"Go Wanwan!"
Xiao Sisi cheered for her younger sister backstage, her petite face filled with solemn determination.
She looked every bit like a serious little adult!
"Mhm~" Xiao Wanwan nodded in response. Truthfully, she despised being a celebrity, but her sisters were her biggest supporters—her biggest fans. If her youngest sister hadn’t been busy with makeup exams, she would’ve been here too, cheering her on.
Xiao Wanwan hated the feeling of being the center of attention, especially under the lecherous gazes that made her skin crawl.
Suddenly, she shuddered and glanced toward the audience.
A young man with dyed blond hair and black sunglasses seemed to be staring right at her. Even through the shades, she could feel the burning intensity of his gaze—an almost naked, predatory look.
[Ugh, what a disgusting blond loser. Don’t think I don’t know the filthy fantasies running through your head just because you’re hiding behind those glasses.]
Jiang Che: "..."
What the hell? Since when am I a "blond loser"? This bratty little... Just wait till I get my hands on her. If I don’t teach her a lesson, I’ll change my damn surname!
Jiang Che licked his lips as he watched Xiao Wanwan sing and dance on stage.
As the rising star of the new generation, Xiao Wanwan certainly had the talent to back up her fame. With her stunningly cute looks and the backing of her billionaire father, Xiao Chuan, even a modest amount of skill was enough to skyrocket her to stardom.
And who was Xiao Chuan? The richest man in the world. Making a young girl famous in the entertainment industry was child’s play for him.
Not that Xiao Wanwan was lacking—she had genuine talent. Her singing was pleasant, and her energetic dance moves were captivating.
Enough to make most old perverts lose their minds, Jiang Che included!
Of course, right now, Jiang Che was busy plotting how to whisk Xiao Wanwan away.
Dealing with a brat like her wouldn’t be easy. Despite her innocent, doll-like appearance, she was sharp-witted and secretly quite devious.
Just as Jiang Che was contemplating his next move, Xiao Wanwan locked eyes with him from the stage.
A concert needed audience interaction—otherwise, the singer would just be performing alone, and that would be boring.
And now… it was time for that very segment.
"Ahem! Next, I’ll be randomly selecting one lucky audience member to join me on stage for a duet!"
Xiao Wanwan held the microphone in one hand and placed the other on her hip, her bratty nature impossible to hide as it seeped through her every gesture.
The moment she announced this, the crowd erupted in excitement.
People cheered, some even jumping in place as if ready to leap onto the stage.
Even Yu Wan'er raised her hand eagerly, while Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao joined in the commotion.
It was clear—the girls absolutely adored Xiao Wanwan.
Jiang Che, however, just rolled his eyes. "Seriously? This little brat… All I did was look at her. Was that really necessary?"
Having overheard Xiao Wanwan’s inner thoughts, Jiang Che already knew the so-called "lucky winner" would be him.
Sure enough, after dramatically scanning the crowd, Xiao Wanwan’s finger landed squarely on Jiang Che.
"You there—Blondie!"
Her voice was sweet and soft, enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat.
"Blondie"…
In an instant, Jiang Che felt the weight of thousands of murderous glares.
"What the hell? Why would Wanwan pick this guy? And with that ridiculous blond hair?"
"Blond hair, sunglasses, probably smokes and rides a damn scooter too, huh?"
"Oh, so Wanwan likes blond guys? Guess I’m dyeing my hair next."
The crowd buzzed with chatter, but without exception, every pair of eyes directed at Jiang Che was filled with hostility.
To his left, Xiao Chuan’s heart sank.
Damn it. His worst fear had come true!
The old saying was right—inexperienced young girls really were drawn to troublemakers with flashy hair.
[Middle-Aged Billionaire Dad vs. Blonde Scooter Punk]?
Xiao Chuan glared at Jiang Che, wishing he could carve a chunk out of him. How dare this bastard catch Wanwan’s attention?
This kid… must be eliminated.
Jiang Che, meanwhile, stood up, adjusted his sunglasses, and smirked at Xiao Chuan.
This old man’s bloodlust is intense. I haven’t even done anything, and he already wants me dead? What if I actually seduced all three of his daughters and got them pregnant? Would he just spontaneously combust?
A wicked idea took root in Jiang Che’s mind.
...
With casual confidence, Jiang Che strolled onto the stage.
Xiao Wanwan held the microphone, flashing a sweet smile—though beneath that angelic expression lurked a little devil.
She skipped over to Jiang Che, tugging at his sleeve with both hands. "Blondie, you’re so handsome! Will you sing with me?"
[Heh. How dare this loser stare at me like that? Let’s see how he handles being public enemy number one.]
[Not only will the fans hate him, but my dear old dad’s gonna lose it too. Good luck dealing with that, loser!]
Xiao Wanwan’s two-faced act was peak bratty behavior.
And just as she predicted, Jiang Che instantly topped the [Most Wanted] list.
Xiao Chuan was barely holding back his rage.
For a split second, he considered calling his men to ambush this blond punk with a van full of hired muscle after the concert.
Jiang Che chuckled and reached out, ruffling Xiao Wanwan’s hair.
[Ew! Who said you could touch me? Disgusting! Bleh!]
Despite her internal revulsion, Xiao Wanwan maintained her innocent act.
"Blondie, will you sing with me?"
Jiang Che shook his head. "I don’t really know your songs."
The crowd erupted in outrage.
"What the—? You came to her concert without knowing her music? What kind of idiot does that?"
"This guy’s got negative EQ. How has he survived this long without getting beaten to death?"
Nearby, Yu Wan'er puffed her cheeks in annoyance. "Mengyao, this blond guy’s lack of social awareness is just like that jerk Jiang Che."
...
Jiang Che grinned darkly.
Why would a villain like him play along?
He was here to cause chaos!
"Ahem. Actually, I’m a singer too—just a wandering one."
The audience immediately lost it.
Was this guy trying to challenge her?
And seriously—what kind of "wandering singer" could afford front-row VIP tickets?
Those cost tens of thousands!
Clearly, this guy was here to stir trouble.
Jiang Che shrugged. He hadn’t planned on making a scene, but since Xiao Wanwan wanted to humiliate him, he might as well have some fun.
He really was going to sing—but what?
His eyes flicked between Xiao Chuan and Xiao Wanwan.
A devilish idea formed in his mind.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
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?!
