Honestly, every time Brother System upgrades his looks, it always feels so natural.
His body doesn’t even register any changes, and by the time he snaps out of it, his appearance has already leveled up.
It’s not like those special attributes—every time those get boosted, the side effects are… hard to describe. But then again, it’s not necessarily a bad thing. What man would complain about having too much energy? Luckily, Su Bai has plenty of girls around him, so whenever he needs to release some jutsu, he can always find the right person.
After allocating his points, Su Bai pondered where to have fun tonight.
Tonight, Yusheng would be buried in her studies at Biotech Labs before heading straight back to her dorm to crash. It was her way of maintaining a healthy balance—according to Chen Yusheng, if she went too hard during the day and then stayed up late binge-watching anime with Su Bai, the next day she’d be stuck in bed, completely useless.
With just two days left of break, Chen Yusheng was determined to push herself and not slack off anymore!
After all, she had already finished grinding through that indie game she specifically picked for Su Bai.
Su Bai actually really liked this little quirk of hers—whenever she wanted to be clingy with him, she’d cater to his tastes, finding things he’d obsess over so they could obsess together.
For modern girls, this was pretty rare. How many people could effortlessly tailor their interests to a guy’s preferences? Even among other rich guys, it was common for them and their companions to struggle to connect on a deeper level.
When it came to emotional fulfillment, things often fell short.
Not bad, huh?
As for the rest of the crew at the luxury duplex, the Wan Sisters had gone off for some training—their broadcasting department had organized a trip to observe performances in another city.
Su Bai checked in with Zhou Jialu, who told him, “No need to come back and keep me company tonight. I’ve got a dinner gathering—a former coworker from my part-time job at the 4S store is celebrating her birthday.”
“It’s just us girls, no guys. If you’re worried, junior…”
“Why would I be worried? You’re the most reliable, senior.”
“Hehe, thanks for trusting me~ My heart belongs only to you, junior! I’ll send you a video update when we start and another when we’re done, okay?”
“…Sure, whatever.”
Su Bai couldn’t help but chuckle. The whole “reporting to your partner when going out” thing was usually a punchline in old jokes—but here, the roles were reversed, with the girl reporting to him.
Then again, it made sense. The girls around Su Bai had ridiculously high loyalty—naturally, they’d compete in this area too.
Pretty sweet, honestly.
Right after hanging up, Su Bai saw another dramatic post from the local guy on his feed:
[I took this Thailand trip seriously, but who knew it’d end like this?!]
Accompanied by a photo of sunglasses, a hotel hallway, a bottle of liquor, and Xue Tao’s melancholic 45-degree-angle selfie with shades on.
Su Bai completely lost it. Glancing at the post while waiting at a red light, he burst out laughing in his car.
Is this guy cosplaying as Bin Ge? Hilarious.
Grammar aside, Xue Tao’s face did bear an uncanny resemblance to Lazy Sheep from certain angles…
Judging by Xue Tao’s post and his usual dynamic with his girlfriend, Su Bai couldn’t help but cynically suspect that he’d gotten into another fight with Liu Yuanyuan and been kicked out of their hotel room.
And honestly?
That sounded exactly like something this ridiculous couple would do.
Seriously, why does Liu Yuanyuan love arguing with Xue Tao so much? Just how dissatisfied is she with her boyfriend?
If she looks down on him so much, why stick around and milk all the benefits?
Classic case of a [redacted].
Su Bai’s curiosity was piqued. Might as well crash at the dorm tonight.
It’d been a while since he last lazed around there—kinda missed it.
Plus, he could check in on Chu Mingzhe and his romantic progress with Leilei. The guy had been acting weird lately, spamming multiple posts a day, gradually morphing into a neurotic, long-haired artsy type…
College life, huh?
Just two months ago, when Chu Mingzhe first started school, he was the epitome of an earnest study machine. But after two months at Jiang University, he’d undergone this bizarre transformation, fully embracing his inner weirdo.
Jiang University really is something—it nurtures people in the strangest ways.
The campus felt unusually empty. Most people who’d gone home or traveled wouldn’t return until tomorrow, leaving the place quiet and deserted.
After parking, Su Bai couldn’t be bothered with a bike and just jogged back to the dorm.
Honestly, with his current physique, running from the parking lot to the dorm didn’t even make him break a sweat.
A strong body is the foundation of enjoying life—these upgrades really paid off. He wondered when he’d get his hands on a higher-tier body-enhancing serum to experience what it’s like to surpass human limits…
When he got back, Chu Mingzhe was hunched over his desk, fiddling with a handmade plushie.
“Su Bai! You actually came back today?” Chu Mingzhe looked pleasantly surprised.
“…What do you mean ‘actually’? It’s break—no classes, plenty of free time.”
“Not entirely. The art history elective I took had one session rescheduled to the break.”
“Didn’t the professor get flamed for that?”
“Oh, the class chat was furious. But that stubborn old hag wouldn’t budge. I don’t get it—why do some professors insist on making students miserable?”
Chu Mingzhe was clearly annoyed. Without this class, he could’ve spent the day with Leilei.
The worst part? Not only was it mandatory attendance and scheduled during break—it was also a morning lecture.
After dragging himself there and back, he’d slept until afternoon.
By the time he ate and procrastinated a bit, it was already dark.
Since starting college, Chu Mingzhe had noticed how days just… evaporated.
Like, one minute you’re awake, the next it’s nighttime—and you’ve accomplished nothing.
Baffling.
“Ugh, life’s been so degenerate lately. I haven’t even had time for crafts or my online philosophy studies.”
“You’re doing crafts right now, though.”
Su Bai casually complimented him before leaning in for a closer look. “Is that from that old cartoon we watched as kids? The Powerpuff Girls?”
“No!”
“Oh, wait—Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony?”
“…It’s Kuromi.”
“Eh, close enough.”
Su Bai was sweating internally.
Bro, your craftsmanship is… something else.
Kuromi might be the go-to mascot for edgy girls, but at least the official design is symmetrical. This thing had a crooked neck, a lopsided mouth—looked like Xuan Gou reincarnated as a plushie.
Wait, a purple, smug-faced gremlin… wasn’t that basically Xuan Gou and—
“Su Bai, I know my skills are rough, but this is a labor of love, right? Leilei will treasure it, won’t she? It’s my first time sewing a plushie—my precious first attempt!”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
