"Ning Ning, do you know? The forum is buzzing about you and Zhou Yi, and there are even rumors of a love triangle now."
Su Ning let out an indifferent scoff. "These people are just bored, grasping at shadows and making up stories. Let them talk."
Zhang Lili nudged Su Ning's shoulder. "But they're saying Zhou Yi used to be Chu Han's simp, and they’re making it sound convincing."
Su Ning paused her writing and looked up at Zhang Lili.
"So what? Lili, just now, I became certain—Zhou Yi is definitely putting on an act. I’m sure of it. So, in my opinion, whatever happened between him and Chu Han was just for show."
Zhang Lili nodded thoughtfully.
"That makes sense. After all, Zhou Yi just walked back to the classroom with you. If he were really Chu Han’s simp, he would’ve followed her to the cafeteria instead."
While Zhang Lili was still gossiping about Zhou Yi and Chu Han, Zhou Yi himself had already received a friend request from Chu Han.
Zhou Yi accepted it without hesitation.
There were several other unfamiliar friend requests below—some with names he recognized, which he accepted, while the rest were rejected.
That’s just how aloof he was!
A guy like him wouldn’t just let anyone add him on WeChat.
At the same time, Zhou Yi had multiple unread messages on his phone.
[Little Xi: Yi-gege, I saw posts about you on the forum today. I had no idea you were so famous at school!]
[Yixin Loves Candy: Gege, want to grab bubble tea tonight? My treat~]
[Zhi: What’s going on between you and Su Ning, Yi-gege? Everyone’s talking about it. Want to go out and clear your head?]
The rest were just trivial messages from unimportant people. Zhou Yi didn’t bother replying—he was committed to maintaining his cold, untouchable image.
He only responded to Qiao Xi and Xia Qiuzhi.
[Zhou Yi: The forum is full of baseless rumors, Little Xi. Don’t believe any of it.]
[Zhou Yi: No need, Zhi. I wouldn’t want Wang Xuan getting upset if he found out we met.]
Then he opened Wang Yixin’s chat. After a moment’s thought, Zhou Yi didn’t turn her down.
[Sure, wait for me outside the classroom after class.]
He specifically told her to meet him outside the classroom—just to provoke Su Ning a little.
A girl’s jealousy could sometimes be the key to stirring up emotions.
[Yixin Loves Candy: Yay! I’ll wait for you outside your classroom then, gege. Can’t wait, hehe~]
Wang Yixin was a pro at reeling guys in. With someone as indifferent as Zhou Yi, she played the bubbly, cheerful role.
Around others, though, she was the epitome of an untouchable ice queen.
Just as Zhou Yi put his phone away to sleep, Chu Han and Xia Qiuzhi’s chat notifications lit up again.
[Han: When do you have time to talk alone? I don’t think things should end like this between us, Yi-gege.]
[Zhou Yi: You have a boyfriend. Meeting alone isn’t appropriate. Bring him along if you want.]
But would Chu Han dare?
Zhou Yi had just thrown her a dilemma.
Bringing Gao Wenhao to meet Zhou Yi would be like dancing on his grave.
Yet she was desperate to uncover the truth behind Zhou Yi’s sudden change.
Compared to Gao Wenhao’s unpredictable, spoiled-brat temper, she much preferred the old Zhou Yi—the one who used to dote on her endlessly.
[Han: I’ll think about it. Sorry, you know how Wenhao gets jealous easily. I don’t want him targeting you.]
With that, Chu Han shifted all the blame onto Gao Wenhao, as if her past treatment of Zhou Yi had been entirely his fault.
Zhou Yi ignored her, leaving Chu Han feeling hollow.
Who would’ve thought she’d ever be the one staring at her phone, waiting for Zhou Yi’s reply?
Karma’s a real... Ugh, what was she even thinking?
Chu Han quickly shook off those strange thoughts. Right now, the priority was confirming whether Zhou Yi was actually a rich heir.
[Zhi: He won’t get mad. And if he does, that’s his problem. We’ve been friends for years—since when do we need permission to meet?]
Zhou Yi smirked mockingly.
In Xia Qiuzhi’s eyes back then, Wang Xuan was never just "someone else."
But now that she wanted him back, Wang Xuan had suddenly become an outsider.
[Zhou Yi: I’ll see when I’m free. My schedule’s packed for the next few days.]
Translation: You’re at the back of the line, sweetheart.
Xia Qiuzhi’s eyes widened slightly. Was Zhou Yi saying she was less important than others now? That he’d only see her if he felt like it?
She felt a pang of frustration. There was a time she could’ve sworn she was number one in Zhou Yi’s heart—but not anymore.
Zhou Yi wasn’t the same person he used to be. Now, he was the white-shirted campus heartthrob praised by countless girls on the forum.
She’d even seen the posts about three girls crowding around him at lunch.
Her Yi-gege didn’t care about her anymore. For some reason, that realization made Xia Qiuzhi’s chest ache.
Back then, he hadn’t been that important to her either... So why was she suddenly feeling so insecure?
[Xia Qiuzhi’s regret value +10, affection value +10.]
Hearing the system’s notification, Zhou Yi drifted off to sleep in high spirits.
The next morning, with no classes scheduled, Zhou Yi made a call from his dorm balcony before heading straight to Liu Wei’s office.
He wanted to move off-campus—living in the dorms wasn’t conducive to his dating life.
"Applying for off-campus housing?"
"Yes, teacher."
"Have your parents call me."
"Mind if I borrow your phone?"
Liu Wei handed it over, and soon the call connected.
"Hello, is this Teacher Liu?"
A refined woman’s voice came through—the kind that made you picture an elegant noblewoman just from her tone.
Liu Wei instinctively softened his voice. "Ah, yes, hello. You must be Zhou Yi’s mother?"
The woman chuckled. "Yes. Our Xiao Yi has special circumstances, and as parents, we’d like to spend more time with him. We hope you’ll understand."
Liu Wei nodded eagerly. "Of course, of course. No problem."
"We appreciate your patience."
"Not at all, not at all."
After a few more polite exchanges, the call ended.
The woman wasn’t actually Zhou Yi’s mother—just a voice actress he’d hired.
And just like that, Zhou Yi was free from dorm life.
Now, he planned to buy an apartment. With assets totaling eight million, dropping a million on a place wasn’t unreasonable, right?
Before afternoon classes, Zhou Yi browsed property listings with intense focus.
Zhang Wu glanced over and nearly turned green with envy.
This guy was seriously looking at million-dollar properties?
Was Zhou Yi actually loaded?

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.

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”