Wang Yuyan had an exceptionally pure and adorable appearance, with two charming dimples when she smiled and a tiny pointed canine tooth that peeked out. Her crescent-shaped eyes curved sweetly like little moons.
What made her particularly eye-catching today was her casual JK-style sailor outfit, paired with twin ponytails fastened with cute butterfly ribbons. Whenever she tilted her head, her ponytails swayed slightly as she spoke.
Zhou Yi was the first to speak up: "What do you need us to do?"
Wang Yuyan pulled out her Lehuo livestream account to show them.
"I’ve been doing part-time livestreaming to earn money lately. My account is still new, and I need to build up my follower count. Could you all help me out by following? Pretty please? My agency has quotas, and I’m really struggling here."
She pouted slightly and clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture that was hard to resist.
Given her youthful, cute demeanor, no one hesitated to lend her a hand.
At that point, Gong Zi suggested creating a group chat to make communication easier.
They already had a group, but it included provincial leaders and members from another team, which Gong Zi found uncomfortable, so she proposed making a separate one.
Once Gong Zi set up the new group, Wang Yuyan shared her QR code in it.
Her livestream account was called "Bunny Girl," and it only had a few dozen followers since she’d just started. She was still in the early stages of building her audience.
Lu Youyou asked curiously, "How many followers do you need to meet the requirement? Want me to ask my friends to help spread the word?"
Wang Yuyan’s eyes lit up, and she adorably clung to Lu Youyou’s arm.
"Yes, please! Thank you, senior! My manager said I need at least a hundred followers, but all the other new streamers in the group already have hundreds. I’m the slowest one, wuwuwu… Earlier, a big streamer even made fun of me."
Jiang Cong adjusted his glasses. "You streamers have a group too? Sounds like they’re trying to fuel competition."
Wang Yuyan nodded. "Exactly. Everyone has to post their daily earnings in the group. If your numbers are low, it’s super embarrassing, so they all push themselves to stream nonstop. My manager handles dozens of streamers—some even go all night. I can’t compete with them, sigh."
Zhou Yi glanced at her phone screen, where a top streamer was flaunting her earnings of 230,000 yuan for the day while pretending to lament how "low" it was.
The next line was a jab at Wang Yuyan for not working hard enough to even gain followers.
Zhou Yi turned to Wang Yuyan. "When do you usually go live?"
The girl blinked her big, innocent eyes, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looked at him. Her palms grew a little sweaty as she explained shyly,
"I haven’t set a fixed streaming schedule yet. I’ll decide after the competition. For now, I’m just going live randomly to meet the minimum requirements."
Zhou Yi nodded. "Let me know when you start. I’ll drop by to boost your viewer count."
Wang Yuyan gasped in delight. "Wow! Captain, you’re seriously the best! My streamer friends are gonna be so jealous!"
"Oh, and Captain, I have a bestie who’s a huge fan of yours. Could I get an autograph? I want to surprise her when I go back."
Her eyes glistened like those of a naive, helpless fawn, softening anyone’s heart.
A seasoned charmer like Zhou Yi would never refuse a cute, high-value girl like Wang Yuyan. He agreed without hesitation.
Gong Zi, meanwhile, studied Zhou Yi with a raised brow. Her nicotine cravings were acting up, but with some time left before their stop, she had to endure it.
Her gaze lingered on him, though it was unclear what she was thinking.
Zhou Yi naturally noticed her stare. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but instead of looking away, Gong Zi curled her lips into a faint smirk. Her fox-like eyes held a hint of allure.
Soon after, she averted her gaze and opened WeChat to chat in her girls’ group.
[Gong Zi: Ladies, guess what? I’m competing with Zhou Yi this time. Bet I can bag him in three days.]
[Peachy Peachy: Fr? I heard he’s super aloof. Tons of girls are into him—three days might be pushing it.]
[Meng Qianqian: Since when has our Gong Zi ever failed? Go for it! We’ll wait for the good news.]
[Wang Haihai (in the U.S.): Zhou Yi doesn’t seem like the usual type. Don’t play with fire—you might get burned.]
[Gong Zi: It’s just a game. No big deal.]
[Peachy Peachy: Pfft, relax. With Gong Zi’s looks and figure, what man could resist?]
Gong Zi smirked at her friend’s comment. It wasn’t often she took an interest in a man—she couldn’t afford to fail.
She had high standards, and every guy she’d ever set her sights on had fallen for her.
To clarify, "bagging" him didn’t mean sleeping with him.
She didn’t date men, nor did she sleep with them. She just enjoyed toying with their emotions.
Gong Zi was a bit of a heartbreaker. Once she’d seduced a guy into falling for her, she’d cut ties cleanly—no chance of intimacy, leaving them frustrated and longing.
This little game of love was one she’d played many times, leaving a trail of lovesick men in her wake before moving on to her next target.
A man like Zhou Yi would catch any woman’s eye. She simply had to take on the challenge.
When they arrived at their stop, Zhou Yi offered to help with the luggage. Gong Zi rested a hand on his shoulder and grinned.
"Captain, mind helping me first? I’ve got a lot. Jiang Cong can handle the seniors’ bags."
Zhou Yi inwardly scoffed.
This girl was clearly trying to flirt.
"Why not ask Zhang Wei? He can carry multiple bags at once."
"I’d rather have your help, Captain. Please?"
"Fine, I’ll do it."
Gong Zi’s type of beauty was rare, and Zhou Yi found it intriguing.
As Zhou Yi reached for her suitcase, Gong Zi’s hand slid over the handle—directly covering his.
Zhou Yi lifted his gaze to meet hers. She flashed a bewitching smile, her eyes crinkling as she murmured, "My luggage is pretty heavy. Let’s carry it together."
Zhou Yi chuckled softly, and the two of them lifted the suitcase off the train.
Their hotel was near A University, with individual rooms for each.
When assigning rooms, Gong Zi specifically requested one next to Zhou Yi’s.
Unnoticed by the others, the balconies of their rooms were connected.
Exhausted from the journey, they arrived in A Province late at night. With the competition two days away, they agreed to spend the next day exploring the city.
After a shower, Zhou Yi was about to sleep when his phone lit up on the bed.
A message from Gong Zi:
[Gong Zi: Captain, I need another favor. Can you help?]
[Zhou Yi: What is it?]
[Gong Zi: Meet me on the balcony.]
Zhou Yi towel-dried his hair and glanced outside. A strikingly alluring figure stood on the balcony—Gong Zi.
He tossed his phone aside and slid open the glass door.
Gong Zi turned, leaning against the railing with a smile. "Good evening, Captain."
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."
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
