Ever since returning from the Mid-Autumn Festival trip, Jiang Qiuran had been put on hold by Su Bai.
Being put on hold was the right move—it wasn’t about messing around.
After all, Su Bai had never been particularly interested in Jiang Qiuran to begin with.
Of course, if you asked Su Bai to rate her physique, he’d still give her a thumbs-up.
But that was as far as it went.
When two people had known each other since childhood, the real barrier wasn’t physical attraction—it was the fact that their personalities were too familiar. That layer of mystery between strangers was missing.
Without that filter of unfamiliarity, most couples in the world would instantly find each other unbearable.
True love was a rare thing, after all.
Besides, Jiang Qiuran was the type who’d get carried away with even the slightest bit of attention. If you ignored her, she’d shamelessly cling to you instead.
Lately, she’d been sending Su Bai messages every now and then, trying to start conversations.
All on topics she knew he’d be interested in.
Yet Su Bai’s responses remained cold.
This didn’t deter Jiang Qiuran from continuing to act like Su Bai’s devoted admirer.
Somehow, Su Bai’s aloof demeanor only made him seem even more irresistible to her.
And it wasn’t like he was only cold to her—aside from a select few women who had already earned his approval, Su Bai didn’t bother being polite to most girls.
But today, something happened in the anime club’s group chat that completely shattered Jiang Qiuran’s composure.
That girl, Xiao Xiong, had actually managed to invite Su Bai to join the anime club!
Sure, Su Bai had only agreed to check it out, but Jiang Qiuran knew how lazy he was.
If he wasn’t genuinely interested, he wouldn’t even bother looking into it.
Su Bai wasn’t the type to act without a clear payoff.
How could this happen?
Did Su Bai really see her as less important than Xiao Xiong?
Jiang Qiuran was convinced she was far prettier than that second-year senior.
When she put on makeup, the difference between them was like a celebrity versus some obscure internet influencer.
And without makeup? No contest—Jiang Qiuran’s natural looks were stunning. Back in high school, she’d been the dream girl of countless boys.
Fuming, Jiang Qiuran rolled over on her dorm bed, then sat up.
Leaning against the white-painted wall, she snapped a selfie from a high angle.
The view trailed down along the neckline of her pajamas…
After sending the photo to Su Bai, she typed:
[Qiuran: Bai, I heard you’re joining the anime club? Why didn’t you ask me? I could’ve introduced you too.]
[Su Bai: ?]
[Su Bai: Are you telling me what to do?]
[Su Bai: [Goose_WieldingWhip]]
No idea where Su Bai dug up these absurd stickers.
They were clearly meant to be ridiculous, meme-worthy images.
Yet Jiang Qiuran’s expression shifted the moment she saw them.
Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stay composed. No—she couldn’t revert to her embarrassing behavior from before. She had to push back a little, make Su Bai pay more attention to her.
If Su Bai ended up getting cozy with the girls in the anime club while leaving her, Jiang Qiuran, on the sidelines, wouldn’t that be humiliating?
Jiang Qiuran wanted Su Bai’s attention back.
[Qiuran: Bai, I already apologized, okay? I know I was wrong. I’ll take better care of our relationship, so please stop ignoring me. I… I want to go out with you!]
[Su Bai: No time right now. Hold it in.]
[Su Bai: Don’t worry. If I’m joining the anime club, I’ll definitely bring you along.]
[Qiuran: Really?]
[Su Bai: But I’ll decide how we play. Just wait—it’ll be exactly the kind of thing you like…]
[Qiuran: W-Who said I like that?!]
[Su Bai: Focus on your studies. Stop bothering me for no reason. Oh, and don’t send me those suggestive photos anymore. They’re boring. I’ve seen all you’ve got.]
[Qiuran: You—!]
[Su Bai: Nap time.]
Jiang Qiuran felt uneasy. The way Su Bai phrased it, it almost sounded like he was planning something bad for her…
Gulp.
She swallowed hard.
A bold idea popped into her head.
Pinching the hem of her pajama top with two fingers, she lifted it slightly.
She was wearing a long, girlish nightgown.
…
Hmph!
The point was, the photo turned out incredibly effective.
Even more alluring than the pros who specialized in teasing online.
After some light editing, Jiang Qiuran sent the picture to Su Bai.
[Su Bai: ???]
[Su Bai: Stop acting crazy here.]
[Qiuran: MaSter~ I’m not acting crazy. I just wanted you to see… After being scolded by you earlier, I…]
[Qiuran: Really love the feeling of being controlled by you.]
[Qiuran: As long as I can stay by your side, I’ll do anything.]
Jiang Qiuran’s personality was a little twisted, to say the least.
It wasn’t that she had to choose Su Bai to get the life she wanted.
With her looks, she had other options.
But Jiang Qiuran was the type to overthink things. Forget about her future—just seeing Su Bai thriving while she got none of the benefits made her so frustrated she could bash her head against a wall!
That’s why she’d been so desperate lately, with Su Bai ignoring her.
Meanwhile, in Room 510 of the male dormitory…
Su Bai zoomed in on the photo, enjoying every detail.
Then he fell into thought.
This girl really had a talent for teasing.
Originally, Su Bai had planned to keep her at arm’s length. Given her clingy personality, as long as he kept living his lavish, carefree life, she’d eventually settle down.
But now, it seemed mere compliance wasn’t enough—she needed to be tamed.
Otherwise, she’d keep chirping away like an annoying little bird.
From another angle, Jiang Qiuran had been practicing dance and voice training all to sell herself to some wealthy patron someday.
In that case, why shouldn’t Su Bai be that patron?
After all, any money he sent her would just bounce back to him through his rebate system.
Her constant nagging was getting tiresome anyway—might as well have some fun with her.
And judging by her attitude, she seemed eager to develop this kind of relationship with him.
This is for her own good!
Su Bai’s mind spun with self-justifying logic. Almost unconsciously, he sent Jiang Qiuran a 500-yuan red envelope.
[Su Bai: [HappyFortune]]
[Su Bai: Nice. Love it. Send more.]
Seeing the red packet, Jiang Qiuran bit her lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
How did it come to this…?
What’s happening to my childhood friendship (sob)…?
It was true that Jiang Qiuran wanted benefits from Su Bai, but this situation felt… off.
Somehow, their relationship had twisted into something humiliating—yet it stirred something primal in her, only making her more excited.
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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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
