Upon returning to the dormitory door, I was startled by the commotion coming from inside before even opening it. "Damn, have these guys lost their minds?"
Pushing the door open, the blaring music from a phone hit me. Three shirtless guys were inside—one wiggling his butt in a bizarre dance, another spinning a T-shirt in the air, and the last, cigarette in mouth, scribbling furiously at the desk.
"It’s a miracle the neighbors downstairs haven’t come up to complain."
The three grinned. "Long Aotian, you’re back!"
"So, what’s got you all so hyped up today?"
Xu Shuai stopped his butt-wiggling and exclaimed excitedly, "I sat at the same table as Wang Lijuan today! We even talked!"
Li Longlong tossed his shirt aside. "Same! I finally spoke to Han Xiaojing. It wasn’t as hard as I thought."
Long Aotian nodded, then turned to Huang Fei. "And you?"
Huang Fei exhaled a puff of smoke, stubbed out his cigarette, and picked up his notebook. "Aotian, check this out—my notes. Spending time with Shen Mengjie today made me realize gaps in my theories. I’m revising them. Once I win her over, I’ll publish this. I’ll be the grandmaster of romance!"
Long Aotian gave a solemn nod. "Solid plan."
He walked to the balcony and opened the window, letting the smoke escape. Gazing at the sky, he stretched. "The moon’s really bright tonight."
"Yeah," Hu Yuying murmured, looking at the moon on the horizon. "It’s so beautiful."
"Yuying, did you know you look just like Long Aotian right now?" Li Qingxue teased beside her.
Hu Yuying froze for a moment, then smiled. "Really?"
"Mm-hmm," Li Qingxue nodded. "Back at the bay, when Long Aotian watched the sunset, he had the same expression. Your mannerisms and tone are so alike."
Hearing that she resembled Long Aotian sent a warm flutter through Hu Yuying’s heart. Propping her chin on her hand, she gazed at the moon. "I wonder what he’s doing now?"
They were still in the same city, not far apart, yet they couldn’t meet as freely as before.
So, Hu Yuying missed him. She missed him often, restless with the urge to see him, even if just to sit quietly together.
The longing didn’t fade with time—it only grew heavier.
"Ugh, that guy’s fine wherever he goes. He’s way more adaptable than us."
But then she remembered how, after asking him to wait for her at the school gate, girls had swooped in for his contact the moment she stepped away. The thought soured her mood.
At this point, Li Qingxue bit her lip and hesitantly asked, "Yuying... you’ve known Long Aotian for a long time. Do you..."
She trailed off, struggling for words, her ears tinged pink with nerves.
Finally, in a small voice, she asked, "Do you know what kind of girls he likes?"
The question left her face flushed, a delicate shyness coloring her features.
Hu Yuying was stunned by Li Qingxue’s confession and the vulnerability in her demeanor.
Some words were hard to say, but once spoken, they brought relief.
Li Qingxue met Hu Yuying’s gaze earnestly. "I know you’re close to him, that he cares about you most. Please tell me. I... I think I might like him."
After admitting it, she fidgeted, as if her deepest secret had been laid bare, leaving her bashful and briefly exposed.
Hu Yuying’s smile stiffened. Li Qingxue’s bluntness was jarring, stirring something indescribable in her chest.
Her eyes dimmed slightly, and a hollow feeling spread inside her—weightless, like the emptiness she’d felt before meeting Long Aotian. It was disorienting, almost suffocating.
Qingxue... likes him?
The idea had never crossed her mind. Li Qingxue had always seemed to treat him as just a friend. The revelation left Hu Yuying’s mind blank.
"Yuying? Are you okay?" Li Qingxue’s momentary shyness faded as she noticed Hu Yuying’s dazed expression.
Hu Yuying shook her head instinctively, her voice quiet. "You... like him?"
Though embarrassed, Li Qingxue pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yes." The coyness of a girl in love looked enchanting on her flawless face.
"At first, I thought you two were together. But when you said you weren’t, I decided to try."
Li Qingxue had her pride. If Long Aotian and Hu Yuying had been a couple, she would’ve buried her feelings and kept her distance—remaining a friend who joked, bickered, and shared meals without crossing lines.
Long Aotian was easy to like. Falling for someone like him felt almost inevitable.
She’d considered waiting, giving it more time. But seeing other girls approach him for his number or ask him out made her impatient.
She understood how those girls felt—the ones Long Aotian had helped.
She’d been one of them, by the bay. She knew the warmth of that stolen light in her heart.
The memory of him pulling her into his arms had planted a seed in her, quietly growing ever since.
Faced with Li Qingxue’s eager sharing, Hu Yuying shook her head on instinct. She didn’t want this. A surge of unease and dread rose within her.
"You don’t know either?" Li Qingxue assumed Hu Yuying was saying she didn’t know Long Aotian’s preferences.
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."
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."
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?”
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.
