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…
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
