Honestly, you have to admit.
Su Bai's suggestion made Liu Chen'ang's eyes light up.
Truth be told, there were many things she had always wanted to do, but perhaps due to not being the sharpest tool in the shed, she couldn’t quite figure out the right way to go about them.
For example, dressing up beautifully and going shopping—Liu Chen'ang’s previous solution was to do it abroad, in places where she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t run into anyone familiar, like flying off to some small European country…
It was a reliable method, just a bit high on the cost side.
The solution Su Bai proposed, however, was far more economical in terms of both money and effort.
A wig, a mask, and suddenly, she couldn’t care less about anyone.
What, you ask about Liu Chen'ang? There’s no Liu Chen'ang here—only Yangyang.
Even if some old geezer walked right up to her, he probably wouldn’t recognize her.
The most amazing part? Su Bai had even prepared colored contacts for her!
"Ugh, Su Bai, you’re just too thoughtful… How come I never thought of such a brilliant idea?"
"Because you’re dumb."
"I’m not dumb! When I was getting my racing license, the coach said I was really smart, learned faster than a lot of professional drivers."
"Then you must be a natural-born driving prodigy."
"Not at all! You’re way better at driving than me—you even said those things in front of my dad…"
Mentioning that, Liu Chen'ang’s expression turned strange, her whole body radiating a kind of dewy, irresistible charm.
Su Bai noticed that when this girl let her true nature out, her femininity was off the charts—like the epitome of womanhood.
And it wasn’t just that—she was genuinely innocent. In this day and age, true innocence was an exceedingly rare quality.
Digging deeper, Su Bai figured it probably had to do with Liu Chen'ang’s unique circumstances growing up, leaving her with very few friends.
She couldn’t blend in with guys, and she struggled to fit in with girls either.
"Go on, change your clothes. Once you’re done, I’ll take you shopping. Just pretend you’re some little influencer I invited out."
"Mm-hmm, okay! I’ll do whatever you say!"
Liu Chen'ang started changing, but as she undressed, she suddenly realized something was off.
At that moment, the tinted windows of the Mercedes GLE blocked out the outside light, creating a little world of their own under Jiangcheng’s early autumn sun.
And in this little world, the girl’s face flushed a delicate peach, her lips glistening like crystal, as if urging Su Bai to hurry up and tease her.
"Let me help you change."
Su Bai reached out, and Liu Chen'ang squirmed shyly—though her resistance was purely performative, just a coy little act that only fueled Su Bai’s enthusiasm.
Ugh, whatever. Since she’d already done that with Su Bai, she might as well let him have his way.
……
After an indescribable interlude…
Liu Chen'ang covered her face, her body still trembling.
Su Bai, meanwhile, flexed his wrist.
Not bad.
With his skills, teasing Yangyang was a piece of cake.
Come to think of it, after a few intimate escapades with Yangyang, Su Bai had started noticing a rather intriguing pattern.
Namely, Yangyang seemed to have a particular fondness for using her mouth…
Sure, Su Bai had explored this aspect with other S-tier goddesses too.
Especially with his senior—paired with her ample assets, it was pure bliss.
But Yangyang? She seemed downright obsessed.
No idea what that was about.
Given Yangyang’s simple-minded, carefree nature, Su Bai decided to just ask outright.
"I’m starting to wonder if you have some kind of weird oral fixation."
"Huh? What fixation…?"
Su Bai whispered something in her ear, and Yangyang froze as if struck by lightning before laughing helplessly. "No way, no way! It’s not like I like that stuff, it’s just… you’re so manly, and it makes me feel really… you know?"
"Ohhh."
Su Bai had an epiphany—so this was how Yangyang deeply embraced her feminine side?
"If that’s the case, I’m more than happy to indulge you!"
With that, Su Bai pressed Yangyang’s head down without waiting for consent.
After a brief moment of shock, Yangyang quickly pleaded, "D-don’t push me! Ugh, if you really want it, I… I’ll do it!"
She shot him a resentful little glance as she spoke.
At the same time, she brushed aside a loose strand of hair from her forehead.
Her hair, though short, was more of a bob—longer than the standard high school girl’s cut.
Some girls did rock this style for its clean, fresh look.
But when Yangyang, usually so repressed, unleashed her innate sensuality…
That casual hair-tucking gesture sent Su Bai’s heart racing.
What happened next was entirely beyond Yangyang’s control…
……
[Ding! Detected S-tier goddess Liu Chen'ang (Yangyang), affection +3. Current affection: 96.]
[Congratulations! You’ve earned 3 bonus draws.]
The whole thing lasted about as long as a class period.
But the pleasure Yangyang experienced dwarfed anything she’d ever felt in any classroom.
Su Bai wiped her down and checked his system.
Draw now? Nah. If he landed another special trait, their shopping plans would go out the window—they’d be stuck in another "class," and dinner would have to be takeout.
Actually, by then, Yangyang might not even have the strength to walk to a restaurant.
Shopping with Yangyang was important, after all.
Su Bai never hesitated to lend a hand to close friends struggling with life’s challenges.
And for Yangyang, her biggest challenge was missing out on quintessential girly experiences.
Soon after, they parked the GLE at the mall.
By the time they stepped out, Liu Chen'ang—no, now Liu Chenyang—was dressed in a boho-chic sundress.
A decorative straw hat perched atop her head.
Fresh and playful.
She wore wedge sandals and carried a designer handbag Su Bai had somehow stashed in the GLE’s trunk.
"So, how do I look?"
Liu Chenyang’s voice, muffled by her mask, remained as crisp and melodious as ever. To Su Bai, her natural tone was downright magical—more captivating than even professionally trained voice actors.
"Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Let me take a picture."
After snapping the shot, Liu Chenyang scurried over, squeezing next to Su Bai to check the photo on his phone.
She froze.
Wait, is that really me?
"Seems you’ve got a thing for the sweet, innocent type… Hmm, same category as Jiang Qiuran."
"Eh? Your childhood friend? Yeah, but she’s so petite. Am I… kinda too big?"
"Too big? 5’7" is perfect. I’m 6’1"—you’re still tiny next to me."
Su Bai patted her head as he spoke.
Yangyang immediately melted into the touch.
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!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
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?!
