At the restroom entrance.
Long Aotian had just stepped out when he spotted Shen Mengjie leaning casually against the wall, idly scrolling through her phone. After a brief hesitation, he smiled and said, "Thanks."
Shen Mengjie shrugged. "You probably know this guy, right?" She pulled up a photo of Ye Liangchen kneeling on the ground, swearing an oath, and showed it to Long Aotian.
The moment he saw Ye Liangchen’s fervent expression in the picture, Long Aotian looked at Shen Mengjie in surprise. "How do you have this photo of him?"
"I saw him at the music academy," Shen Mengjie replied, then glanced at Long Aotian. "At first, he seemed to be looking for someone."
She knew Ye Liangchen was searching for Lin Wanning, but Lin Wanning had ended up entangled with Long Aotian.
Ye Liangchen’s words couldn’t be fully trusted, but she was intensely curious about the true nature of their relationships.
As for her so-called "collaboration" with Ye Liangchen—please. Their goals were entirely different.
To Shen Mengjie, Ye Liangchen and Xue Shaohua were nothing more than stepping stones, tools to help her get closer to this enigmatic man.
He was extraordinary. The more she got near him, the more she sensed his uniqueness.
It was hard to describe, but if she had to put it into words, it was a feeling of security.
A deep, unshakable security—just sitting beside him, neither speaking, as he quietly drank one beer after another.
If she stayed silent, he wouldn’t pry. He simply stayed, a steady presence, as if no matter what she did, he could always pull her back. Wrapped in this wordless reassurance, her heart felt at ease.
When she spoke, he listened attentively, absorbing all her negativity and transforming it.
He told her he didn’t pity her—because the things she’d done didn’t deserve pity.
But he also said that in matters like these, where both parties were willing, if she was at fault, then so were the others.
She deserved criticism, but so did those who approached her despite having girlfriends. That, he called fairness.
Fairness—coming from him, to someone like her.
Watching Long Aotian’s silence, Shen Mengjie spoke again. "He seems to have some grudge against you. And he’s confident—if I had to guess, the person he’s looking for at the music academy is Lin Wanning, right?"
Long Aotian frowned and nodded. He, too, believed Ye Liangchen had come for Wanning. He added, "I beat him up before over some issues."
Shen Mengjie blinked in surprise. In all the time she’d known Long Aotian, his temperament had always been steady.
Even his occasional jokes and teasing were lighthearted. For him to resort to violence—whatever Ye Liangchen had done must have crossed a line Long Aotian couldn’t tolerate.
"You care a lot about Lin Wanning. That kind of concern seems to go beyond just friendship."
The words made Long Aotian glance at her, but he offered no explanation.
Seeing he didn’t want to talk, Shen Mengjie simply smiled.
Her eyes dropped back to the photo of Ye Liangchen kneeling on her phone. "Do you know him?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah. He tried to chase me," Shen Mengjie said bluntly. "Haven’t met someone so blindly arrogant in a while."
The memory of Ye Liangchen stretching his arms toward the moon as if to embrace her made her shudder. No matter how many times she recalled it, she still couldn’t stomach it.
"He tried to chase you?"
Shen Mengjie scowled, flipping her long hair and tugging her zipper down slightly. "What’s that supposed to mean? Am I not pretty enough?"
"No, no!" Long Aotian waved his hands hastily, denying any such implication. He was just surprised.
Maybe after his transmigration, the original plot had truly diverged.
In the original story, characters like Huang Fei and Shen Mengjie hadn’t even existed.
But because of him, they’d become his friends. Now, with Ye Liangchen involved, he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.
He stole a glance at Shen Mengjie and ventured, "You’re not actually interested in Ye Liangchen, are you—?"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengjie cut him off, bristling like a cat robbed of its fish. She pinched his arm hard. "If you want to insult me, just say it outright! Don’t beat around the bush!"
She shot him a glare, her good mood ruined, and stormed off toward the private room.
Long Aotian rubbed his arm, wincing slightly. That hurt...
After the gathering ended, Long Aotian didn’t return to the dorm with Huang Fei and the others.
Instead, he headed to the music academy’s entrance and called Lin Wanning.
Soon, a figure came running out of the academy and leaped into his arms with a delighted squeal.
"Brother! You finally called me! Did Sister Ying agree? I missed you so much!"
The girl in his arms was anything but the aloof goddess others saw—just a clingy, affectionate kitten.
"Ying didn’t say anything. I came to talk to you about something."
At that, Lin Wanning released him, wrapping her coat tighter and turning away. "Then no."
"If Sister Ying didn’t give permission, I won’t do it!"
Long Aotian flicked her forehead lightly. "Do you really see me that way?"
Lin Wanning blinked, confused. It wasn’t entirely her fault—ever since they’d first been intimate, almost every time they met, they ended up making love.
So when she saw him seeking her out, she’d assumed...
Rubbing her forehead, she peered up at him sweetly. "What’s the matter?"
Long Aotian’s expression turned serious. "A friend told me Ye Liangchen was spotted near the music academy recently, looking for someone."
"Be careful these next few days. Don’t wander around alone. If you run into him, avoid conflict—just walk away."
"If he dares come near me, I’ll avenge Qingxue! That bastard is despicable!" Lin Wanning clenched her fists, her voice icy.
When she’d learned how Ye Liangchen had bullied Qingxue, she’d been furious.
But after hearing from her sister that Long Aotian had punched him so hard his ancestors nearly came to collect him, she’d burst out laughing instead...
She looked at Long Aotian again. "Don’t worry about me, Brother. I’m not like Qingxue. She’s known him longer, and she’s too soft-hearted. But if he messes with me, I won’t let him off easy!"
Because of her family circumstances, Lin Wanning had once had no one to rely on. Her cold demeanor had been armor, a way to seem unapproachable.
But now, everything was different. She had her brother, her sister, her closest friends. She would never again fear those who sought to harm her or the people she loved.
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?!
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!
'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.
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?"
