After happily finishing her lean meat porridge, Hu Yuying playfully glanced at Long Aotian. "Long-ge, look, I ate it all!"
"Good girl."
Hu Yuying felt a little proud secretly—she was the most well-behaved, after all.
Then, as if remembering something, she said, "Long-ge, I joined the Hanfu club."
Sharing her daily life with Long Aotian was one of Hu Yuying’s favorite things.
Long Aotian also loved listening to her talk about her routines—it was how he knew whether the little girl was doing well at school.
"Actually, the Hanfu club invited me to join a few days ago, but I didn’t agree at the time."
"Then, when I was discussing the online store with Qingxue and Wan Ning, I went back and checked the prices of Hanfu last night."
At this point, Hu Yuying grew visibly excited. "Long-ge, you’d never guess—a single Hanfu costs almost 200 yuan!"
"So I thought, why not sell Hanfu alongside regular clothes? That’s why I joined the club."
Hearing this, Long Aotian realized Hu Yuying had her own ideas now—a good sign.
The rest of the time was spent with Hu Yuying talking and Long Aotian listening. Unbeknownst to him, the little follower who used to trail behind him had truly grown up.
By the end, Long Aotian held back a laugh and bought her a bottle of water to soothe her throat.
After taking a sip, Hu Yuying let out a contented sigh. In front of Long Aotian, she was her truest self—beautiful, awkward, tearful, shy. He had seen all her flaws and witnessed her growth.
No matter how much she matured, in Long Aotian’s eyes, she would always be that little follower who adored tagging along.
Just then, the foreman came to discuss some renovation details with Long Aotian.
Long Aotian left with him.
Hu Yuying sat on the green-planted steps and checked her phone.
There, she saw Li Qingxue’s reply.
"Ah, I was so engrossed in talking to Long-ge that I didn’t notice!"
She quickly tapped into the chat to respond, mentioning she’d come to see Long Aotian and asking if Qingxue would join.
Soon, Qingxue replied:
[I have something to take care of today, so I won’t come.]
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" When they’d parted yesterday, Qingxue had been fine, and Hu Yuying hadn’t heard of any plans.
Reading Hu Yuying’s message, Li Qingxue could feel the genuine concern in her words.
That was just how Hu Yuying was—sometimes disarmingly kind, without a hint of pretense. Having such a friend in life was truly a blessing.
Li Qingxue smiled and replied, "Really, I’m fine. I’ll visit another day. Besides, isn’t Long Aotian busy with renovations now? Wish him luck for me."
"Okay, I will! I’ll bring you a little cake when I get back—wait for me!"
Reading this, Li Qingxue took a deep breath and leaned her head against the railing.
After a long pause, she chuckled lightly and typed back: "Alright, I’ll wait for you."
Hu Yuying: [Flying kiss emoji.]
Li Qingxue replied with the same. [Flying kiss emoji.]
Before long, Long Aotian returned.
"Bored? Maybe you should head back to school." Seeing Hu Yuying staring at her phone, Long Aotian grinned.
"Not at all." Being with Long-ge, even in silence, was never boring.
"But Qingxue seems a little unwell," Hu Yuying murmured.
"Unwell?" Long Aotian paused, then seemed to understand. "Wait here."
He headed to a nearby supermarket and returned with an electric kettle and a packet of brown sugar.
"Take this to Qingxue. Later, brew some ginger brown sugar tea for her." Living far from home without support, every little bit helped.
That was Long Aotian’s reasoning—but his instinctive actions spoke louder. If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have done this. It was precisely because he cared, unconsciously, that...
"Okay, Long-ge, I’ll go back now." Hu Yuying was reluctant to leave.
But Long-ge was fine, while Qingxue wasn’t feeling well.
Weighing the two, she decided she should return to take care of Qingxue.
Taking the items from Long Aotian, she hesitated, then turned and gently hugged him.
Caught off guard, Long Aotian stiffened for a moment before laughing. "What’s this? Can’t bear to leave Long-ge?"
"Long-ge, don’t talk." Hu Yuying looked up at him, then pressed her ear to his chest.
She was greedy—this time, she’d have to wait until her next break to see him again.
Listening quietly, she felt his heartbeat grow louder. As she listened, her body trembled slightly, and a smile crept onto her face. In this moment, whether she heard it or not didn’t matter.
Feeling Long Aotian’s hand gently rest on her back, Hu Yuying wished time would freeze right here.
The first time she’d hugged him, he’d stiffened like a board, even pushing her away, saying, "No, we can’t do this."
The second time, he’d still been a little rigid, but he hadn’t pushed her away. Instead, he’d patted her head and said, "Whatever it is, tell Long-ge. I’ll talk sense into them."
Now, the third time, he didn’t resist—he even wrapped an arm around her.
This gradual change filled Hu Yuying with indescribable emotions—joy, delight, contentment, attachment, reluctance. She was slowly stepping into Long Aotian’s heart.
And again and again, she’d heard it—the heartbeat that belonged only to her.
Just like the uncontrollable pounding in her own chest whenever she was near him.
Long Aotian looked down at the girl in his arms. More than once, he’d been tempted, but only now did he let go completely, allowing his body to respond freely.
She was slender. His palm felt the warmth of her skin, the slight tremble of her body.
She’d told him: She’d grown up. She was an adult now...
She’d said: It wasn’t gratitude, not thanks, not indebtedness—it was dependence. But not the kind from a little girl who couldn’t stand on her own. It was the dependence of a grown woman on a man...
Gently patting her back, he rested his chin atop her hair, breathing in her faint fragrance. What was he to do with this little follower of his? "Alright, take care on your way back."
Reluctantly, she loosened her arms and lowered her head shyly. Behind her cascading hair, no one could see the blush that painted her face with a coy, irresistible charm...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
