The next morning.
"Still mad?" Lin Wanning looked at Li Qingxue, who had her arms crossed and her cheeks puffed up in a sulk, refusing to acknowledge her. Unable to resist, she reached out and poked Li Qingxue’s plump cheek, amused.
Li Qingxue shot her an annoyed glance.
Not only had Lin Wanning made her watch that video yesterday, but she’d also left her hanging mid-story. For someone who thrived on gossip like her, the emotional damage was real.
She’d assumed Lin Wanning would come to coax her soon enough.
But she’d ended up falling asleep without so much as an apology.
Now, even after waking up, she was still a little miffed.
"Alright, alright, how about I treat you to breakfast?" Lin Wanning gently tugged at Li Qingxue’s arm.
After a moment of serious consideration, Li Qingxue nodded. "Fine."
"Wait a sec, let me call my brother and grab some for them too."
She pulled out her phone and dialed Long Aotian’s number.
The call was about to time out when he finally picked up.
"Wanning?"
Long Aotian’s voice came through, rough with sleep and laziness.
Glancing at the time—only six in the morning—he asked, "Why are you up so early? Something wrong?"
As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the long legs draped over his waist beside him.
He pulled the blanket up, tucking the figure snugly beneath it.
Feeling him stir, Hu Yuying blinked drowsily, brushing her messy hair aside with a hand. Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of a whine. "Long-ge…"
On the other end of the line, Lin Wanning froze at the sound of that honeyed, sleep-laden voice.
"I’ll bring breakfast over soon," she blurted before hastily hanging up.
Staring at the disconnected call, Long Aotian chuckled and pinched Hu Yuying’s soft cheek. "Rest for another forty minutes. I’ll wake you then."
"Mmm." Hu Yuying stretched, savoring the comfort of the bed. She’d slept so soundly.
Unable to resist, she rolled over to Long Aotian’s side of the bed, burying herself in the warmth and his lingering scent.
After getting up, Long Aotian left the front door unlocked and ran out to grab some groceries.
When he returned, Hu Yuying was still in bed—awake now, but lounging lazily, watching him with a smile.
"Long-ge, was that Wanning on the phone earlier?" She’d heard the voice but wasn’t entirely sure in her half-asleep state.
"Yeah. She said she and Qingxue are coming over soon."
"Then I should get up!" Hu Yuying scrambled out of bed. If they arrived and saw her still lying in Long Aotian’s bed, they’d never let her live it down.
Now that she had a boyfriend, her body was for Long-ge’s eyes—and hands—only. No way was she letting those two tease her.
She smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes—sleeping in them had left them slightly crumpled.
Long Aotian sat on the edge of the bed, carefully straightening her outfit before gathering her hair into a simple ponytail.
"Long-ge, you know how to tie hair?" Hu Yuying couldn’t see, but she could feel his fingers working deftly.
"Just the basics." With a final adjustment, he let her hair fall back into place.
Running her fingers over the ponytail, Hu Yuying’s smile was radiant.
Nothing compared to the joy of having the one you love tend to you like this.
"Long-ge, I’m gonna freshen up." She grabbed the toiletries he’d bought her and headed to the courtyard.
Taking in the ever-changing space, she couldn’t help but daydream about their future life together.
After a quick wash, she returned. "Long-ge, I’m done!"
She blinked up at him, eyes sparkling with unspoken expectation.
Long Aotian sighed in mock exasperation. "You’re impossible."
Then he pulled her close and kissed her.
Hu Yuying stiffened, overwhelmed by the heat and the intensity of his presence. Her legs wobbled, and her hands instinctively clutched his shoulders for balance.
She stared up at him, dazed and flustered.
Had… had Long-ge misunderstood?
She’d just wanted him to praise her—tell her she was cute or something…
Not this!
All her unspoken words melted into breathless little gasps.
......
Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning pushed open the courtyard gate, their playful bickering echoing ahead of them.
At the sound, Hu Yuying’s eyes flew open. She hastily broke away from Long Aotian’s embrace.
"L-Long-ge, you’re terrible!"
Her embarrassment morphed into a shy pout as she lightly punched his chest before fleeing to the courtyard.
Watching her retreating figure, Long Aotian touched his lips, amused. "Did I misread that?"
Out in the courtyard, Hu Yuying took a deep breath, willing the blush on her cheeks to fade. "You two never wake up this early. What’s the occasion?"
She knew Li Qingxue especially loved sleeping in—this was unusual for her.
Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning handed her the breakfast they’d brought. "We went to bed early. Brought you guys some food."
"Thanks." Hu Yuying accepted it, turning to take it inside for Long Aotian.
As she moved, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning caught sight of her lopsided ponytail and burst into giggles.
"What?" Hu Yuying glanced at them, confused.
"Did Long-ge do your hair?" Lin Wanning asked.
Hu Yuying touched her ponytail. "How’d you know?"
"It’s practically sideways."
Hu Yuying just smiled. So what if it was crooked? She loved it anyway.
Seeing her flustered but happy expression, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning exchanged knowing looks, stifling their laughter.
Then Li Qingxue leaned in, sniffing. "Yuying, what’s that smell on you?"
Hu Yuying immediately panicked, sniffing at herself. She couldn’t detect anything unusual, but the thought of Long Aotian noticing something unpleasant horrified her.
"W-what smell?" she whispered, cheeks burning.
"You need a shower."
Hu Yuying’s gaze dropped. It had been two days since she’d last washed up.
Lin Wanning chimed in softly, "Go change, and we’ll all head to the baths together."
Hu Yuying stole a glance toward the house. She didn’t want to leave Long Aotian yet.
"You don’t want him noticing, do you?" Lin Wanning sniffed pointedly.
With that, after a quick goodbye to Long Aotian, the two successfully whisked Hu Yuying away.
Watching the trio leave, Long Aotian smiled to himself.
He was growing accustomed to—even fond of—having Hu Yuying by his side.
A solitary life had its perks, but this?
This was something else entirely.
Once you've grown accustomed to having someone by your side, their absence leaves a hollow ache in your heart...

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

【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.)

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.”