Gong Zi gave Lu Youyou a thumbs-up for his coolness.
"You were so cool just now, Youyou. That woman was really annoying."
Gong Zi pouted and complained.
Song Wei teased, "Would you be this mad if she had asked for my WeChat instead?"
Gong Zi's face flushed red. She glanced at Zhou Yi but didn’t deny that she had been acting out of jealousy.
The girl’s captivating eyes swept over Zhou Yi’s handsome face as she took a sip of her drink and said with a smile,
"Wei-ge is surrounded by beauties all the time—what’s one more or less? But our captain isn’t a playboy like you. I’d feel guilty if I brought him to this bar and he got corrupted by those women."
Zhou Yi reminded her, "Your drink’s alcohol content isn’t low. Don’t get drunk."
Gong Zi was clearly delighted by Zhou Yi’s earlier favoritism toward her. Sometimes women were easy to understand—all they wanted was to be treated as special.
She took another happy gulp of her drink and said, "It’s fine. If I get drunk, I still have you, Captain. You’ll take me back to my room, right? Hehe."
The others watched Gong Zi’s unabashed affection for Zhou Yi, each lost in their own thoughts.
Wang Yuyan was actually a little upset because she liked Zhou Yi too.
But unlike Gong Zi, she wasn’t that bold. She also felt that aside from being cute, she didn’t have much else to offer, so she didn’t dare show her feelings in front of Zhou Yi.
She tapped her glass dejectedly, but her ears perked up, eager to hear Zhou Yi’s response.
Zhou Yi and Gong Zi were already in that ambiguous flirting stage, so he naturally played along.
"Go ahead and drink. If it really gets bad, Wei-ge is here—he’ll definitely take good care of you."
Zhou Yi’s reply was clever—it seemed indulgent toward Gong Zi but also brought Song Wei into the picture. Gong Zi instantly felt like she’d been doused with cold water.
Well, that was just Zhou Yi for you. If he liked her that easily, it wouldn’t be any fun.
Gong Zi set down her glass and picked up the electric guitar beside her seat, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Zhou Yi.
"I’m going up to play a song for you—one I picked just for you."
"I’ll listen carefully."
Zhou Yi gave a faint smile, his expression especially charming under the bar’s soft lighting.
Many of the female patrons in the bar were stealing glances at Zhou Yi.
Some recognized him and even took photos, while others were itching to go up and ask for his WeChat.
Before stepping onto the stage, Gong Zi pouted and said coquettishly,
"Captain, promise you won’t add anyone else’s WeChat, okay? Those women all have bad intentions toward you."
"Fine, I won’t add anyone."
Gong Zi immediately beamed. She tossed her hair and confidently carried her electric guitar onto the stage.
Gong Zi looked especially beautiful tonight, and her cool, edgy vibe quickly drew cheers from the audience.
Under the stage lights, her pretty face glowed as she stared straight at Zhou Yi and said,
"This song is dedicated to my captain. I hope you like it."
Song Wei led the applause, then turned to Zhou Yi and asked,
"Have you heard Xiao Zi sing before?"
"No, this is the first time."
"She’s never sung for any guy like this before. You’re the first."
"Then I’m honored."
Zhou Yi raised his glass and clinked it with Song Wei’s before focusing on Gong Zi’s performance.
Gong Zi’s singing voice was completely different from her usual tone—slightly husky, with a smoky quality that was mesmerizing.
[When you whisper, it’s just like in my dreams]
[I’ve been longing for you—do you know?]
[How do I hold you without getting nervous?]
[This song is only for you]
[My love hides in my eyes, like stars falling into the sea—so easy for you to miss]
......
Zhou Yi had to admit, Gong Zi was captivating when she sang.
Her eyes lightly closed, as if lost in her own world, every word of the lyrics pouring out with deep emotion and sweetness.
When she finished, the crowd erupted in applause.
Still on stage, Gong Zi slowly smiled at Zhou Yi and asked, "Captain, do you like it?"
Was she asking if he liked the song—or the person singing it?
Zhou Yi simply replied, "I like it."
