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?
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.”
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
