maybe you should go top up your card first," the cafeteria lady said gently, her tone softening as she looked at the pitifully meek Hu Yuying.
Hu Yuying’s face flushed with embarrassment.
The next second, she felt a hand on her head, lightly pushing her back.
Long Aotian withdrew his hand and took her tray as well. "I’ll pay for it."
As the cafeteria lady started serving the food, Hu Yuying rubbed the spot on her head where Long Aotian had pushed her and said, "I’ll give you the cash later."
"What? You want something fancier?" Long Aotian glanced at her and continued, "This is the treatment followers get. You eat what I eat. If you want something better, buy it yourself."
Hu Yuying quickly waved her hands, indicating that wasn’t what she meant.
"Then take the tray and go find us a seat," Long Aotian said firmly, not giving her a chance to speak further as he picked up the trays of food.
Hu Yuying, with her words stuck in her throat, could only pick up the tray and look for an empty table to save a seat for Long Aotian.
Fortunately, the school cafeteria was spacious. Since most first and second-year students, unlike the third-years, weren’t as burdened with studies and chose to go home for lunch, finding an empty seat wasn’t difficult.
"You’re so annoying, saying half a sentence and then stopping. It’s frustrating to watch," Long Aotian said, clearly irritated as he watched Hu Yuying hesitate.
Hearing this, Hu Yuying finally spoke up, "Brother Long, maybe I should pay you back for the meal? I feel like I owe you something."
This was typical of her people-pleasing personality.
She didn’t mind being taken advantage of by others.
But when someone did something as simple as buying her a meal worth a few dollars, she immediately felt indebted.
Her mind would wander, and she’d start feeling inexplicably guilty.
"If you keep talking, I’ll hit you!" Long Aotian frowned.
It had to be said that Long Aotian’s earlier display of authority with Wang Shuo had left quite an impression.
As soon as he said this, Hu Yuying immediately fell silent.
"If you really feel bad, then just do more to make it up to me."
Hearing this, Hu Yuying’s eyes lit up. She suddenly felt this was a good idea, but the light in her eyes quickly dimmed again.
Because she was clumsy and didn’t know how to do anything well. She had no idea what she could do to help Long Aotian.
Back at Second High School, Hu Yuying had seen followers who would stand behind their bosses, helping them curse, fight, or bully others.
But she didn’t know how to do any of that.
If she did, she wouldn’t have been bullied all the time.
She stole a glance at Long Aotian. Would he think she was too useless and stop letting her be his follower?
Thinking this, Hu Yuying’s mood sank again.
Without Long Aotian’s protection, would she be bullied again?
This feeling was hard to describe. Those who had never been bullied couldn’t understand it.
After being bullied for so long, suddenly finding a boss who would protect her, keep her from being bullied, and even make those who had bullied her apologize...
Long Aotian couldn’t read Hu Yuying’s mind.
Watching her, her eyes lighting up one moment and dimming the next, he could only guess that the girl was overthinking again, though he had no idea what she was thinking about.
"What’s on your mind? Is helping me with homework really that hard for you?"
Hearing this, the light in Hu Yuying’s eyes returned. That’s right! Followers could help their bosses with homework!
She was really good at homework.
"Brother Long, I can help you with your homework and even tutor you."
This was Hu Yuying’s forte, so when she said this, her voice carried much more confidence.
Long Aotian hadn’t expected his offhand remark to excite Hu Yuying so much.
He nodded in approval.
A girl’s emotions could be like a rollercoaster. One moment, her heart could sink to the bottom, and she’d lose her appetite.
The next, she’d bounce back, and the food in front of her would suddenly seem delicious.
"Chen, what’s wrong? You seem really off today!"
Gao Quan watched as Ye Liangchen’s expression shifted from gloomy to resentful, then to fierce, and finally to a helpless sadness.
In just a few seconds, Ye Liangchen had cycled through several emotions like a master of facial expressions.
Ye Liangchen took a deep breath and slowly shook his head. There were some things he couldn’t say, not because he didn’t want to, but because they were impossible to explain.
If he said he was reborn, would anyone believe him?
After all, in Gao Quan’s eyes, he had just taken a short nap during the morning break.
"I’m fine. Maybe I haven’t been sleeping well these past few days," Ye Liangchen explained.
But his gaze remained fixed on Hu Yuying.
Earlier, he had seen Long Aotian frown and say something, after which Hu Yuying’s expression visibly fell.
Though he hadn’t heard what Long Aotian said, from his lip movements, Ye Liangchen had caught the word "hit."
From that, he inferred that Long Aotian had likely threatened Hu Yuying, possibly saying he would hit her!
Ye Liangchen’s heart was in turmoil.
Long Aotian was tall, strong, and robust. In a fight, Ye Liangchen knew he stood no chance.
But he couldn’t just stand by and watch Hu Yuying get bullied!
In the end, he chose to switch seats with Gao Quan.
By turning his back, he wouldn’t have to see it.
No one wanted to see their treasure of a girl being bullied by someone else, and Ye Liangchen was no exception.
Pretending not to see was the best solution he could think of.
Everything Hu Yuying was suffering now, when the time came, he and Hu Yuying would make Long Aotian pay back double!
With this thought, Ye Liangchen secretly made up his mind.
He would use the advantage of his rebirth to accelerate his entrepreneurial plans.
In his previous life, with the help of his treasure girl, his first love, and his childhood friend, he had achieved financial freedom by the age of 28.
But now that he was reborn, he could use this time to succeed earlier, ensuring that Gao Quan wouldn’t meet the same tragic fate as in his past life—beaten to death by Long Aotian and his gang while trying to save him.
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
