"No—"
Chen Hao's mentality completely collapsed.
"Shuang'er... how could Shuang'er say such things about me?"
"It must be Jiang Che—that damn Jiang Che! I swear I won’t rest until he’s ruined! If it weren’t for Shuang'er’s sake... do you think I’d even bother talking to him?"
But what truly devastated Chen Hao were Shuang'er’s words.
His own little sister—the girl who once looked at him with nothing but admiration—was gone. Completely, from the inside out, dyed in Jiang Che’s colors.
His sweet little cotton-padded jacket had turned into toxic polyester!
After venting for a while, Chen Hao sank into bitter contemplation.
Finally, he let out a long sigh toward the sky. "I’ll have to wait a while before breaking the news to Shuang'er. Jiang Che, you call yourself a man who defies fate? Yet you’re this arrogant?"
There was no other way. No matter how much he cursed Jiang Che, the truth remained—Jiang Che was now his brother-in-law. And he didn’t want to see his little sister become a widow.
He’d have to save the situation through indirect means.
......
Early the next morning.
"Ahahaha! Wake up, you stinky loser! If you don’t get up now, I’ll shove my toes in your mouth!"
Yu Wan'er stood triumphantly at the head of Jiang Che’s bed, her short legs spread wide, hands on her hips. Her petite face, no bigger than a palm, radiated smugness. She was practically itching to stuff her tiny feet into Jiang Che’s mouth.
After all, yesterday’s teamwork with the girls had finally given them a win.
"Yu Wan'er, do you really think just because school’s started, I can’t deal with you?"
Jiang Che opened his eyes, irritation flashing in his gaze. For a split second... he felt like devouring her.
His favorite breakfast? Spicy stir-fried Wan'er with a side of milk-soaked cream puffs.
"Alright, alright, Wan'er, stop messing around," Ye Mengyao played peacemaker.
Yu Wan'er was in high spirits, even dressing up in an adorable floral sundress, her hair tied into twin tails, paired with white stockings. Her fair, slightly chubby cheeks gave her the ultimate lolita appeal—enough to fulfill every lolicon’s wildest fantasy.
Yu Wan'er, Ye Mengyao, Qin Qiaoqiao, Bai Jie, and Shen Yu—all five girls were in the same year as Jiang Che, having aced their exams to enter Z University with sky-high scores.
To call it beastly would be an understatement. Jiang Che had somehow managed to claim all five of Shilan School’s top campus belles.
And now, even at Z University, with their stunning looks, Yu Wan'er, Ye Mengyao, and the others were destined to dominate as the new campus queens.
......
Jiang Che’s prediction was spot-on.
The moment Yu Wan'er and the others stepped onto Z University’s campus, they instantly became the center of attention.
Male students, in particular, couldn’t tear their eyes away.
The school forum exploded.
[Mind-blowing: Four drop-dead gorgeous freshmen just arrived! One of them is a top-tier lolita!]
[Damn... these girls are unreal. And they’re all friends?]
[Boys, I need their names in under a minute.]
[As a lolicon, I’m obsessed with that twin-tailed girl. So cute! She looks so innocent—easy to trick.]
[Personally, I’m into the tall, elegant one. Total goddess vibes.]
[Still, nothing beats that little lolita. My expert instincts say she’s pure as snow. I’d worship her toes. (Creepy grin)]
[Bro, y’all really out here picking and choosing?]
......
Ye Mengyao, as the heiress of the Ye family, carried an air of nobility that was impossible to hide.
After half a year under Jiang Che’s... tutelage, she had advanced from an ordinary girl to the early stages of Hua Jin mastery.
Tall, poised, and graceful—she only showed her girlish side around Jiang Che. To everyone else, she remained the untouchable young mistress.
With a faint smirk, Ye Mengyao glanced at the surrounding students.
Time to make my move.
Without hesitation, she strode to Jiang Che’s side and hooked her arm through his.
Ye Mengyao was sharp. She knew she wasn’t as favored as Yu Wan'er, but she could at least make sure the entire campus knew who held the title of "main wife."
The effect was immediate. Onlookers gaped in shock.
Some students had even prepared love letters—only to have their hearts shattered before their crushes even began.
Ye Mengyao clung to Jiang Che’s arm, her smile radiant, like an iceberg melting under the sun.
Then, rising onto her tiptoes, she planted a kiss on his lips.
The sound of countless hearts breaking echoed in the air.
Yu Wan'er and Qin Qiaoqiao stared, dumbfounded.
[Damn... Mengyao’s playing dirty!] Qin Qiaoqiao, ever the innocent, thought Ye Mengyao was just being affectionate.
But Yu Wan'er saw right through it. A pang of jealousy twisted in her chest.
[Ugh! Why am I even mad at Mengyao? She’s always been so good to me... This is all Jiang Che’s fault! That bastard should just die!]
......
Soon, news of Ye Mengyao’s public kiss spread like wildfire across the forum.
Blurry photos surfaced.
[Heartbroken: Which bastard stole our freshman queen on day one?]
[First time I’ve felt something in years, and I lose this hard? Screw this!]
[Stop dreaming, guys. That girl’s way out of your league. She’s the Ye family heiress from Hangzhou—net worth in the billions. Ultimate rich beauty.]
[Who the hell is that guy anyway? Just because he’s slightly better-looking? What’s his deal?]
[Not to crush your dreams, bro, but that guy’s the current richest man in Hangzhou. Yuanche Pharmaceutical? Yeah, that’s his family’s company—now under him.]
Jiang Che’s identity was laid bare on his very first day.
He wasn’t exactly low-key. His national fame came from acing the college entrance exam with a perfect 750 score, including a legendary essay on "The Teacher’s Discourse."
With a resume like that, topped with his other terrifying achievements, Jiang Che instantly claimed the top spot on Z University’s "Most Despicable Human Alive" ranking.
From alumni to freshmen, everyone fantasized about taking his place.
......
Though enrolled at Z University, Jiang Che obviously wasn’t about to live in a dorm like a common student.
Yu Wan'er? Sure, she was curious about dorm life—but she was Jiang Che’s personal body pillow. No way was he letting her go.
Bai Jie? Forget it. Even if Jiang Che moved into the male dorms, she’d probably scale the walls nightly just to crawl into his bed.
The only one missing was Shen Yu, who had chosen to major in mathematics and joined Z University’s prestigious math program.
"Where are all the protagonists of destiny?"
Jiang Che wandered the campus alone, deeply disappointed.
217 girls asked for his number. 46 guys did the same.
But not a single "chosen one" in sight.
"Ah—"
Life is tough, sighs Young Master Jiang!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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)
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
