They arrived at the classroom.
When the handsome guy and beautiful girl walked in side by side, nearly every student in the lecture hall turned their heads to look.
Forget just their looks—both Su Bai and Chen Yusheng were tall, making them twice as eye-catching when standing together.
Their outfits followed a similar style too: American prep with a touch of streetwear.
In fact, Chen Yusheng’s clothes were picked by Su Bai, who had taken inspiration from the outfits Zhou Jialu had styled for him. He’d ordered similar pieces from the same trendy boutique and had them delivered.
The result was impressive.
The way Chen Yusheng and Su Bai stood together gave off strong couple vibes.
Even the professor couldn’t help but glance at them a few extra times, nodding approvingly.
Not bad. Kids these days really are getting better nutrition.
They all look like celebrities.
Chen Yusheng kept a cold expression, her social anxiety flaring up.
Luckily, Su Bai had asked Wang Haoran to save them two seats in the back corner.
Wang Haoran had chosen spots separate from the other two roommates.
The local guy and the Shanghai dude had wisely kept their distance.
They’d already guessed Su Bai and Chen Yusheng would spend the whole class glued together.
If they didn’t steer clear, the jealousy would be unbearable.
“So?” Su Bai asked as he sat down, turning to Wang Haoran.
“Huh? So what?”
“Those two—did they cause any drama back in the dorm?”
In Su Bai’s imagination, the afternoon in their dorm must have been quite the spectacle.
The local guy had always prided himself on being the first to get a girlfriend, constantly bragging in front of Su Bai and dropping hints like, “Looks don’t matter—money’s what gets you a girl.”
Now, he’d been completely humiliated.
Not only had Su Bai also gotten a girlfriend, but she was leagues above Xue Tao’s.
Liu Yuanyuan and Chen Yusheng weren’t even in the same category.
For Xue Tao’s ego, it was nothing short of a devastating blow.
Even before getting the system, Su Bai had never cared about Xue Tao’s boasting.
After all, he had zero interest in girls like Liu Yuanyuan.
Now? Su Bai didn’t mind twisting the knife a little.
When it came to his two “legendary” roommates, Su Bai treated them the same way “Arnold trainers” treated Arnold—completely indifferent to their feelings, unaffected by their antics.
Pure entertainment.
That had always been his approach. If someone treated him well, he’d return the kindness.
But for clowns like Xue Tao? Different story.
“You called it,” Wang Haoran said. “Xue Tao was so pissed he couldn’t even nap. Totally wrecked.”
“Was that even a guess?” Su Bai smirked. “Xue Tao spends every day lurking in freshman group chats, digging up who’s dating who, then demanding photos to compare with Liu Yuanyuan…”
“Dead on!” Wang Haoran nodded. “Dude’s insane. What’s the point? If they’re ‘better,’ doesn’t that just make him feel worse?”
“If they’re better, he just claims the photos are edited. ‘Obviously fake.’”
“Hahaha… So he has to win no matter what? Classic Xue Tao logic.”
“Rumor is a few classmates complained to Xia about it, but I guess he thought it wasn’t worth dealing with.”
“Honestly, that’s the right call. If he stepped in, we’d miss out on all the fun.”
Wang Haoran was a troll too, always waiting for the local guy and the Shanghai dude to pull some new stunt.
At the other end of the classroom,
Xue Tao watched as Su Bai sat with his cold, studious girlfriend on his left and his best buddy on his right—the picture of a campus alpha male.
Xue Tao gritted his teeth.
How could this be?!
This should be my life!
I, Xue Tao, should be the center of attention in class, not some small-town upstart like Su Bai who flaunts his newfound wealth.
The thought of Su Bai and Chen Yusheng getting intimate at an off-campus hotel not long ago made Xue Tao tremble with rage.
Damn it! I haven’t even had a taste yet, and this broke-ass outsider gets to enjoy her first?!
This train of thought inevitably led him to Liu Yuanyuan.
Speaking of which, that woman had only ever let him hold her hand—no kisses, not even on the cheek.
Frustrated, Xue Tao pulled out his phone and messaged her.
[Xue ZhiTao: You know Su Bai and Chen Yusheng are dating, right? [eyeroll][eyeroll]]
[Yuanyuan: …]
[Yuanyuan: Of course I know. They even made it official on social media.]
[Yuanyuan: Look how creative Su Bai’s announcement post was. Meanwhile, yours was so cringe~]
[Xue ZhiTao: Mine was classy!]
[Xue ZhiTao: Su Bai’s a joke. Chen Yusheng’s just too naive to see it now.]
[Xue ZhiTao: Once she grows up and sees the real world, she’ll dump him in a heartbeat.]
[Yuanyuan: Oh? So you’re planning to swoop in when she does? [punch][punch]]
[Xue ZhiTao: Haha, Yuanyuan, don’t be ridiculous! You’re the only one for me!]
As he typed, Xue Tao scoffed.
Liu Yuanyuan was acting up again.
Some truths were universally understood but left unspoken.
For instance, a stunning, sophisticated girl like Chen Yusheng?
No matter how many times she broke up, there’d always be guys lining up for her.
That’s just how it worked.
Liu Yuanyuan, on the other hand… well, that was a different story.
But Xue Tao couldn’t say that outright, so every time Liu Yuanyuan spiraled over envy of her gorgeous roommate, he had to coddle her.
Or, as the trendy term went, "provide emotional value."
Normally, he tolerated it—partly for the bragging rights of being "taken," partly because Liu Yuanyuan was at least moderately pretty.
The problem today? Su Bai had already put him in a foul mood.
And now, Liu Yuanyuan’s texts carried a weird undertone.
She almost sounded… jealous that Chen Yusheng was with Su Bai?!
Xue Tao had zero filter. Unable to hold back, he typed:
[Xue ZhiTao: Su Bai’s a pretty mid-tier boyfriend, honestly. Why do you sound so impressed? You’re lucky to be with me—shouldn’t that be what people envy?]
In another lecture hall, Liu Yuanyuan nearly choked on her rage when she read the message.
“Yuanyuan, you okay?”
“Cough… I’m fine…”
“It’s flu season—take care, alright?”
A classmate beside her patted her back.
“Thanks,” Liu Yuanyuan forced a grateful smile.
Then she glanced back at her phone, and her blood pressure spiked again.
Xue Tao, your emotional IQ is truly legendary.
I’m not asking you to be as considerate as a girl, but at least have some basic manners, right?
What kind of line is "I’m lucky to be with you"?!
As if Liu Yuanyuan scored some kind of jackpot.
Is this how a normal person talks to their girlfriend? Unbelievable…
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
