After finishing her meal, Chen Yusheng returned her tray and then, like a ghost, made a sudden turn. Under Su Bai's curious gaze, she headed for the cafeteria's side door.
"Why take the side door?"
"...Mm." Chen Yusheng let out an inexplicable hum, her shimmering eyes blinking rapidly.
It was simply because walking with Su Bai drew too much attention!
They had already chosen the most secluded spot to eat, yet passing classmates still kept glancing their way, whispering among themselves.
Honestly, Chen Yusheng disliked being the center of attention.
And she wasn’t the type of girl who thought too highly of herself just because she was pretty.
In her worldview, her skills in League of Legends and computer science held far greater value than her looks.
But others didn’t seem to share that perspective.
Of course, if Su Bai happened to appreciate her appearance, Chen Yusheng wouldn’t mind at all. Maybe that was love—women in love always treated their partners differently.
A classic case of double standards.
"Are you shy walking with me, Yusheng?" Su Bai had already figured it out but asked deliberately.
"..." Chen Yusheng stayed silent, keeping her head down as she walked.
The side door was indeed less crowded, mostly used by kitchen staff. The route also happened to be the farthest from the dorms, requiring a long detour to get back.
Chen Yusheng thought it was perfect—she wanted to take the scenic route and spend more time walking with Su Bai.
It made her happy.
Seizing the moment when no one was around, Su Bai naturally took her hand.
There was no "criminal intent," nor any sense of surprise afterward—it felt as natural as breathing.
Chen Yusheng feigned resistance, but Su Bai held on tightly.
Slowly, her small hand and her entire body softened under his grip.
"Let’s book a couple’s booth at the internet café and play all afternoon. Then I’ll treat you to a Japanese buffet for dinner."
"Mm... okay!"
Chen Yusheng let Su Bai clasp her hand, sticking close to his side.
His hand was so big, so warm.
So this was what it felt like to hold a boy’s hand...
The bookish genius pondered thoughtfully.
They stayed hand in hand until they got into the car. Su Bai started his Mercedes GLE and drove Chen Yusheng to their usual internet café.
If you wanted to push boundaries with a girl, it was best to do it in a familiar setting.
People let their guard down in places they knew well.
In the car, Chen Yusheng turned the AC down—way down.
To the point where it got chilly after a while.
By the time they parked at the internet café, her hands were already icy cold, a side effect of her poor circulation.
This way, she could logically slip her hands into Su Bai’s for warmth.
Su Bai: ?
Under Su Bai’s "You’re up to something~" gaze, Chen Yusheng deadpanned:
"Warm my hands up, or I won’t be able to carry you in the game later."
"...Wait, sis, you make it sound like carrying me is some kind of grueling workout!"
"It is!"
Chen Yusheng stomped her foot. "If you don’t want to, forget it."
"No, no, I do. Very much."
Su Bai grinned, tightening his grip to keep her from pulling away.
Chen Yusheng didn’t grin back.
Honestly, her tactics for holding his hand were painfully obvious.
Compared to the other girls Su Bai had met recently, she was nowhere near as smooth.
But that was exactly what made Chen Yusheng’s clumsiness so endearing.
Chuckling, Su Bai rubbed her small hands as they walked into the internet café.
...
The afternoon’s intense gaming session flew by.
Whenever Chen Yusheng’s screen went dark, Su Bai would take her hand, claiming he was "charging her with winning energy."
His serious expression made it hard for her to refuse.
Then he escalated, placing her hand on her own black-stockinged thigh, seizing the chance to admire those unparalleled legs.
Slender and long, with a perfect curve and just the right amount of softness.
Even through the sheer white dress, their beauty was undeniable.
A stark contrast to Zhou Jialu’s plush, "practical" thighs.
Hard to say which was better.
Chen Yusheng shot Su Bai a few warning glares, but he pretended not to notice.
Embarrassed words lingered on her lips, unspoken.
Truthfully, she liked it when Su Bai got handsy with her.
If he had no such intentions and treated her purely as a buddy, she’d be devastated.
But Su Bai was paying her to accompany him, which made their relationship all the more... complicated.
Hmph. Player.
Lost in her tangled thoughts, Chen Yusheng spent the afternoon with Su Bai before he took her to the Japanese buffet.
Compared to their upscale hotpot night, the ¥1,000-per-person price tag no longer shocked her.
Instead, it reinforced one fact:
Lavish spending that ordinary students could only dream of was just another Tuesday for Su Bai.
Oh no. Her mind was conjuring all sorts of indecent scenarios again.
At a street corner after leaving the restaurant, Chen Yusheng suddenly grabbed Su Bai’s shirt, stepping in front of him with a fierce glare.
"Su Bai, you—you have to clarify what we are right now, or... or I won’t let you touch my legs anymore."
"Huh?" Su Bai played dumb. "Did I?"
"Don’t play coy!"
Seeing Chen Yusheng on the verge of tears, Su Bai found bullying her way too fun.
He decided to take it further.
Cupping her face, he kissed her without warning.
Chen Yusheng jolted, struggling wildly.
But her pathetic stamina was no match for Su Bai’s hold.
The strange, electrifying sensation of her first kiss left her breathless.
Time lost meaning.
When they finally parted, Chen Yusheng slumped against Su Bai, boneless.
Noticing her flushed ears, Su Bai blew a teasing breath on them.
Chen Yusheng squeaked, her face reddening further.
So that was her weak spot.
"Su Bai, you—you bully! On WeChat, you seemed so... so..."
"So what?"
"..."
Chen Yusheng bit her lip.
The truth was, Su Bai was her dream man—someone she’d gladly lose herself to, body and soul.
But his attitude, plus his flirting with other girls, drove her up the wall!
"Oh, about our relationship—I think it’s pretty clear."
Su Bai turned serious, only to drop another bombshell.
"We’re... well, I want to keep you. So you’ll never struggle again, and belong only to me."
"K-keep me?!"
"Yep. I heard your mom’s seriously ill, and treatment costs a fortune... Don’t worry, money’s no object. Let me take care of you for the rest of your life."
Su Bai paused, looking into Chen Yusheng's eyes with sincerity as he said, "I like you, but I can't promise to like only you. So, I believe this kind of relationship is the best choice for both of us."

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.

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!

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.”

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!