She stood there breathing lightly, her delicate oval face strikingly beautiful, with sleek black hair cascading over her slender shoulders.
Having rushed over, stray strands clung to her cheeks, accentuating her pale, porcelain skin.
Xu Shuai froze for a moment, then confidently flicked his hair: "Hey beautiful, I'm Xu—"
Before he could finish, Li Longlong smacked a hand over his face and shoved him aside, flashing a grin: "Hey gorgeous, I'm—hey hey hey—!"
Huang Fei, who had pushed Li Longlong away, straightened his posture and adjusted his collar with confidence: "Hello, miss. Let’s get acquainted—I’m Huang Fei."
The girl’s eyes flickered, giving them a slight nod tinged with aloofness: "Hello. I’m here for him."
Her voice was clear, like melted snow from the peaks of Tibet’s mountains—pure yet carrying a chill.
Huang Fei stiffened awkwardly, his hand freezing mid-collar adjustment. Forcing a smile, he stepped aside.
The girl approached Long Aotian, holding iodine and band-aids: "I’m sorry... and thank you."
Sorry because he’d shielded her from a bottle thrown her way.
Thank you because he was the only one who’d stepped forward to block it.
"Yeah, no big deal," Long Aotian chuckled. "That old creep just bullies girls. Next time, call the cops—he’ll back off real quick."
The girl glanced at the antiseptic in her hands, then at Long Aotian’s drunken sway and his three equally unsteady friends.
Her sharp, striking features softened subtly as she lowered her gaze: "You’ve been drinking. Let me disinfect this—it’s hot out, and I’m worried about infection."
Under the streetlight, she stood behind Long Aotian, her cool porcelain face flushing faintly as she glimpsed a stranger’s bare torso for the first time.
His muscular back bore a swollen red mark, with a small split wound. She dabbed at it meticulously with an iodine-soaked cotton swab.
"Your hands are kinda cold," he remarked.
Her fingers paused. "Sorry, I’ll be gentler," she murmured, embarrassed.
Applying the band-aid meant unavoidable contact.
"Nah, it’s kinda nice. Feels cool."
To her ears, the words bordered on teasing—almost flirtatious.
"Do you... say things like that to other girls often?" The line came too naturally, as if he’d said it a hundred times.
"Huh?" Long Aotian turned his head. "Say what?"
Seeing his tipsy confusion, the girl’s lips twitched, a rare hint of amusement breaking through her usual reserve. "Never mind."
Long Aotian straightened, pulling his shirt back on. "Thanks," he said.
The girl stifled a laugh. This guy acts so silly when he’s drunk.
He’s the one who got hurt helping me—I should be thanking him.
Yet he didn’t seem to care at all.
She pressed the iodine and band-aids into his palm. "Well... I’d better go."
Passing Huang Fei and the others, she noticed their phones open to a messaging app. Nodding curtly, she quickened her pace.
"If it weren’t for you two, I’d have gotten her contact info!"
"Bullshit."
"Wait—it’s 10:30. When does the dorm lock again?"
"11, I think!" Long Aotian’s reply sent all four sprinting toward University T’s west gate.
The girl turned, watching their frantic dash, her gaze lingering on the campus entrance nearby...
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"Haaah—"
"Huuuh—"
Ye Liangchen stood at the subway entrance, taking deep, dramatic breaths.
"Finally, the day I’ve waited for is here. Heh. This time, I’ll reclaim everything I’ve lost. Those who looked down on me—those who rejected me—they’ll all regret it!"
A shadow crossed his face as he spoke.
His family had drained their savings to keep him in school—all because of that bastard Long Aotian.
If he hadn’t violated Hu Yuying, she would’ve tutored him. With her help, he could’ve made it to Capital City University!
Long Aotian had ruined him indirectly. Just wait—I’ll make you pay.
Exhaling slowly, Ye Liangchen pulled out a mirror to fix his hair.
He wanted to greet his childhood sweetheart, Lin Wanning, in flawless form—love at first sight, a glance that spans eternity!
The thought of her stunned expression amused him.
She’d been his neighbor back in kindergarten, before his family moved to the city.
Even though he’d teased her often, they were just kids—what did they know?
Once, during a summer break visit home, he’d even helped her.
And when he’d reminded her later, she’d recognized him instantly...
"Maybe that moment left an indelible mark on her heart."
"Tch. What a hassle."
Despite his words, excitement bubbled inside him.
Today, if his memory served, Lin Wanning would accidentally knock over an iced tea at the crowded freshman orientation.
The owner would harass her, humiliating her until—in her struggle—she’d scrape her leg. As bystanders gathered, the aggressor would toss her 200 yuan for "medical fees" and flee.
Too ashamed to return to her dorm, she’d hide here and cry.
In his original timeline, he’d been out eating with Hu Yuying when Long Aotian smashed a beer bottle over his head.
After getting patched up, he’d dropped a pack of tissues on the subway—fatefully picked up by Lin Wanning, setting the stage for their reunion.
This time, though unharmed, he’d brought plenty of tissues.
In the dream, his injury had made him "pass by" here—the tissues were the thread of destiny.
Checking his stash, Ye Liangchen smirked. Everything’s ready. Now, just wait for the wind.
He longed to intervene directly, but to avoid disrupting fate, he resisted.
He’d let destiny unfold as it should...
So he crouched there, giddily counting down.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?"
