Zhou Yi: ???
Was she disliked just because he scored higher than her?
She glanced at Xie Tingwan’s calm and composed expression and silently thought to herself—seems like this campus goddess cares a lot about her reputation.
And she’s really good at masking her emotions.
After the award ceremony, everyone took a group photo together. Standing side by side, Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan looked like the perfect pair—a talented man and a beautiful woman.
As the event wrapped up, one of the bespectacled teachers announced, "The top ten students, please stay behind."
These would be the members representing the team for the upcoming International Mathematical Modeling Competition in the U.S.
The teacher speaking was surnamed Yang, who would also be their team leader for the competition.
He created a WeChat group to make communication easier.
"The competition is at the end of this month, which gives us less than two weeks to prepare. Make sure you’re ready."
"Oh, and there are three students from S Province, right? Who will be the team leader responsible for coordination?"
Among the top ten, six were from A University—the host school—so Xie Tingwan was the undisputed choice for team leader.
Aside from one student from C Province, the rest were from S Province.
Before Yang Hong could speak, Kong Xiaohe immediately chimed in, "Teacher, let Zhou Yi be the leader. He was our captain before."
Teacher Yang nodded in agreement. "Alright, then Zhou Yi it is. Take down my phone number—I’ll contact you directly if anything comes up."
Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "Sure, teacher."
Yang Hong shot Kong Xiaohe a displeased look. Who knew this guy could be such a bootlicker?
After briefly explaining the schedule, Teacher Yang dismissed everyone.
As they stepped outside, Xie Tingwan called out to Zhou Yi with a warm smile. "Zhou Yi, since you’ve come all the way to A University, why not join us for lunch?"
The other A University students couldn’t help but admire Xie Tingwan’s kindness and generosity, chiming in to support her invitation:
"Yeah, Zhou Yi, we’ll be competing together at the end of the month. Might as well get to know each other."
"Come on, the campus cafeteria isn’t any worse than outside restaurants."
"Or we could go off-campus—there’s a whole street of good food nearby."
Zhou Yi hesitated, glancing at Jiang Cong and the others waiting nearby. "But my friends are expecting to have lunch with me."
Xie Tingwan’s smile didn’t waver. "No problem, they can come too! The more, the merrier."
Yang Hong and Kong Xiaohe’s impression of Xie Tingwan skyrocketed, and they quickly agreed.
Zhou Yi still hesitated. "Let me ask my friends first."
"Of course."
Xie Tingwan followed Zhou Yi over to Jiang Cong’s group.
Upon seeing Zhou Yi, they all congratulated him.
"Congrats, Captain, for taking first place! The president of Huai University must be over the moon."
"Xiaohe did great too, ranking tenth."
No one mentioned Yang Hong, who had placed seventh. Annoyed but powerless, Yang Hong could only stew in silence—these people weren’t even his usual crowd.
"How about we all have lunch together at A University? Consider it a chance to make new friends. Is everyone okay with that?"
They had all noticed Xie Tingwan earlier but hadn’t dared to approach her.
Now that the campus belle was personally inviting them, none of them had the heart to refuse.
Her voice was so gentle that rejecting her felt like it would break her heart.
At their eager agreement, Xie Tingwan’s eyes curved into a soft, enchanting smile.
She led the A University students and Zhou Yi’s group toward the cafeteria, drawing curious glances from passersby along the way.
Many greeted Xie Tingwan—some calling her "senior," others "Wanwan"—proof of her popularity on campus.
As they walked, Xie Tingwan warmly shared the history behind the university’s landmarks and sprinkled in some amusing campus gossip, effortlessly breaking the ice.
Wang Yuyan gazed at her like an adoring fan, eyes practically sparkling.
"Really? Then have you ever met that poet?"
Xie Tingwan chuckled. "No, I only heard about it from a senior. Take it with a grain of salt, Yuyan—it might just be a rumor."
She easily blended in with the group—everyone, that is, except Zhou Yi, who remained quiet.
Noticing this, Xie Tingwan teased lightly, "Your captain doesn’t talk much, huh?"
Zhou Yi finally spoke up. "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."
Xie Tingwan tilted her head curiously. "What about?"
Zhou Yi smiled. "Work matters. I’ve been in A Province for a few days now—not sure how things are going back at the company."
"Xie Tingwan’s affection +1."
So, Zhou Yi mused, Xie Tingwan likes ambitious men?
With a gentle laugh, she patted his shoulder. "Don’t overwork yourself. Company issues can’t be solved overnight. My dad once stressed himself sick over work—it’s not worth it."
Casually, Xie Tingwan revealed that her family owned a business—not to boast, but to pique Zhou Yi’s interest.
Zhou Yi played along. "Is your father also dealing with company troubles?"
"Just a minor hiccup. He treats the company like his life—I can’t talk sense into him." She sighed, her delicate frown tugging at everyone’s heartstrings.
Zhou Yi, a seasoned observer, saw right through her act. He pressed further, asking if something had happened. After some "hesitation," Xie Tingwan reluctantly explained.
Her father had recently invested in a massive real estate project—one where the Xie family alone had poured in over a billion yuan.
But another major project had hit a snag, requiring urgent capital.
"Whoa… a billion? That’s insane!"
"So Senior Xie is an heiress? Wow!"
"I’d love to help, but selling me wouldn’t even make a dent."
Wang Yuyan’s remark made Xie Tingwan laugh. She ruffled her hair affectionately.
"Things are improving slowly. It’s just that my dad’s impatient—it’s not actually a crisis."
On the surface, she was just venting. But between the lines, she conveyed three things:
1. She came from wealth.
2. Her father might need financial help soon.
3. The issue would resolve itself—just not immediately.
Zhou Yi was the only one who could realistically assist—his company, Huanyu, specialized in investments.
Now he had to decide: Was she worth the cost? And was her story even true?
"Senior, what’s your family’s company called? Maybe I can help."
The moment Zhou Yi said this, Xie Tingwan’s affection surged.
"Xie Tingwan’s affection +5."
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)
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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
