"Wait, I have a condom here."
"No way!"
It must be said, Lin Wanning was quite skilled—always coming up with bizarre moves, like doing the splits with one leg draped over Long Aotian's shoulder, seemingly just to prove her endurance.
It wasn’t until evening that Long Aotian finally stepped out of the room.
Near the pedestrian street.
Whether from University T or the music academy, people would flock to the pedestrian street after classes ended—some as couples, some just grabbing food or shopping, and others simply strolling around.
"Don’t come. The three of us are just out for a walk," Wang Lijuan said after hanging up the phone, looking pleased but pretending to be exasperated in front of Shen Mengjie and Han Xiaojing.
"Oh, stop pretending. Look at that grin on your face—it might as well say 'I’m thrilled,'" Shen Mengjie teased.
Han Xiaojing, true to her name, watched them banter quietly.
In terms of looks, Han Xiaojing and Shen Mengjie could easily outshine Wang Lijuan by miles—no exaggeration.
Yet, Wang Lijuan was the first among them to get into a relationship, and her boyfriend genuinely cherished her.
It was hard not to envy her knack for picking good men.
"Sometimes, compatibility isn’t about looks. If the whole experience makes you happy, you’re probably halfway there. You two are just too picky."
"Am not," Han Xiaojing protested. "I’m not that picky."
It’s just that the person I liked first already has a girlfriend, she added silently in her heart.
"Or maybe there’s just no one in class who catches your eye, right?" Shen Mengjie slung an arm over Han Xiaojing’s shoulder, joining in the teasing.
Knowing she was being ribbed, Han Xiaojing rolled her eyes. "If I had even half the 'green tea' charm, I’d have been taken ages ago!"
If they were teasing her, she’d tease back.
"Being a 'bad girl' isn’t easy, you know," Shen Mengjie shot back, completely unfazed, even turning the tables on her.
Defeated, Han Xiaojing could only sigh in surrender.
As the trio chatted and laughed, they drew plenty of attention from male students.
Some even approached them directly, asking for their QQ numbers.
The three brushed them off with awkward laughs before quickening their pace to escape.
"How about we grab some boba before heading back?"
Wang Lijuan nodded. "Sure."
Their eyes then turned to Shen Mengjie, who was staring blankly ahead. "What are you looking at?" they asked.
Shen Mengjie snapped out of it. "N-Nothing."
"We’re thinking of getting boba and then heading back. Sound good?"
After a brief hesitation, Shen Mengjie replied, "You two go ahead. I’ve got something to take care of—I’ll catch up later."
With that, she walked off in the opposite direction, pausing halfway to call back, "Get back safe, okay?"
Wang Lijuan and Han Xiaojing exchanged glances as they watched her leave, then headed toward the boba shop.
......
Lin Wanning had spent the afternoon playing herself into exhaustion—again.
Long Aotian could only shake his head at her antics.
She was terrible at holding back yet obsessed with pushing boundaries, insisting on wild experiments just so he’d "never forget her," since these were experiences only she could give him.
Watching this silly woman, Long Aotian couldn’t resist punishing her from behind one more time before finally stepping out to grab takeout for her.
As Long Aotian entered the hotel, Shen Mengjie’s eyes flickered with confusion.
She’d recognized his silhouette from afar and followed him. The glimpse of his profile when he pushed open the glass door confirmed it—that was Long Aotian.
Back in the room, Long Aotian found Lin Wanning still sprawled on the bed, whining and rolling around, refusing to get up. He smacked her butt in exasperation.
Lin Wanning yelped, clutching her rear as she shot him a wounded look. "You jerk! After I went all out to please you, this is how you repay me?"
The memory of her doing the splits against his shoulders made Long Aotian take a deep breath. "Get dressed and eat something first."
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he noticed the marks he’d left on her thighs and reached out. "Leg."
Lin Wanning obediently lifted her leg onto his palm. "Go ahead. These legs? Guaranteed to keep you entertained for a year without getting bored."
Long Aotian sighed. "Could you at least pretend to be modest?"
"After what we just did? And how much you enjoyed it? Modesty is overrated."
As he wiped away the traces on her legs, he murmured, "Wanning, don’t you think this is irresponsible of me?"
"Not at all." Lin Wanning picked up a bite of food with her chopsticks, carefully shielding it with her hand as she brought it to his lips. "Don’t overthink it, gege. I, Lin Wanning, will never be a burden to you."
"If the person I choose has to keep me hidden forever, I won’t regret it. So don’t dwell on it—what matters is the joy we have now."
She paused, then grinned. "Am I stubborn or what?"
She fed him another bite. "I won’t be your shackle. If that day ever comes, I won’t make things hard for you. You can walk away anytime—I won’t mind."
"But not now. Please not now..."
Her voice held sincerity laced with a hint of pleading.
Hearing this, Long Aotian covered his face with a bitter laugh. "I’m such a scumbag."
The moment Lin Wanning laid her heart bare before him, he knew he’d gained another tether. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he’d started feeling something different for her.
"Gege isn’t a scumbag. I’m the bad one here."
She was willing to shoulder all the blame. Her gege was good—his only flaw was being too soft-hearted.
But that was fine. Wanning would protect him.
"It’s getting late. Let me take you back."
Lin Wanning peeked through the curtains. The nights had grown longer with the cold.
Though it was barely past seven, darkness had already settled in. She nodded. "Okay."
As they cleaned up the aftermath on the bed, she tossed the torn fishnets into the trash. Guess I’ll need to stock up on more of these...
This was the third pair gege had ripped. Did he really enjoy shredding them that much? She didn’t quite get it, but if he liked it, she didn’t mind...
"Brr—it’s freezing out. Guess I’ll need thicker clothes from now on."
She turned to Long Aotian. "Gege, buy me fruit tea?"
"Sure."
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?"
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
