【Wang Haoran OffiCial: Bro Bai, I’m sweating buckets】
【Crispy White Goose: ?】
【Crispy White Goose: Told you before, you should get out and exercise sometime. Don’t be the guy who’s drenched in sweat just from "rewarding" himself in the dorm.】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: ??】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: What the hell—no, I mean, remember after we parted ways at Tianrong Ancient City? Hu went to a bar with the locals, right? He hit on a girl who’s apparently a hardcore "teardrop" type...】
【Crispy White Goose: How hardcore?】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: Loves Kuromi, Monster Energy, knife modifications...】
【Crispy White Goose: [White Goose_ThumbsUp]】
【Crispy White Goose: Life’s complete.】
【Crispy White Goose: Quick, send Hu some beginner’s guide to "teardrop" culture. With his IQ, he’ll get it.】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: LMAO, if even Meme Encyclopedia says so... Will he really?】
【Crispy White Goose: Well, he uses Sennheiser headphones, so he’s gotta be sharper than those Magotan-driving dudes... right?】
【Wang Haoran OffiCial: [Eternal Taffy_Indeed]】
Wang Haoran put down his phone.
He glanced at Chu Mingzhe.
His eyes filled with pity.
Ah, Bro Bai really values loyalty—still trying to save his roommate from cringe.
A true troll would’ve just watched the train wreck.
So Wang Haoran found an explainer video and tossed it into the dorm group chat.
Then left it at that.
Meanwhile, Su Bai was soaking in the tub of his hillside duplex.
...
And just as Su Bai lounged in the bath, Zhou Jialu arrived.
...
"Isn’t massage the maid’s job?"
"They’re just playing around—zero therapeutic value. Mine’s professional technique."
"Really professional?"
"Mhm!"
Zhou Jialu nodded proudly.
As if those days of butler training hadn’t crammed her head full of absurd skills.
Ridiculous. More practical than spy school.
Su Bai could tell Zhou Jialu was flexing her skills, lowkey spurred by competition with the Wan sisters.
What the girls call "fierce femme rivalry."
Yay, femme-on-femme combat!
It’s simple logic.
Say a guy’s got two girls chasing him—they’ll inevitably one-up each other to prove who can spoil him better.
The man’s role? Smile and enjoy the show.
"You can’t stop me from upgrading, can you?"
...
What nonsense!
This was classic Su Bai—so shameless it looped back to hilarious.
Things often reverse at extremes; his over-the-top audacity made it hard for Zhou Jialu to even dislike him.
Transparently rakish, yet undeniably capable of supporting a whole harem of beauties.
...
The patter of the shower blended with the soft music from the bathroom’s built-in sound system, weaving a cocoon of romantic tranquility.
This luxury was next-level—Zhou Jialu had never imagined bathing could feel this decadent.
Most homes don’t wire surround sound into their bathrooms during renovations.
It takes specialized acoustics, custom layouts.
With audio gear, environmental tuning makes or breaks the experience.
This kind of special renovation is quite expensive.
It goes to show that the specifications of the mountain-water townhouse are truly top-tier.
Su Bai mused that once he picked out a villa, he’d also install premium audio systems in the bathroom.
Speaking of which, with 200 million in cash now at his disposal, he felt that after buying a property in Jiangcheng, his funds would continue to grow—enough to consider investing in luxury real estate in first-tier cities.
Hmm, not just domestically.
Eventually, he’d buy a luxury home in every "first-tier city" around the world.
He wanted to experience different climates, cultures, and landscapes.
Truth be told, Su Bai was genuinely interested in this.
He’d loved studying geography since childhood.
"Hey, junior, why aren’t you paying attention?"
...
The next day.
Early morning.
Su Bai woke up at 6:30 and by 7 a.m., he was already darting around the members-only pool at the Ascott Residence Plaza.
Like a diligent barracuda.
Barracuda is a fish that’s perfect for braising. Mid-swim, Su Bai thought of it and messaged the Ascott’s guest services from the poolside, requesting braised barracuda for breakfast.
They replied promptly, assuring him the Chinese restaurant would prepare it.
Eating braised fish for breakfast might sound odd, but not really.
After all, morning-market fish are always the freshest.
And Su Bai’s appetite was unstoppable.
Freshly killed and braised barracuda, paired with a bowl of hot dry noodles.
Pure satisfaction.
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?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