Gong Zi didn’t press him to clarify. Overjoyed, she dashed off the stage and, fueled by alcohol, did the first thing that came to mind—she kissed Zhou Yi.
Of course, Zhou Yi didn’t dodge. If he’d wanted to, he could have.
Gong Zi’s kiss sent the atmosphere in the bar into overdrive.
Cheers and whistles filled the air.
Gong Zi’s face flushed, though whether from the alcohol or embarrassment was unclear.
"Xiao Zi, you’re drunk," Song Wei said helplessly.
Zhou Yi glanced down at the guitar in her hands and asked,
"Mind if I go up and sing a couple of songs?"
Gong Zi gasped in delight. "Captain, you can sing?!"
Zhou Yi nodded.
Gong Zi immediately handed him her electric guitar. "Go for it! I’d love to hear how you sound."
Zhou Yi smiled, took the guitar, and stepped onto the stage.
Every woman in the room was curious.
A guy this handsome, who could also sing love songs? How many hearts would he break tonight?
Some who recognized Zhou Yi from trending topics even started live-streaming.
Zhou Yi had previously spent attribute points in the system shop to unlock singing and instrument skills—tonight, he was going to blow everyone away.
The stage lights bathed him like a shower of starlight.
[I watch, my naive self]
[Appearing in stories where I don’t belong]
[Waiting, for my own response]
......
The moment Zhou Yi started singing, his low, magnetic voice filled the room—a slightly rough texture giving it a uniquely lost, wandering quality.
"What song is this? I’ve never heard it before."
"Indie music? It’s really good, though."
"Zhou Yi can sing like this?! Damn, I’m gonna die from how hot he looks right now, wuwuwu."
The audience buzzed, both stunned by Zhou Yi’s talent and scrambling to search for the song’s name.
Just when everyone thought it was a slow ballad, Zhou Yi’s voice suddenly shifted—the climax hit.
Zhou Yi opened his eyes and tilted his head back, his voice soaring as he strummed the guitar with intensity.
The light caught his hair, and the sharp line of his jaw was breathtaking.
[He knows, he knows, I can’t give it]
[So he turns and walks into the mountains]
......
[I hear the voice of that young man]
[In the past where there was still a future]
[Longing for a happy ending]
[But failing to become myself]
[He knows, he knows, I can’t give it]
[So he turns and walks into the mountains]
......
The song started slow, but the sudden explosive climax left the audience wide-eyed.
"Holy sht..."
"That was insanely cool—it’s rock?!"
"What even is this song? How have I never heard something this good before?"
"Bro, I’m a guy, and even I think he’s handsome as hell. Like a sparrow eating a cricket—damn straight he’s fine."
Gong Zi stood frozen, staring at Zhou Yi in a daze.
Not only could Zhou Yi sing—he was amazing at it.
Gong Zi was completely, utterly smitten.
She couldn’t even imagine how many female fans Zhou Yi would have if he ever joined the rock scene.
"‘Shan Hai’ (‘Mountains and Seas’), for all of you," Zhou Yi said with a faint smile as the song ended.
After a brief moment of silence, the room erupted into thunderous applause, with some girls even tossing flowers onto the stage.
Many guests crowded around the platform, waving their phones at Zhou Yi in excitement.
His system notified him that his "likability points" had skyrocketed—likely because someone was livestreaming the performance.
One of the streamers happened to be a minor internet celebrity, and their audience was frantically asking who the singer was, unable to find the song "Shan Hai" (Mountain and Sea) no matter how hard they searched.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Whose song is this? Why can’t we find it, handsome?"
Zhou Yi smirked and replied with effortless cool, "It’s my own song. This is the first time I’ve performed it live."
"No way, you wrote and composed it yourself?"
"Damn, he’s actually a musical genius!"
"Do you have any other songs? Sing another one!"
"Encore!"
"Encore!"
The crowd chanted for more, and Zhou Yi pretended to hesitate before relenting.
"Alright, fine. One more, then."
How would they react if he followed up with "Blue Lotus"?
With just those two songs, Zhou Yi blew up overnight.
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
