Long Aotian drained the last of his draft beer, let out a belch, and slumped onto the stool, exhaling loudly.
Honestly, drinking alone just wasn’t as fun as sharing drinks with a group.
Back in his old world, when Long Aotian was still working construction, his favorite part of the day was knocking off work, grabbing some braised pork head meat, and downing a few ice-cold beers with the veteran workers.
Construction was exhausting, and a drink made sleeping at night much easier.
"Holy shit, Lao Ao, you’re a damn beast," Li Longlong exclaimed, giving Long Aotian a thumbs-up.
Huang Fei and Xu Shuai’s faces were flushed red.
Especially Huang Fei, who had earlier tried to show off by mimicking his dad’s business-drinking style—chugging his glass in one go and theatrically flipping it upside down to prove not a drop remained.
Now, his face burned with embarrassment. Luckily, the alcohol masked most of it, but the memory of his cringeworthy display made him want to dig his toes into the ground.
Long Aotian, sensing their discomfort, grinned and grabbed a lamb skewer. "I’ve got a high tolerance. Not many can outdrink me."
At their age, showing off was practically a rite of passage. He got it.
A simple comment like that could defuse the tension and let everyone save face.
Hearing this, Huang Fei raised his thumb too. "You’re a friend for life, man. Don’t worry—as your bro, I’m gonna teach you how to pick up girls. I swear it!"
"Same here! I’ll pour everything I know into helping you out," Xu Shuai declared, patting his bloated stomach with conviction.
"Alright, let’s call it a night."
On the way back to campus, the three of them kept chattering nonstop.
"Back in the day..."
"Remember when..."
"Back when I used to..."
"Hey, what’s going on over there? Why’s there such a crowd?"
Across the street, a throng of people had gathered outside the music conservatory.
If there was one thing to say about male curiosity—well, it was indescribable. Especially after a few drinks.
Even Long Aotian found himself staring intently.
Before long, the four of them, hands tucked into their sleeves, wandered over.
The crowd was dense, but snippets of curses like "slut" pierced through the noise.
"Whoa, is that a fight?"
"No way, let me see!"
Thanks to his size and sheer curiosity, Long Aotian shoved his way through.
A man in his forties—bespectacled, pudgy, with a face full of hardened flesh—stood there, one hand clutching an iced tea, the other harassing a young woman.
"You took my drink, so you’re coming with me. That’s the rule!"
"What, you wanna jack up the price? Go ahead, name your number! Let your classmates see what kind of person you really are..."
The girl struggled desperately, her pale face frozen in terror.
In her panic, she shoved the man, accidentally knocking his glasses to the ground. One of the temple arms snapped off.
The man blinked, then released her, staring at his broken glasses in disbelief.
"You—you broke my glasses! These were my secret weapon for picking up girls!"
Furious, he hurled the iced tea at her without thinking.
Gasps erupted. The girl flinched, curling into herself.
After watching for a moment, Long Aotian pieced it together: the man had left his iced tea on a car roof, and the girl, jostled by the crowd, had accidentally knocked it off.
Even after she explained it was an accident, he’d harassed and threatened her anyway.
Long Aotian’s sense of justice was already strong when sober. Half a keg of fresh beer only amplified it.
Before anyone else could react, he lunged forward, shielding the girl with his back as the bottle struck him.
"Fuck!"
A sharp pain flashed across his spine before dulling into numbness. His blood surged, skin flushing crimson.
The girl kept her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact—but the blow never came. Instead, she heard a low, furious curse.
When she finally opened her eyes, she saw a towering figure standing between her and the man. Her face was ghostly pale, confusion and fear swimming in her teary eyes.
Long Aotian turned, his muscular frame, flushed skin, and the reek of alcohol radiating intimidation.
The middle-aged man recoiled, his jowls trembling as Long Aotian loomed over him. "D-don’t come closer! Stay back!"
"You piece of shit, bullying a girl, huh?" Long Aotian snatched up the iced tea and raised it threateningly.
"Ahhh—!" The man shrieked, scrambling for his car.
No sane person would pick a fight with a drunk.
"Pathetic coward." Long Aotian spat, then picked up the bottle and took a swig.
"Th-thank you." Her voice was cool but trembled slightly, her tone lifting at the end in an oddly endearing way.
"Don’t mention it. And hey, don’t cry. Long-ge can’t stand seeing girls cry." He waved it off like it was nothing, his voice lazy and slightly buzzed—but not unkind.
"Holy hell, Lao Ao, you’re insane!" The stunned trio finally snapped out of it and rushed over.
"Tch—" Someone clapped him on the back.
Long Aotian hissed through his teeth, wincing.
Still tipsy, he instinctively reached around to rub the sore spot.
"You okay?"
"Fine. Just my back acting up."
As the four of them turned to leave, the girl suddenly clenched her fists and jogged after them.
"W-wait!"
They turned to see her holding iodine and bandages.
"Thank you... for helping me. I, uh, bought these. I hope they’re useful..."
Her cool voice wavered, laced with quiet worry.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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!
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】
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
