Zhou Yi declined Fei Fei's request to add him on WeChat.
He also refused Wang Yuyan's offer to return the money to him after she got her paycheck.
He had gone there to spend money for enjoyment, just like buying a million-dollar luxury watch—how much he spent or how he spent it didn’t matter.
The next day, when Zhou Yi returned to school, he saw a banner hanging at the entrance.
[Congratulations to Zhou Yi from Visual Communication Class (3) for winning first place in the Mathematical Modeling Competition!]
The banner was impossible to miss, placed right on the path from the school gate to the teaching building, where almost every student would see it on their way to class.
Originally, the banner hadn’t included the words "Visual Communication Class 3," but Liu Wei had insisted on adding them.
Zhou Yi became the golden boy of the school. No matter what competition it was, the department would submit his name. Liu Wei was practically beaming with joy just looking at Zhou Yi.
Thanks to Zhou Yi’s national award, Liu Wei’s year-end bonus was bound to be substantial!
When Zhou Yi entered the classroom, his classmates all came to congratulate him, and he responded politely to each of them.
Zhang Wu, meanwhile, proudly showed Zhou Yi his recent "achievements" in countering online trolls, proving he had been diligently completing his tasks.
Zhou Yi’s first-place win undoubtedly boosted his fanbase even further, leaving those who had doubted him utterly humiliated.
Still, a few bitter critics continued to leave envious comments in his fan community, only to be ruthlessly torn apart by Zhang Wu.
Then, Su Ning sent him a message, asking if he would walk with her in the school’s small grove after class.
This was the first time Su Ning had taken the initiative to invite Zhou Yi.
He remembered that she had mentioned having something to tell him after he returned from the competition.
Could it be... that Su Ning was going to confess her feelings to him?
But that was just his speculation. He checked Su Ning’s "regret value," which had quietly climbed to 85. With a little more effort, it might reach its peak.
For the sake of that regret value, Zhou Yi agreed to her invitation.
When Su Ning saw Zhou Yi’s reply—"Sure"—she let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"He said yes..." she murmured, slightly dazed.
Zhang Lili cheered excitedly. "So, have you figured out what to say to him? What about the letter? Want me to take a look?"
Su Ning’s face flushed as she pulled out the letter she had prepared.
Zhang Lili had a way with words, so her input might help.
But as soon as Su Ning handed it over, Zhang Lili hesitated.
"No, no, this is your confession to Zhou Yi. I shouldn’t read it. The most genuine emotions come from your own words—no amount of eloquence can replace sincerity."
"Alright... but how should I say it? I’m so nervous."
Su Ning had never done anything like this before. In the past, when others confessed to her, she had brushed them off without a second thought. Now, she understood just how much courage it took to lay one’s heart bare.
"Ning Ning, just tell him what you truly feel. Don’t overthink the outcome—whether it’s good or bad, it’s unavoidable."
"Mm. Honestly, I already have a rough idea of what the result will be. But no matter what, I don’t want to miss this chance. At the very least... I want to know I was brave enough to try."
Su Ning’s eyes dimmed slightly as she stared at the envelope in her hands.
In this day and age, handwritten letters were outdated, but she felt it was the most sincere way to express herself.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Since there was only one lecture that morning, everyone quickly dispersed.
Zhou Yi stayed behind, waiting for Su Ning. The girl approached him, her face turned slightly away, too nervous to meet his gaze.
Zhang Lili, standing behind her, frantically signaled for her to stay calm. Su Ning managed a faint smile.
"Should we... go now? Or maybe take a walk around the track field first?"
Su Ning bit her lip, her beautiful eyes filled with unease.
Zhou Yi could tell from her expression that she had something important to say.
He didn’t refuse. "Let’s go. I’ll treat you to bubble tea."
Since he was about to break her heart later, he might as well be nice to her now—the greater the contrast, the deeper the pain.
Especially for someone like Su Ning, a privileged girl who had never faced real setbacks.
If Zhou Yi wanted to make a woman suffer, he could be utterly merciless.
If he had resorted to violence from the start, he would have only earned their hatred, not their regret—nor their affection.
Besides, physically harming someone was the crudest form of revenge.
What he wanted was to break their hearts. What could be more painful than unrequited love? Especially when the man they longed for had once been within their grasp but now treated them with indifference.
When Su Ning heard Zhou Yi offer to buy her bubble tea, her eyes lit up. The usually reserved girl broke into a radiant smile.
"Okay, let’s go."
She was overjoyed.
Before this, she had desperately sought Zhou Yi’s forgiveness, hoping to become his friend. But no matter how hard she tried, nothing had changed.
Zhou Yi remained distant, while her feelings for him only grew stronger.
She knew that if she didn’t speak her heart soon, she might never get another chance—the distance between them was only widening.
As they walked, Su Ning gazed at him with admiration. "Zhou Yi, you’re really amazing."
"You mean the competition?"
"Not just that. I admired you even when you started your company. And your singing... I saw the video of you performing on the trending page. You were... really cool."
"Just singing casually."
Zhou Yi responded indifferently, as if none of it mattered to him.
Su Ning insisted earnestly, "But even your casual singing is better than most professional singers. Seriously, very few people your age have achieved so much."
With every new virtue she discovered in Zhou Yi, her regret deepened.
They left the school gates together, and Zhou Yi spotted a bicycle not far from the entrance.
"I’ll give you a ride, Su Ning."
Her lashes fluttered slightly—this might have been the first time Zhou Yi had ever said her name so gently.
She smiled softly. "Is this a new bike?"
Zhou Yi shook his head. "It’s Zhang Wu’s. I’m just borrowing it. Hop on."
Su Ning was nervous—it was her first time riding a bicycle. But the thought of Zhou Yi being the one pedaling made her heart swell with happiness.
As Zhou Yi cycled ahead, Su Ning tilted her head slightly. The sunlight seemed to envelop him, his hair glowing at the edges. For a moment, it felt like a dream.
"Hold on tight," Zhou Yi reminded her.
A breeze lifted strands of her hair as she wrapped her arms around his waist, her eyes filled with sweetness.
The two on the bicycle looked like a perfectly matched couple. The road was lined with plane trees, the scene as picturesque as a movie frame.
"Zhou Yi."
"Hm?"
"Originally, I wanted to tell you something in a quiet place... but I think I’d rather say it now."
"Go ahead."
"I like you."

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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."

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.