Upon hearing this,
Xu Shuai and Li Longlong couldn’t help but prick up their ears, though they pretended to remain indifferent on the surface.
"Chasing girls is actually quite simple. First, you must have enough patience—persist relentlessly, pursue her passionately, and never fear setbacks or hardships."
As the words landed,
Xu Shuai and Li Longlong instinctively straightened their postures, showing respect while nodding subtly in agreement.
Seeing their approval, Huang Fei could barely suppress the smug grin threatening to split his face. Clearing his throat lightly, he continued, "Of course, that’s just the first step."
"The second step is even more crucial: sending morning, noon, and night greetings without fail. You must maintain your presence in your goddess’s mind. Then comes the gifts and surprises—keep the novelty flowing. That’s the key!"
Hearing this, Xu Shuai and Li Longlong exchanged glances of sudden understanding before nodding solemnly. "Absolutely, Brother Huang. That part’s vital."
"Presence keeps her thinking of you, and novelty is like... a form of flirting?"
Huang Fei paused, surprised by their interpretation. But hearing it spelled out, he couldn’t help but nod approvingly, acknowledging their insight. "The third step is the most critical in pursuing a girl."
"Once you’ve established your presence, start asking her out—relentlessly. Even if she rejects you, keep trying. Girls are shy; if she softens and agrees to one date..."
A confident smirk curled his lips. "Congrats, you’re already halfway there!"
He thumped his chest. "Relax, with us veterans as your wingmen, no matter how tough the girl is—two words: [Mission accomplished!]"
Watching Huang Fei’s bravado, Long Aotian inhaled sharply. This ‘simp doctrine’ is so intense even a cuck would hand him a cigarette and call him ‘Big Bro’!
But when he glanced sideways, he found Xu Shuai and Li Longlong nodding with dead seriousness—their eyes even gleaming with camaraderie toward Huang Fei?
What the actual hell?
Whether Long Aotian enjoyed this was unclear, but Huang Fei and the others were clearly riding a high.
"Who knew we’d vibe so well? Come on, my treat—let’s hit the skewer stand!" Huang Fei declared, waving grandly.
Neither Li Longlong nor Xu Shuai objected. Having arrived earlier, they already knew Huang Fei came from money.
Being dormmates who clicked so well, there was no reason to hesitate—after all, they’d likely spend the next four years together.
Long Aotian had no complaints either. This is the college life I’ve dreamed of!
They headed to the off-campus food street.
The start of semester meant every spot was packed. Only after reaching the far end did they snag a table.
"A jug of draft beer, skip the flatbreads, buns, and sweets on the menu—just bring ten of every other skewer."
After downing half a mug in one go, they all exhaled a satisfied "Ha!"
Their brotherhood was cemented with that first shared swig.
Long Aotian let out a long breath too.
Back at Haiwan No.1 High School, his reputation had been trash. Even after turning things around, few wanted anything to do with him.
Here, in a fresh start where pasts were unknown, the freedom to speak openly left him lighter—his mindset shifting subtly.
The funniest part? They still hadn’t dropped their mission to teach him romance.
"Brother Long, you’ve no idea how dire the single rate is these days. Lucky for you, we’re pros—otherwise you’d miss out on campus love’s magic!"
Long Aotian chuckled silently. Well, chasing love is just humans seeking beauty, after all.
Then—
His phone buzzed.
A text from Hu Yuying:
"Long-ge, my roommates are great. How about you?"
"Qingxue and I are in opposite dorms—me on 3rd floor, her on 2nd."
"Long-ge, can I come see you?"
Amused, Long Aotian eyed his tipsy, boastful friends and replied: "My roommates are cool too."
"You don’t know the way. I’ll visit when I’m free."
Hu Yuying fired back instantly: "Qingxue’s with me—we know the route."
Cornered, Long Aotian admitted he was at dinner with the guys.
They’d originally planned to eat together that evening after parting at the subway station.
Predictably, Hu Yuying’s replies stopped dead.
Then—a voice message. Li Qingxue’s accusatory tone blared: "Long Aotian, you liar! We agreed on dinner tonight!"
Unlike Hu Yuying, Li Qingxue wasn’t easily placated. Long Aotian could already envision her harping on this for weeks.
He was about to deflect when—
Huang Fei, two beers deep, jerked upright. "Huh? A girl’s voice? I definitely heard a girl."
"Wh—where?" Xu Shuai squinted drunkenly.
"Yep, something about ‘liar’... and damn, she sounded cute," Li Longlong added with a sleazy grin.
Long Aotian’s eye twitched. "Isn’t this reaction a bit much?"
A self-styled ‘love sage,’ a ‘romance knight,’ and a ‘seduction king’—and this is their game?
The trio simply raised their mugs in unison, smirking. "You wouldn’t understand."
Their absurdity didn’t annoy Long Aotian. Instead, he found it hilariously entertaining.
——
Meanwhile, Hu Yuying’s mood sank.
Tomorrow marked the semester’s start. If she couldn’t see Long-ge now, she’d likely have to wait until after military training.
"Long Aotian’s missing out—no two beauties keeping him company," Li Qingxue huffed, nudging the despondent Hu Yuying. "Hey... you seem really attached to him."
"Long-ge’s always looked after me," Hu Yuying murmured.
"Yeah, I can tell. He treats you so well."
"He does, always."
Countless times, she’d noticed his pulse quicken around her, the way his ears reddened unconsciously...
His emotions did stir for her...
Yet more often—restraint.
She sensed it too: Long-ge seemed to hold back, as if guarded by an invisible wall...
【It feels like it's getting colder later than usual this year in our area. How about where you are? I wonder if we'll get any snow this winter.】
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?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
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!
