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.
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
