As the military trucks slowly rolled in, University T welcomed its two-week military training period.
Honestly, the weather in Capital City was even hotter than in Haiwan City. Just standing there made sweat pour out relentlessly, and this was before the actual drills even began.
At that moment, all anyone wanted was to chug an ice-cold drink to cool themselves down.
The first day of military training was always the most exhausting, the one that truly tested one’s endurance.
Just then, the instructor walked over, holding a watermelon in each hand.
Looking at the listless, sweat-drenched students, he grinned and asked, "Who wants some watermelon?"
A question like that was obviously a trap, and Long Aotian wasn’t about to fall for it so easily.
"Reporting, Instructor! Me, I want some." Long Aotian’s lips twitched as he glanced at Huang Fei beside him. "Aren’t you supposed to be lightning-fast? Can’t even handle a little thirst? Do you run with your mouth or something?"
"I’m a sprinter! It’s all about explosive power!" Huang Fei retorted, sticking out his tongue in a weak defense.
The instructor watched Long Aotian and Huang Fei whispering to each other and nodded with a smile. "Alright, you two. Anyone else?"
Seeing their dormmates step forward, Li Longlong and Xu Shuai couldn’t resist raising their hands either.
Like a chain reaction, a few more hands shot up.
The instructor began calling names—but this time, only girls were selected.
Every girl picked was visibly exhausted, their faces flushed red from the heat.
The chosen girls lined up in a row, facing the boys who had volunteered.
Under the instructor’s command, both groups sat cross-legged on the ground, with a slice of watermelon placed in the space between each pair.
"When the countdown ends, whoever grabs the watermelon gets to keep it," the instructor announced before starting the count.
Most of the girls had been handpicked by the instructor, while the boys had volunteered purely out of thirst.
So when the countdown began, the boys were laser-focused.
Under the scorching sun, their bodies dehydrated, no one could resist the temptation of that juicy, ice-cold watermelon.
"Three, two, one—go!"
The moment the instructor finished speaking, the watermelon slices were practically snatched up by the boys.
The cool touch against their dry throats made them dig in without hesitation.
Seeing the girls who hadn’t gotten any swallow hard, Long Aotian split his watermelon in half. "Here, have some."
"Th-thank you." Han Xiaojing looked up, her dry lips curling into a small smile as she accepted. She really was unbearably hot and thirsty.
Nearby, Li Longlong paused mid-bite, staring blankly at the mangled remains of his own watermelon.
At that moment, he felt his chances at romance shatter into pieces.
And he wasn’t the only one—every boy holding watermelon who witnessed the scene felt like some golden opportunity had slipped right through their fingers...
Long Aotian devoured his half of the watermelon in one go, the icy juice bursting in his mouth. The sensation made him tilt his head back with a satisfied sigh.
Han Xiaojing nibbled at her share, watching as sweat trickled down Long Aotian’s neck, glistening under the sunlight.
What should have looked greasy and unappealing struck her as oddly... sexy.
"Game over! You few, step out and run a lap around the field. The rest of you, dismissed for a break."
"Hahahaha—" Long Aotian laughed until his stomach hurt under the resentful glares of his three "disloyal sons."
Since when did free lunches exist? Did they really think the instructor would be so kind on the very first day of training?
Lounging in the shade, Long Aotian sat fanning himself with his cap.
"Long Aotian, here... this is for you."
Han Xiaojing handed him an ice-cold drink.
"Thanks."
As Long Aotian tilted his head back to drink, Han Xiaojing stole a few extra glances, smiling to herself.
With the chilled beverage down his throat, Long Aotian felt completely revived.
He stood up and nodded at Han Xiaojing. "Get some rest." Then he started walking away.
"Aren’t you going to rest too?" Han Xiaojing asked softly.
Long Aotian grinned and pointed at the trio finishing their lap. "Gotta get water for my three adopted sons."
Han Xiaojing stifled a laugh. Adopted sons?
After Long Aotian left, she rejoined her group of friends.
"What did he say? Why’d he leave?"
"He said he’s getting water for his three adopted sons," Han Xiaojing explained.
"Adopted sons?" Shen Mengjie chuckled, her gaze drifting toward Long Aotian’s retreating figure. "Xiaojing, don’t tell me you’re getting swayed by half a watermelon?" The others joined in teasing her.
Sometimes, girls could be even bolder with their jokes than guys.
"N-no! Stop making things up!"
"If you’re not interested in Long Aotian, we won’t hold back, you know," Shen Mengjie teased.
"Go ahead, then."
Han Xiaojing’s flustered reaction only made her friends laugh harder.
"What’s so funny?"
Their chatter was interrupted by commotion from the field.
"Long Aotian, you absolute beast!"
Li Longlong lunged onto Long Aotian’s back while the other two pinned him down from either side.
Their carefree roughhousing radiated pure, unfiltered joy.
"At least you’ve got some conscience left."
The three chugged their ice-cold drinks before letting out a collective, refreshed "Ahhh!"
Retrieving his phone, Long Aotian checked his notifications and opened QQ.
Seeing the photo Hu Yuying had sent—her in full military training gear—he smiled.
"Huang Fei, take a pic of me."
"How many times do I have to say it? Don’t call me Huang Fei, call me A-Fei!" Huang Fei grumbled. The nickname "Huang Fei" just never sat right with him.
He took Long Aotian’s phone and started framing the shot.
"Dude, you’re way too stiff."
In the camera preview, Long Aotian stood ramrod straight, cap perfectly adjusted, collar neatly buttoned.
"Then how should I pose?"
"Relax. Don’t act like you’re taking a photo—just be yourself. It’ll look more natural."
After a moment’s thought, Long Aotian took off his cap and ruffled his sweat-dampened hair. He undid the top two buttons of his collar.
Under the sunlight, his lazy, effortless demeanor was downright striking.
The slightly parted collar, the sharp line of his Adam’s apple—everything about him oozed raw charisma.
"Damn, looking this good is a crime. You’ll end up friendless!" Even Huang Fei had to admit it. Long Aotian’s careless, devil-may-care attitude was undeniably magnetic.
And he was a guy. If he found Long Aotian’s roguish charm attractive, what hope did anyone else have?
Long Aotian handed over his phone and sent his own photo to Hu Yuying as well.
Then he clicked to enlarge Hu Yuying's military training photo—likely taken by someone else—where the young girl seemed slightly shy, her small hands clutching tightly at the oversized training uniform.
Her faintly flushed cheeks and a gentle, bashful smile exuded an innocent charm, yet still carried a hint of captivating sweetness.
After a brief glance, he saved the photo in his phone.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
