"How about it? I think playing games with Yangyang is pretty fun too," Su Bai said with a smile after their gaming session ended.
Chen Yusheng kicked him in annoyance. "You guys had a great time, but do you know how exhausted I am? Supports aren’t human, and neither are top laners!"
"Am I not human? I think I played decently, actually. For this rank, I’d say I’m pretty bold with my plays!" Su Bai defended himself.
"Bold? More like bold in feeding!"
Chen Yusheng sighed. Su Bai was truly terrible at competitive games—yet he loved playing them anyway.
That said, it was only competitive games that brought out his worst. Single-player games didn’t raise her blood pressure nearly as much.
With that thought, Chen Yusheng quickly shook off the frustration of their failed "smurfing" session and turned her attention to her grand holiday plan:
The Great "Lock Su Bai in a Room and Make Him Game" Operation.
Not literally, of course.
She didn’t have the strength for that. Su Bai was way too muscular—he’d probably overpower her in seconds, snatch the rope, tie her up instead, and then… well, punish her thoroughly.
The core idea was to find an extremely time-consuming game and play through it with Su Bai. If she could get him hooked, he wouldn’t be tempted to go to any comic conventions.
Chen Yusheng knew all too well—Su Bai’s childhood friend and the girls from the anime club were just waiting for their chance. With so many days off during the National Day holiday and multiple conventions happening in Jiangcheng, they were absolutely going to drag him along.
And the worst part? Su Bai was genuinely into anime culture.
For instance, Chen Yusheng was well aware that Su Bai had bookmarked plenty of videos of female streamers in cosplay doing… suggestive dances.
Hmph.
"Big Goose, since we finally have a break and don’t have classes, why don’t we play something immersive?" she suggested.
"Sure, what do you have in mind? Recommend something for me."
Su Bai thought it was a great idea.
He’d always fantasized about finding a girlfriend with similar tastes—someone he could game with, idly playing with her soft thighs while they slowly worked through a story-driven indie game that required real focus…
Wait, why a story-driven indie game specifically?
Because those kinds of games just didn’t work in short bursts. They demanded long, uninterrupted stretches of time.
And if there happened to be a cute girl within arm’s reach to fiddle with during those sessions? Absolute perfection.
To think Yusheng would suggest exactly that.
Su Bai agreed immediately. After browsing through Chen Yusheng’s game library for a while, he settled on one with an absurdly long, pretentious-sounding title—a pixel-art game that had apparently been a masterpiece the year before.
Su Bai had been too busy preparing for college entrance exams back then to play it.
But now?
You’re the chosen one.
Help me coast through this holiday, honestly. Su Bai really didn’t feel like going out in the next few days—holidays meant crowds everywhere.
By midnight, Su Bai was still glued to the game.
His left hand kneaded Yusheng’s black-stockinged thigh, his right gripped the mouse, and he sprawled lazily in his ergonomic chair.
Spicy strips and an ice-cold cola sat on the desk.
When Wan Xinyan came in with a glass of water, she froze at the sight.
"Su Bai, aren’t you going to sleep?"
"Huh? Sleep? It’s still early. No morning classes tomorrow." Su Bai stretched. "This game’s super addictive. I’ll probably stay up till two or three. You and Xinyue go ahead—I can take care of myself."
Such a dutiful little maid.
Not that Su Bai was helpless without one.
But clearly, he’d misunderstood.
Wan Xinyan bit her lip—then suddenly noticed Chen Yusheng staring at her.
Expressionless. Classic deadpan.
But her eyes were anything but neutral.
They held the unmistakable gleam of a victor.
The look of a pampered cat curled in its owner’s arms, gazing down at the other, neglected cats.
For a moment, Wan Xinyan was stunned.
This is ridiculous!
Before joining Su Bai’s household, she’d always thought Chen Yusheng was the aloof, untouchable type. Who knew she’d be like this in private?
Noticing Wan Xinyan’s bewildered expression, Chen Yusheng suddenly flushed and looked away, pretending to focus on Su Bai’s game.
Playing dumb.
"Gulp—" Wan Xinyan swallowed. Hmm. Maybe Yusheng wasn’t as hard to talk to as she’d thought.
Besides, she was only borrowing Su Bai temporarily.
"Su Bai, my sister and I actually prepared a special foot massage service for you. Want to try it? It’ll only take half an hour—you can go back to gaming after."
Her tone was so respectful that Chen Yusheng’s hostility faded a little.
She even gave Su Bai’s abs a few light taps with her toes to signal approval.
So, a short while later—
"Why are there two foot baths?"
Su Bai couldn’t help but voice the obvious question.
"Well, if you spread your legs a bit, my sister and I can each take care of one foot," Wan Xinyan explained.
"Oh… so that’s how it works. Yeah, that’s… not the usual setup."
A random thought struck Su Bai—could you actually book a twin-girl foot massage package at a parlor?
Probably not.
Even if they existed, they wouldn’t compare to the Wan sisters. They were the real deal—fresh, eighteen-year-old beauties.
Who knew how old the ones at the shops were…
Not that Su Bai was thinking of anything indecent!
He was too absorbed in the game’s story for that. Closing his eyes, he dipped his left and right feet into their respective baths.
The warm water, infused with bath salts and herbs, was the perfect temperature. The soothing herbal aroma filled the air, working wonders on his fatigue in the dead of night.
Meanwhile, the Wan sisters had changed into… professional foot-massage attire.
"Wait, where did you even get those outfits?"
Su Bai had been about to doze off, but the sight made his eyes snap open.
The traditional-style short tops exposed a sliver of their fair, delicate midriffs.
Their waists were so slender that, paired with their generous busts, the effect was downright lethal.
The fitted pants weren’t too provocative, but the cut around the hips was just narrow enough to make a man’s imagination run wild…
"Hehe, we visited a few high-end spas in Jiangcheng today, asked around for supplier info, and bought these straight from the manufacturer. Fun, right?"
Wan Xinyan twirled in front of Su Bai, making him momentarily dazed.
Fun? In what universe?
What kind of girl actually enjoyed dressing up as a massage therapist for a guy? Wasn’t this the kind of thing that’d get you roasted on social media?
Only then did Su Bai realize—Wan Xinyan was competing with Yusheng for his attention.
Tch. This little maid had way too many tricks up her sleeve.

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.”

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.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!