Upon hearing this, Li Qingxue froze for a moment before fixing Hu Yuying with a serious gaze. "What did you say? You two aren’t...?"
Hu Yuying knew exactly what Li Qingxue was implying and sighed awkwardly. "We really aren’t. Why do you think that too?"
Li Qingxue’s stunned expression wasn’t feigned—she was genuinely shocked.
After all, she had personally witnessed just how well Long Aotian treated Hu Yuying...
Noticing Li Qingxue’s disbelief, Hu Yuying couldn’t help but laugh, though a hint of melancholy soon crept in.
She didn’t know what Long Aotian was thinking, but she understood her own heart perfectly.
Li Qingxue shook her head slightly, watching Hu Yuying’s subdued expression, and felt an odd, fleeting flicker of secret delight.
It was like... an indescribable sensation...
"Let’s just head to campus first," Li Qingxue suggested. Since she and Yuying attended the same university, there’d be plenty of time to figure things out later.
"Mhm." Hu Yuying took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and nodded.
---
At the entrance of University A.
The arrival of Li Qingxue and Hu Yuying naturally drew plenty of attention.
College life was a paradox—relaxed yet intense. But whether in high school or university, gossip about campus heartthrobs never lost its appeal.
And when it came to Li Qingxue and Hu Yuying, their looks alone, regardless of personality, easily earned them the title of "goddesses."
As they reached the orientation area, a swarm of upperclassmen eagerly approached them.
Hu Yuying had grown bolder since the past—no longer shrinking under stares—but she still avoided initiating conversations with guys.
Aside from Long Aotian, she’d been burned too many times: reject their confessions, and they’d turn on her. Better to just keep her distance from the start.
Li Qingxue, however, confidently took Hu Yuying’s hand and smiled politely at the eager upperclassmen. "No need, seniors. I already know where the registration and enrollment offices are."
Having arrived earlier, she’d been through this before. She wasn’t immune to their tactics, but she also knew how to decline gracefully.
Afterward, she led Hu Yuying straight to registration.
Once all the paperwork was settled, the two headed toward the dormitories.
University A looked massive in photos, but walking through it in person still left them gawking at every turn.
It took forever to reach their dorms.
Li Qingxue’s dorm was in Building 6, while Hu Yuying’s was in Building 12—facing each other across a glass-covered skywalk.
"I’ve already unpacked, so go ahead and settle in. Let’s meet here afterward and explore together," Li Qingxue said cheerfully.
"Okay." Hu Yuying was eager to get settled too—so she could hurry off and find Long Aotian.
---
Since it was the last day of registration, Hu Yuying could hear lively chatter from inside her dorm before even opening the door.
She took a deep breath, replaying Long Aotian’s advice in her mind.
Then she pushed the door open, offering a soft smile. "Hi, I’m Hu Yuying."
---
Meanwhile, in another dorm...
"Dude, did you get into University T on a sports scholarship?" One of Long Aotian’s roommates blurted out, eyeing his muscular frame.
"Oh, right—I’m Xu Shuai, from Xishan."
Xu Shuai had dark skin, slightly thick lips, and the easygoing charm of a natural extrovert.
"Long Aotian, from Haibei," he replied with a grin.
"Whoa, what a coincidence! I’m Li Longlong—both our names have ‘Long’ in them! I’m from Nanhe," chimed in another roommate, a lanky guy whose thinness made his smile crinkle with extra folds.
Ahem. The last roommate cleared his throat dramatically, waiting until all eyes were on him before standing up with practiced confidence.
"Huang Fei, from Qianzhen." He adjusted his designer T-shirt as he spoke.
It was a bit showy, but not in an obnoxious way—his willingness to stand and introduce himself properly made that clear.
Long Aotian wasn’t the silent type either, and within minutes, he’d blended seamlessly into the group.
Once they’d unpacked, the four gathered to chat.
At first, everyone was on their best behavior, still feeling each other out.
But the conversation quickly swelled with lofty ambitions—grand, sweeping dreams that made University A seem beneath them. They should’ve been on the national stage already, changing the world.
So when did the tone shift?
Probably when someone offhandedly remarked, "Those senior girls welcoming the freshmen today were something else—especially their figures."
And just like that, the discussion took a nosedive into uncharted territory.
Mid-laugh, Huang Fei suddenly let out a sigh.
A sudden sigh drew everyone’s attention toward him.
Xu Shuai asked, “What’s up with the sighing?”
Huang Fei suddenly chuckled. “Nothing, just suddenly feeling nostalgic about the girlfriend—well, girlfriends—I had back in high school.” He deliberately emphasized the plural.
“Back then, I was the type to ‘flit through a garden of flowers without a single petal sticking.’ Honestly, it wasn’t all that. It’s like sleeping on a pile of cash every night—sooner or later, you’d get sick of it. Truth be told, being single now is way better.”
He sighed again, then seemed to remember something and added, “What about you guys? Don’t tell me none of you have ever been in a relationship?”
Xu Shuai immediately waved his hand dismissively. “As if! Don’t let my looks fool you—you might not believe me if I told you.”
His expression turned unusually solemn as he continued, “I actually had someone chasing after me back then. But, as you just heard about my dream, I didn’t hesitate for a second—I broke it off right away. No woman’s gonna slow down my backhand swing!”
Hearing this, Li Longlong’s face also darkened with seriousness. He stood up, tilted his head at a 45-degree angle, and slowly turned to face away from everyone. “I’ve always been reluctant to bring this up…”
“But what can I do? ‘A thousand rivers flow, yet I take but one sip.’ Even though they all pursued me madly, adored me beyond reason, not a single one ever made my heart skip a beat.”
“I’m not the type to settle. So even though I’ve never been in a relationship, I’ve rejected every single person who ever tried to get with me!”
After he finished, all three of them turned their gazes toward Long Aotian.
Under their collective stare, Long Aotian could only laugh helplessly. “I might be the only one in this dorm who’s never been in a relationship.”
Hearing this, the other three offered words of consolation, but the corners of their mouths twitched upward uncontrollably, as if to say, Nice. Our dorm hierarchy is officially locked in.
Huang Fei was the most delighted of all. In terms of looks, he only saw Long Aotian as real competition—the other two weren’t even on his radar.
“Ahem. Don’t lose heart, Lao Ao. You’re handsome, you’ve got a great build—you just missed your chances or never learned how to chase girls.”
“But don’t worry. I’ll teach you a couple of moves. Guaranteed, you’ll get your shot at love someday.”

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?"

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.

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.”