Long Aotian rode his electric scooter back home.
"I'm back!"
Pushing open the door to the sunroom, he was surprised to find no one inside.
Long Aotian walked in and took out his phone to call the girls.
The ringtone sounded from outside.
Just as Long Aotian was about to follow the sound, the sunroom door swung open. Seeing the three of them standing there, a faint smile curled at the corners of his lips.
The surprise and astonishment in Long Aotian's eyes filled the three girls with an unparalleled sense of satisfaction.
Hu Yuying had changed her hairstyle—it was hard to describe, but it looked stunning, reminiscent of the Pirate Empress's iconic look from a certain anime in his past life.
It was truly eye-catching.
Meanwhile, Li Qingxue had dyed her hair a chestnut brown, with textured waves that, after some styling, gave off a vintage Hong Kong vibe.
It added a touch of mature sensuality to her usually fresh and lively appearance.
"Do I look good?" Hu Yuying asked softly.
Though Long Aotian's amazed expression had already given her the answer, she couldn't help but ask.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."
Li Qingxue turned to Hu Yuying. "See? I told you it looks amazing. You're just not used to the new style yet."
The hime-cut hairstyle was notoriously tricky to pull off—at least Lin Wanning and Li Qingxue couldn't quite manage it.
But on Hu Yuying, it was perfection.
Sometimes, even a small change could leave people utterly dazzled.
"How much did you drink?" Lin Wanning sniffed the air. Today, the scent of alcohol on him wasn't as strong.
"Just a little. I kept your words in mind."
Li Qingxue rolled her eyes. "More like you listened to Sister Yuying."
"Let's eat first," Hu Yuying said with a light laugh.
......
Before they knew it, the new semester had begun.
The night before, Long Aotian bought two more electric scooters.
"I told you, I could've just brought Sister Yuying myself. You really don't trust me, do you?"
At the university gates, Li Qingxue took off her helmet and complained.
"It's not about trust. I'm just used to it," Long Aotian explained with a smile as he took Hu Yuying's helmet.
University T had plenty of free time, and since he had nothing better to do...
"In the afternoon, Qingxue and I will head back on our own. Drive carefully, Long Aotian," Hu Yuying reminded him.
"Got it. I'll go home early and buy groceries for dinner."
Only after Long Aotian's figure disappeared from view did Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue finally step onto campus.
The start of the semester brought a lively buzz to the university.
Hu Yuying's performance at the New Year's Eve gala had skyrocketed her popularity to an all-time high.
Suddenly being the center of attention was overwhelming, even for her.
Li Qingxue, by association, had also gained some fame.
"Yuying, we've gone viral. Check the forum."
Li Qingxue handed her phone to Hu Yuying.
The top two trending posts on University A's forum were about Hu Yuying and Li Qingxue.
[Shocking! The Pure Campus Belle Looks Like a Fairy Goddess...] The attached photo showed Hu Yuying in her Hanfu costume from the gala.
[Heartwarming! Searching for the World's Most Healing Smile—Here’s Mine...] The picture featured Li Qingxue flashing a peace sign, her smile radiant and joyful.
Both posts were blowing up.
Hu Yuying only glanced before closing the forum.
This was so awkward. She didn’t even know these people, yet they were calling her "wifey" in the comments. It felt invasive.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Hu Yuying logged into the forum herself and left a comment under the hottest post: [I have a boyfriend.]
The reply was quickly noticed.
Soon after, another post—[Fairy Goddess Reportedly Taken, Heartbroken Nation Mourns...]—shot into the forum's top ten trending list.
"Isn’t this a bit much?" Li Qingxue was stunned.
These people really had nothing better to do. In just minutes, the comments had already surpassed a hundred.
"It really is excessive." Hu Yuying had only meant to clarify that she was taken, to stop the "wifey" comments.
Instead, she’d accidentally triggered a mass heartbreak epidemic.
......
On the first official day of classes, Long Aotian and his three dorm buddies walked into the lecture hall together.
Huang Fei scanned the room before his gaze settled on Shen Mengjie.
"Later, guys!" With that, he headed straight for the empty seat beside her.
Long Aotian glanced over briefly before looking away.
Today, Shen Mengjie wore a mask, sitting quietly by herself.
......
After that, life seemed to return to normal.
Simple, uneventful—just shuttling between school and home.
Aside from Lin Wanning occasionally attending stage training, nothing particularly noteworthy happened.
Well, except for one thing.
"Achoo!" Long Aotian lay on his bed, utterly miserable, the trash bin beside him overflowing with used tissues.
"Long Aotian, time to take your medicine."
Hearing the voice, Long Aotian suddenly felt something was off.
Noticing his dazed expression, Hu Yuying waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you okay?"
"Probably fine. It’s just a minor cold—no fever, so his brain shouldn’t be fried," Li Qingxue said, holding a glass of water. Despite her words, the concern in her eyes was unmistakable.
"This cough syrup works really well. I’ve used it before, so try a little if your throat hurts," Lin Wanning added. She’d gone to several pharmacies just to find this brand.
Seeing the worry in their eyes, Long Aotian shook his head. What was he even thinking?
At the same time, he couldn’t help but feel useless.
Out of the four of them, the three girls were perfectly fine—only he, the guy, had fallen sick...
He took the medicine from Hu Yuying, accepted the water from Li Qingxue, and downed a capful of Lin Wanning’s cough syrup.
After completing the routine, he flopped back onto the bed, groaning dramatically.
Anyone who’d had a cold knew it wasn’t this bad even at its worst.
But Long Aotian acted like he was on death’s door.
Secretly reveling in their care, he struggled to suppress a smirk, inwardly gloating.
Seeing his suffering, Hu Yuying grew increasingly anxious, wishing she could take the illness upon herself.
But a fleeting glance caught the slight upward curve of Long Aotian’s lips.
Annoyed, she pinched his waist.
"Ow!" Long Aotian yelped, bolting upright—just as Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning were massaging his shoulders.
The sudden movement made both girls eye him suspiciously.
Realizing his mistake, Long Aotian quickly flopped back down, resuming his pitiful groans.
"Faker!"
"You’re the worst!"
"Brother, you’re so annoying..."
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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.
