"What are you up to, Aotian?"
"I noticed you've either been training or glued to your phone these past two days. Since when did you become a shut-in?"
"Let me see... Oh wow, 'Happy Girl Voice' audition sign-ups. Don’t tell me you’re planning to transition and become a star, hahaha..."
Facing their teasing, Long Aotian rubbed his eyes and stretched. "Cut it out."
Huang Fei sat beside him. "Seriously, what’s this about? You can’t sing, and the event seems to be for girls only."
"Doing it for a silly girl," Long Aotian scratched his head. "She loves music and has an amazing voice, but she lacks courage and support."
Xu Shuai chimed in, "These shows are rigged. There’ve been scandals before..."
Long Aotian smiled. "She’ll be fine."
"So sure?" Li Longlong grinned. "Then help my crush sign up too."
"Yeah, I’m sure. But your crush? Not so much."
"What if she gets eliminated early?" Huang Fei and the others teased, noting the unwavering confidence in Long Aotian’s eyes.
"It doesn’t matter. I’ll support her no matter what."
She had given him everything without hesitation—so he’d be her shield.
Why was this girl so foolish? How could anyone be this naive...
Gathering the prepared materials, Long Aotian slipped on his jacket and left the dorm.
Though it was barely past six, the sky was already pitch black. Walking under the streetlights, he tightened his coat around the bundle in his arms.
He could already picture Lin Wanning’s stunned expression when she saw what he’d brought.
The thought made him quicken his pace.
Arriving at the hotel, he headed straight to the second floor.
Checking the room number Lin Wanning had texted him, he turned the doorknob gently—unlocked, just as expected.
Closing the door behind him, he found the room dark, the only light seeping through the curtains faintly outlining a figure under the covers.
Amused, Long Aotian set his things aside and felt his way to the bed.
Shrugging off his jacket, he slid under the blankets.
"Why are you wearing jeans today?"
"Ah—it hurts!"
The voice froze Long Aotian mid-motion.
Wanning’s voice was distinct—this wasn’t hers.
Outside, Lin Wanning, wrapped in a coat, stepped into the hallway and peered down the stairs. "Weird, why isn’t he here yet?"
She adjusted her coat, about to return to her room and text him, when a startled cry came from a nearby room.
Lin Wanning paused. The voice sounded eerily familiar, but in her haste, she couldn’t place it. Still, she was certain it belonged to someone she knew...
"You jerk!"
The voice rang out again, and Lin Wanning’s eyes widened. "Qingxue?"
Staring at the closed door, she clapped a hand over her mouth. Why was Li Qingxue here? Without another thought, she kicked the door open.
The moment she barged in, her unspoken curses died on her lips.
There, with her clothes halfway down her legs and eyes rimmed red, was Li Qingxue—with a panicked Long Aotian behind her.
Lin Wanning immediately covered her eyes, kicked the door shut, and leaned against the wall. "Oh no..."
Seeing Lin Wanning enter, Li Qingxue bit her lip and hid her face. "Get out!"
"R-right." Long Aotian threw a conflicted glance at Lin Wanning, then moved to leave.
"Don’t move!" Li Qingxue hissed through gritted teeth.
Long Aotian froze. "So... should I stay or go?"
"Long Aotian, you’re dead! I’m telling Hu Yuying what you did—it hurts so much, wuwu..."
Terrified, Long Aotian tried to pull away.
"Stop moving, please! Wuwu..."
Sweating nervously, he stammered, "Why are you in this room? This... this isn’t right!"
Lin Wanning suddenly raised a hand. "My bad. When I arrived, the '6' on this room’s sign was loose. I didn’t think much of it, but I should’ve warned you. You went to Room 6, Aotian. Room 9 is at the end."
The words struck Long Aotian like lightning. Of all the improbable mishaps, he’d stumbled into this one. Staring at Li Qingxue, he knew he was doomed.
"I’m telling Yuying! Just you wait, Long Aotian..."
Lin Wanning rushed forward.
Seeing her approach, Li Qingxue sniffled gratefully, then smacked Long Aotian’s thigh a few times in petty revenge. "Wanning, save me..."
But Lin Wanning only winked playfully and covered Li Qingxue’s mouth. "Hurry, Aotian, or she’ll snitch..."
"Are you insane?" Long Aotian blurted, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
Li Qingxue gaped. "This isn’t how I imagined this going..."
......
To Long Aotian, Li Qingxue had always been like a little sister.
From their first meeting—when he’d mistaken her for a flirt—to resolving the misunderstanding, her innocence and purity had always shone through.
When he’d arrived in the capital, she’d nervously waited at the station to greet him and his little sister, endearing herself with her kindness and loyalty.
At a restaurant, after hearing his roommate romanticize love, she’d naively kissed him, curious about the sensation...
After he and his little sister became a couple, Li Qingxue had cheered them on, even scolding him when he misbehaved.
She was like an angel, spreading joy wherever she went.
Yet now, this mistake had happened.
The stark contrast left Long Aotian unsure how to face her.
Part of him wished this were just a bad dream—one that would reset everything when he woke up.
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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?!
