"Little lazy pig, time to wake up, little lazy pig?" Long Aotian called softly, brushing a strand of the girl's hair against her own nose to tickle her awake.
The girl wrinkled her nose, frowned slightly, and stretched her arms overhead with a contented sigh before slowly opening her eyes.
Gazing at Long Aotian, whose lazy demeanor carried a touch of sunshine-like warmth, she smiled softly and said, "Good morning, Long-ge."
The bright, carefree laziness in her expression filled Long Aotian's heart with boundless affection.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, he inched closer—only for his lips to be stopped by a finger.
"I haven't washed up yet."
"I don’t care, I still want a kiss."
How could someone be this unbearably cute?
In the end, worn down by his clinginess, she had no choice but to plant a quick peck on his cheek.
Honestly, men were so easy to please. Take Long-ge right now—just one little kiss, and his whole mood visibly brightened.
"Breakfast is already here. Have some first," Long Aotian said, pulling out a comb from who-knows-where.
He settled behind Hu Yuying, carefully combing and arranging her hair.
"Long-ge, do you know how to braid?" Hu Yuying knew that if she didn’t let him fuss over her, he’d just keep pestering her, so she indulged him.
"No, but I can tie it up for you," Long Aotian replied earnestly. "And it’ll definitely look good."
"Really?" Hu Yuying was skeptical. This was the same Long-ge who once managed to tie his own ponytail crookedly—now claiming he could make her hair "definitely look good"?
Honestly, she was kind of looking forward to it.
But when she saw the utterly satisfied look on his face afterward, she couldn’t even bring herself to comment.
Though she didn’t have eyes on the back of her head, years of styling experience told her that this loose, slightly messy updo felt… a little haphazard.
Taking a deep breath, she said, "It’s so pretty, A-Ying. The way I tied your hair is just perfect."
"As long as Long-ge likes it."
"Finished eating?"
"Mhm. Long-ge, you should eat too."
After polishing off the rest of breakfast, he escorted the little miss to A University.
When Hu Yuying met Li Qingxue in the cafeteria, the latter blinked and immediately remarked, "Long Aotian did your hair, didn’t he?"
She could tell at a glance.
"Is it that obvious?" Hu Yuying asked quietly.
"Not super obvious, just… hard to describe," Li Qingxue said with an amused snort. "I feel like I could do better with a stick."
Hu Yuying protectively touched her hair. "Is it really that bad?"
Li Qingxue laughed. "Oh, absolutely. It’s all messy—kinda like that landlady from Kung Fu Hustle."
"But paired with your sweet little face? Honestly, it’s kinda sexy."
Hu Yuying burst into giggles. "Really? Then I guess Long-ge does know how to style hair after all."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"I’m not lying!"
"We’re off in the afternoon—wanna hang out?" Li Qingxue suggested.
"Maybe tomorrow? Long-ge’s been extra clingy lately. I should spend some time with him."
"Ugh, everyone’s busy today. I’m gonna be so bored."
"Even Wanning’s unavailable?"
Li Qingxue sighed. "I tried asking Lin Wanning yesterday, but she said she had something important."
She’d called Lin Wanning the previous afternoon, only to be told she was occupied with urgent matters.
Li Qingxue knew that Lin Wanning's academy was preparing for an evening event, so she felt a little guilty about taking up her time to keep her company.
"Tomorrow’s a day off, so she should have some free time, right?"
"I’m not sure. I’ll text her later and ask. I feel like taking a bath..."
"You just took a bath, and now you want another one?" Hu Yuying couldn’t help but sigh.
Once a week was reasonable, and twice a week was still acceptable—after all, everyone was different. Maybe Qingxue just really enjoyed soaking in the tub.
......
Meanwhile, at the music academy’s girls’ dormitory.
Lin Wanning propped herself up from the bed, supporting her aching waist.
Her legs felt weak, and standing up only made her more aware of the soreness and exhaustion.
For a brief moment, it was as if her body no longer belonged to her.
Her lower back, in particular, carried an indescribable fatigue.
The lingering ache in her abdomen was the simplest proof of what had happened.
And then there was that place—now changed, no longer the same after being taken for the first time.
Every single detail matched exactly what A-Ying had described.
She collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh.
If just once left her like this, how on earth had A-Ying managed six times?
Was her endurance really that poor?
Lying there, Lin Wanning couldn’t help but wonder.
Of course, it was different—men and women were built differently, after all.
As her roommates left the dorm,
Lin Wanning burrowed under the covers, put on her headphones, and unlocked her phone.
The sight of her own shameless moments on the screen sent a flush of heat across her usually cool, composed face.
In the heat of the moment, it hadn’t felt like anything out of the ordinary.
But looking back now, she couldn’t believe how bold she’d been.
And now, watching it almost felt like she was viewing some kind of… video.
With Long Aotian as the male lead… and herself as the female lead.
Just thinking about it made her body react in ways she couldn’t control.
Men and women weren’t so different after all.
Once you’d tasted the first time, you’d inevitably crave a second. Maybe this was what they called hurting so good.
Rubbing her sore thighs, she suddenly remembered the brief tenderness Long Aotian had shown when massaging them for her yesterday.
The more her thoughts wandered, the deeper her longing grew.
Staring at the chat window on her phone, Lin Wanning figured he’d probably already dropped A-Ying off at University A by now. So she sent a message.
The moment it delivered,
She caught a fleeting glimpse of [Typing...] before it disappeared.
She couldn’t help but smile. Someone like him must be struggling right now, huh?
So she typed another message.
Chasing this kind of happiness wasn’t exactly honorable—but what was done was done, and she had no regrets.
......
Long Aotian stared at his phone, exhaling deeply.
After scanning the crowded lecture hall, he quietly slipped out through the back door...
A pair of knowing eyes blinked softly, watching him with faint amusement as he sneaked away.
Once outside,
He spotted Lin Wanning sitting quietly on a bench in the distance, waiting.
"Brother." The moment she saw him, Lin Wanning instinctively tried to stand, her face lighting up like a winter blossom—so breathtaking it was hard to look away.
"Are you okay?" The way she moved so clumsily told him everything—she must still be in pain.
"It's alright, brother. I miss you." Lin Wanning's blunt confession left Long Aotian at a loss.
She claimed to have nothing, yet she poured everything into him...
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.
【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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
