"Yuanyuan, did something upset you?"
Liu Yuanyuan was still fuming when she turned her head and saw Jiang Qiuran climbing down from her bed.
Her face wore a concerned expression, but it didn’t come across as intrusive.
It instantly softened Liu Yuanyuan’s mood, and she sighed. "Ah, it’s not that big of a deal… Honestly, I should’ve seen it coming."
"Oh, well, as long as it’s nothing serious. But if you ever need help, just say the word. We’re roommates—we’ve got your back."
"Yeah, thanks."
"By the way, I was thinking of heading to that little shop outside campus to buy some hair ties. If you’re not planning to nap, wanna come with?"
After a brief hesitation, Liu Yuanyuan nodded. "Sure, let’s go!"
She had just finished arguing with Xue Tao and was still seething—no way she could nap now, not a chance.
At a time like this, an invitation to go shopping from her roommate was exactly what she needed.
Plus, she could vent to Jiang Qiuran about it.
Jiang Qiuran was one of the most popular girls on campus—well-liked, reasonable, and definitely someone who’d understand just how ridiculous Xue Tao was being.
In a way, Jiang Qiuran had perfectly gauged Liu Yuanyuan’s state of mind.
Girls often sought validation from their peers, especially from those who were widely admired. The more popular a girl was, the more weight her opinions carried among her friends.
And shopping trips were the perfect setting for heart-to-heart talks between close friends.
Though, to be fair, Jiang Qiuran and Liu Yuanyuan weren’t exactly besties.
This was all just part of Su Bai’s plan.
Jiang Qiuran had no qualms about using a bit of harmless "green tea" tactics—as long as it wasn’t outright malicious, she was fine with it.
Of course, when it came to Su Bai, her attitude was entirely different—she treated him with the sincerity of a devoted servant.
Half an hour later, inside a Miniso store at the off-campus shopping district…
"...Can you believe Xue Tao actually had the nerve to use Su Bai as an example? He said, ‘Look at Su Bai and Chen Yusheng—they’ve only been dating for a short while, but they’re already all over each other. So why can’t you give me a little something too?’ Like, seriously? How is he even comparable to Su Bai?"
"Totally," Jiang Qiuran agreed, nodding along.
But inwardly, she scoffed.
And how are you comparable to Chen Yusheng?
Besides, Su Bai and the top student Chen Yusheng were genuinely in love. What exactly did Liu Yuanyuan think her relationship with Xue Tao was? Did she even have any self-awareness?
Then again, Jiang Qiuran could tell—Liu Yuanyuan was the type who had no sense of her own limits.
Her material desires were huge, but her actual standing wasn’t anything special.
At least she got some juicy gossip out of it.
While Liu Yuanyuan browsed disposable face towels, Jiang Qiuran discreetly relayed the intel to Su Bai.
Smooth, swift, and undetected—like a top-tier spy.
Before wrapping up, she couldn’t resist adding:
[ASUka: MaSter, are You satisfied with this information?]
[CrispyWhiteGoose: Not bad.]
And just like that, Su Bai left her on read.
Cold as ice.
It reminded Jiang Qiuran of the mischievous, aloof Su Bai from their childhood.
Honestly? She was into it.
"So let me get this straight—Xue Tao got caught cheating, but instead of apologizing, he turned it around and accused Liu Yuanyuan of not being ‘devoted enough’? Then when she got mad, he backtracked and promised to buy her an LV bag? …Wait, did Liu Yuanyuan see Zhou Jialu’s bag and decide to use this as an opportunity to demand one for herself?"
Su Bai quickly pieced together the full story behind Liu Yuanyuan and Xue Tao’s fight.
What a mess.
These two were emotionally volatile and constantly scheming against each other.
Exhausting just to watch.
Su Bai would never want a relationship like that.
Sure, a little calculation was human nature—but there had to be limits, and the intent had to be for the other person’s good.
Sadly, most young people nowadays only looked out for themselves in relationships.
That kind of formulaic, transactional dating? No thanks.
As for now, Su Bai was playing on easy mode. With wealth to spare, even the crumbs he dropped were enough to keep girls happy.
Any smart girl would know better than to play mind games with him.
After savoring the drama, Su Bai took a satisfying nap.
When he woke up, he headed to the basketball court to meet up with his classmates for practice.
"Bai, you good? Not too worn out?"
"Huh? Why would I be?"
"Well, you were surrounded by beauties during the break. Just saying, if you’re running low on stamina, give us a heads-up…"
"Piss off. I’m in peak condition—you’ll see once we start playing."
Su Bai laughed as he traded banter with the class’s sports rep.
The rep was on the shorter side but built like a tank.
Rumor had it he’d trained in long-distance running and basketball in high school.
His basketball skills were solid, though not quite at the level of a dedicated athlete.
His long-distance running, however, was scholarship-worthy.
But his grades were good enough that he’d gotten into this top-tier university through regular admissions.
The upcoming sports festival, including inter-class basketball matches, was all under the rep’s coordination.
Campus life was simple like that.
People bonding over shared interests, engaging in fun activities—it was a lot more genuine than the forced social circles adults called "hobby groups."
Then again, most people didn’t have the time or energy for hobbies after entering the workforce.
Even though Su Bai no longer had to worry about money, he still cherished this part of university life.
Today, eight guys from the class basketball team showed up for practice.
Perfect for a 4v4 scrimmage—a chance to assess everyone’s skills and figure out positions and rotations.
Normally, more than ten people would’ve come, but two had last-minute conflicts, and Xue Tao was currently sulking in his dorm after his meltdown…
After a few rounds, the consensus was clear:
Their team had two cores.
One was the sports rep—a reliable point guard with great handles. When he orchestrated the offense, everyone felt at ease.
The other was Su Bai.
Sure, his technique was rough.
But his physicality was downright unfair.
He played aggressively but clean, bulldozing through defenses with pure athleticism.
When Su Bai set a screen, defenders bounced off him like he was a brick wall.
So they slotted him in as center—his job was to dominate the paint and grab every rebound.
At 1.85 meters, he’d be undersized for center in pro ball, but for a casual inter-class tournament? More than enough.
Especially since Su Bai was built like a tank, jumped like a spring, and had the wingspan of a condor.
So while Su Bai might be a short center, he definitely wasn’t a small one.
After a solid session, just as everyone was starting to crave drinks, the Wan Sisters made an appearance.
Armed with a giant bag of beverages.
Just like that one P.E. class where Wan Xinyan had first approached Su Bai.
Except now, Su Bai knew Wan Xinyan very well.
In every sense of the word.
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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?"
