Her heart tightened with anxiety, afraid that Zhou Yi would say he was leaving.
The young man stood a head taller than her. Zhou Yi bent slightly, leaning closer with a smile as he asked, "Then does Sister Man hope I stay?"
As they drew near, their breaths intertwined, each able to feel the other's warmth.
For some reason, Zhou Yi's voice carried an unusually magnetic and alluring tone at that moment.
You Man's heartbeat quickened. She couldn't help but blush, murmuring softly, "Of course I hope you stay."
Zhou Yi lowered his eyes with a gentle smile, blowing lightly on You Man's fair hand. "If Sister Man says she wants me to stay, then I'll stay."
You Man looked up at him, her heart suddenly pounding, her face burning. Her breathing grew rapid, as if something was slipping beyond her control.
She didn’t understand what was happening to her. Ever since Xiao Yi had returned today, she’d felt completely off-balance.
Flustered, she pulled her hand from Zhou Yi’s grip and averted her gaze, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Mm, good. Then... then I’ll go get busy. Xiao Yi, you... you should rest for a while."
You Man practically fled from Zhou Yi’s presence, her movements awkward and hurried.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her—why she was suddenly feeling this way about a boy she’d always treated like a younger brother.
Was it because she’d been single for too long? Or had she genuinely started to develop feelings for Zhou Yi?
But she knew a woman her age had no future with someone like him. She couldn’t drag down a promising young man.
No matter how much affection she harbored, she couldn’t voice it—couldn’t let emotions entangle between them.
You Man stepped into the bathroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Despite her delicate features, her heart swelled with insecurity.
A pang of sorrow struck her. If only she were younger—then maybe she wouldn’t feel so unworthy.
Even with her beauty, she still believed she didn’t deserve him.
Zhou Yi was kind, hardworking, reliable, and warm-hearted. The Zhou Yi in You Man’s eyes was entirely different from the one Xia Qiuzhi and the others saw.
She noticed virtues in him that others overlooked.
[You Man’s Affection Points +10. Wealth +. Attribute Points +50.]
Zhou Yi smirked. His efforts were paying off.
You Man didn’t hold back when it came to affection points.
Now, he just needed to make her see him as a man, not a younger brother. Once that barrier broke, her affection would skyrocket.
Women were creatures prone to overthinking. Sometimes, absence made the heart grow fonder.
By staying with You Man past midnight, he squeezed out a few more affection points.
You Man lived upstairs, while Zhou Yi’s place wasn’t far.
At the door, she waved. "Be careful on your way. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow, Sister Man."
On his way home, Zhou Yi checked his status panel again.
Character Attributes:
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: Lv1 (Rookie)]
[Wealth: ¥ (Average)]
[Appearance: 30 (Average)]
[Combat: 30 (Average)]
[Intelligence: 60 (Average)]
[Reputation: 0 (Unknown)]
[Attribute Points: 125]
Mission Progress:
[Xia Qiuzhi’s Regret Points: 0]
[Chu Han’s Regret Points: 0]
[Su Ning’s Regret Points: 0]
[Comeback Progress: 1]
[Affection Points Earned: 25]
[Number of Admirers: 0]
[Achievements Unlocked: None]
[Items/Skills Obtained: None]
[Current Ranking: Not on Leaderboard]
[System Shop Locked (Level Too Low)]
It was time to allocate those points.
Zhou Yi paused by a storefront window, studying his reflection.
Right now, he looked like a scrawny shut-in—long bangs covering his eyes, thick black-framed glasses, and a sickly pale complexion. "Handsome" was the last word anyone would use.
In his past life, Zhou Yi had been moderately attractive at best. His charm came from styling and smooth-talking, skills that made him popular with women.
But with this system? If he maxed out his appearance stats, the possibilities were endless.
Without hesitation, he dumped 50 points into Appearance and the rest into Intelligence.
Zhou Yi wasn’t shallow—but the original host’s grades were bottom-tier, even in a mediocre college. To escape ridicule (and this second-rate school), he needed brains.
Top universities had special admissions channels. Once he leveled up, he’d aim for one.
"System, what exactly does boosting Intelligence do?"
"Photographic memory. Absorb and retain anything at a glance."
"Enhanced comprehension, faster calculations—overall academic improvement."
"At higher levels, you won’t need to study. Insight flows effortlessly."
Zhou Yi nodded. This cheat was too good to waste.
His updated stats:
Appearance: 80 (Noticeably Handsome)
Intelligence: 135 (Brilliant)
077: "Attribute expenditure exceeds 100. Reward: One spin. Choose a skill category."
"Intelligence," Zhou Yi answered instantly.
A virtual wheel appeared in his mind. With a mental nudge, it landed on 3.
"Congratulations! Skill Unlocked: Photographic Memory."
Perfect for academics. Anything he wanted to remember would stick.
Zhou Yi grinned, turning back to the window.
He removed his glasses and swept back his bangs. The reflection stunned him.
"Holy—this system doesn’t mess around!"
His eyes, now larger and sharper, gleamed with intensity. Even his 800-degree myopia was gone.
High cheekbones, a straight nose, and a defined jawline completed the transformation.
Zhou Yi had morphed into the epitome of an aloof heartthrob.
With looks that could rival a celebrity's, he'd be the heartthrob girls would chase after in any school.
Zhou Yi smirked, confident that his appearance would make the girls at school swoon over him.
He couldn't wait to see the reactions of those women who had once looked down on the original host—what would they think when they saw him like this?
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
