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.】
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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?!
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.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
