"Son, are you still in touch with that little girl?"
Suddenly hearing Old Han mention her name, Hu Yuying, who had already been fidgeting nervously on the side, immediately tensed up, her eyes darting anxiously toward Long Aotian.
Long Aotian couldn’t help but smile at her nervousness. Gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, he replied, "We are. We keep in touch often."
The tender touch of his hand eased some of the tension in Hu Yuying’s heart.
"That’s good. A young girl like her, all alone in a strange place—you should help her however you can. Don’t mess things up again."
Old Han had heard about Hu Yuying from Long Aotian before.
A girl like her really had it tough, and the fact that his son had managed to get into university was largely thanks to her.
"Here, take a look at who this is." Long Aotian quickly turned the video call toward Hu Yuying, genuinely afraid Old Han might say something earth-shattering.
"Uncle," Hu Yuying greeted timidly, her small hands clenched tightly as she stared at the screen.
Old Han’s expression was nothing short of exaggerated. At the sight of Hu Yuying, he froze for a moment.
Then, hearing her call him "Uncle," he broke into a wide grin, his teeth on full display.
"Little Teacher." The warmth in that title alone made it clear how genuinely happy he was.
His son’s transformation and the fact that he was now attending university—Old Han was truly grateful to the "Little Teacher" Long Aotian had spoken of.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said what he just did.
Hearing Old Han call her "Little Teacher" with such delight, Hu Yuying blushed furiously, her cheeks blooming with a rosy hue—both radiant and shy.
He had called her that before, and though it had embarrassed her then too, it felt different now.
Stealing a glance at Long Aotian, whose eyes were filled with nothing but adoration as he looked at her, she quickly averted her gaze.
"You and Aotian should go out together during the break." The more Old Han looked at Hu Yuying, the more pleased he felt.
His son’s behavior during those days was still fresh in his memory.
The way he had been listless, as if his very spirit had been drained—all because of this girl. Though his son had tried to hide it, nothing escaped a father’s notice.
Hu Yuying nodded softly and let out a quiet "Mm."
She knew it might seem impolite, but right now, she couldn’t think of anything else to say.
"Good, good, very good..."
With every "good" Old Han uttered, the blush on Hu Yuying’s cheeks deepened.
Did this mean Uncle approved of her too?
The thought made her even more reluctant to lift her eyes to the screen.
Ahem. "Old Han, we’re still eating here," Long Aotian interjected, sensing Hu Yuying’s discomfort as he turned the phone back toward himself.
The moment the screen shifted away, Hu Yuying visibly relaxed—so much so that it was almost comical.
That small, flustered gesture of hers was impossible for Long Aotian to ignore.
Old Han rambled on for a bit longer, emphasizing how important it was to treat the "Little Teacher" well.
Long Aotian agreed to everything before finally ending the call.
"That’s just how Old Han is. He’s not the best with words, but his heart’s in the right place," Long Aotian explained.
"I know." Of course Hu Yuying understood. The fact that Uncle had asked about her and told Long Aotian to look out for her spoke volumes.
But after saying this, she realized Long Aotian had fallen silent.
When she cautiously looked up, she found his smiling eyes fixed intently on her.
Flustered, she turned away and whispered, "Long Aotian, why... why are you staring at me like that?"
"You’re beautiful when you blush." It was something he’d wanted to say for a while now—the way Hu Yuying’s cheeks flushed was just unbearably adorable.
Biting her lip lightly, she lowered her lashes. No one disliked being complimented, especially by someone they liked.
Hu Yuying was no exception. Gathering her courage, she lifted her gaze, letting him see her properly.
He stared at her so intently that, for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw something deeper in his eyes—desire.
It was gone as quickly as it appeared, but she was certain.
Desire was the beginning of attraction. Crude as the saying might be, it was an undeniable truth.
There were many kinds of affection—love for a toy, fondness for a delicate doll, a parent’s love for their child...
But when desire mixed into that affection, it was no longer just about happiness or care.
Everything changed.
"I really did stumble upon a treasure." Long Aotian reached for her hand.
His heart swelled with an indescribable feeling. She was so shy, yet she still mustered the courage to show him her best side.
How foolishly endearing...
——
"Let me tell you something—the liquor of the night ruins your stomach, but the porridge of the morning warms your heart all day." As he spoke, a confident smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
Sometimes, a single gesture or phrase could elevate one’s presence effortlessly.
This was something Ye Liangchen had learned over time.
Xue Shaohua flicked his hair, but his gaze suddenly froze mid-motion.
Ye Liangchen, who had been about to further embellish his wisdom, noticed Xue Shaohua wasn’t following.
He stopped and turned. "Xue Shaohua, are you even listening? These are my spontaneous reflections, the profound musings of my soul. If you could grasp even a fraction of it, just a fraction, it would be life-changing for you. Pay attention, will you?"
But Xue Shaohua remained petrified, staring blankly to the left.
Ye Liangchen frowned, annoyed. There was no fun in grandstanding—er, sharing his wisdom—without an audience.
Walking over, he followed Xue Shaohua’s line of sight—and his frown softened.
There she was, her face alight with a shy, blissful, yet bashful smile.
Ye Liangchen’s lips curled unconsciously, reminded of a dream from his past life—running freely beneath the setting sun.
That was the youth he had lost.
But in the next second, that idyllic scene shattered.
The smile on his face stiffened, then faded entirely.
In his vision, a hand reached out and pinched that girl’s cheek.
"Ugh—!" Ye Liangchen suddenly clutched his chest, staggering back as if struck. His face twisted into a pained grimace, as though wearing a mask of agony.
Slowly, he closed his eyes. A single tear of regret slid down his cheek.
"So this is the path you’ve chosen? Even if he pinches you, even if he scolds you, even if you know full well he’s up to no good..."
"Heh, heh..." Wiping the tears from her face, she walked toward that breakfast diner...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
【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.)
