"How are you feeling at the company?"
An Yi asked with a light laugh.
He held quite a bit of fondness for this devoted, well-endowed girl.
Back then, he never could have imagined that this girl would be so infatuated with him.
During the struggle for the Hongtian Secret Realm token at the night market, Xue Yuanyuan betrayed her sect without hesitation, placing the token directly into his hand.
Later, when he extended an invitation to her, she seemed to refuse on the surface.
But secretly, she slipped into his company, Yilan Media, becoming a signed artist, hoping to stay by his side and wait silently...
This gave An Yi a strange sense of guilt.
Him, An Yi, what had he done to deserve this!
To have a girl be so devoted to him!
Perhaps this was love, inexplicable and hard to put into words.
"What are you laughing at?"
Xue Yuanyuan, seeing An Yi's silly grin, frowned slightly and asked, puzzled.
An Yi waved his hand. "Oh, it's nothing, nothing..."
Just then, Xue Yuanyuan walked over. She looked at An Yi, lowered her gaze, stood on her tiptoes, and straightened his collar. "What happened just now? Your clothes are all messy."
As she drew near, An Yi seemed to catch a whiff of a milky fragrance...
Although both were an F-cup, Xue Yuanyuan and Lin Mei'er were completely different types.
Lin Mei'er was like a tempting peach, exuding the allure of a mature woman from head to toe.
Xue Yuanyuan was only nineteen this year, her face still holding a touch of youthful innocence. But paired with her impressive proportions, it created a uniquely alluring charm.
It was no accident that she had managed to debut as the center of Yilan Media's girl group in such a short time.
"There."
After straightening An Yi's collar, Xue Yuanyuan took a step back and said with a soft smile, "Go ahead. President Nie is in her office right now... playing a game."
"Alright. Next time we meet, I'll treat you to a meal," An Yi said with a roguish charm.
If not for his handsome face, such an oily smile would have been enough to make anyone gag.
"Hey, you..."
Xue Yuanyuan called out, looking at An Yi's retreating back.
An Yi turned around, puzzled.
"It's nothing," Xue Yuanyuan said again.
Watching An Yi walk further and further away, she seemed to come to terms with something, a serene smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
...
Yilan Media, General Manager's Office.
A scream like a stuck pig echoed through the room.
"P-President Nie! It wasn't my fault, she was willing!"
A pretty-boy actor with a bruised and swollen face trembled in fear.
Thud!
A baseball bat landed on the desk.
With a crack, the entire desk shattered into pieces.
The pretty-boy stared at the broken desk, his face turning deathly pale!
A desk of that material shouldn't break so easily!
"A girl who just graduated high school, naive and unable to tell right from wrong, and you dared to make a move! You Xi, have you grown tired of living?!"
A girl with sleek black ear-length hair, fair skin, and delicate features glared at him fiercely with her clear, large eyes.
The pretty-boy named You Xi turned pale with fear.
Although this girl looked adorable on the surface,
every employee at Yilan Media knew she was the real deal—a genuine little devil!
No one could keep her in check except for Shangguan Qianqian.
Standing beside Nie Qinglan were two women in suits with slender figures.
They appeared delicate, but the rose tattoos on their arms hinted at their considerable strength and status.
Two top experts from the Rose Hall, both at the mid-stage Xujing level!
Throwing the baseball bat aside, Nie Qinglan sat down in her swivel chair, pouting angrily, her beautiful eyes fixed on him in fury.
She hated these scumbags who took advantage of their fans the most!
To think such a guy was actually an artist under her label.
"President Nie, I, I shouldn't have touched them!" You Xi hurriedly bowed his head, apologizing to the capitalist.
"Them?"
A cold glint flashed in Nie Qinglan's eyes.
You bastard! You really know how to play around! One wasn't enough!?
"President Nie, I, I won't dare anymore!"
You Xi felt a chill run down his spine, realizing his mistake. Seeing Nie pick up the baseball bat again, he scrambled backward in terror.
Screams erupted once more!
Nie Qinglan tossed the baseball bat aside, clapped her hands, and gritted her teeth. "I hate two-timing bastards the most!"
After a moment's thought, she added, "Of course, An Yi is an exception."
"Moli, call the Enforcement Bureau," Nie Qinglan said, stretching her slender, well-proportioned waist.
The cool-faced female bodyguard in a suit beside her dialed the authorities' number.
You Xi was stunned. "N-no, President Nie, I, I didn't do anything that serious, y-you can't do this!"
Nie Qinglan said coldly, "Then why are you so nervous?"
"I, I... I was wrong, President Nie. If I really go to the Enforcement Bureau, my life is over."
You Xi, ashen-faced, dropped to his knees and began kowtowing frantically.
"You know what you did. No one can save you now!"
Nie Qinglan waved her hand. Moli understood the gesture and, grabbing You Xi by the collar, dragged him out of the office.
"Does two-timing land you in jail?"
A puzzled voice rang out.
Nie Qinglan said angrily, "He was also using drugs! Two-timing scum, I'll beat up every one I see... An Yi!"
Seeing An Yi appear out of nowhere, Nie Qinglan's eyes instantly lit up.
She rushed over and hugged him like a koala.
"Stinky An Yi, rotten An Yi, you're finally back!"
Nie Qinglan said, trying to sound weepy.
She had wanted to act a bit sadder, but seeing as she couldn't squeeze out any tears, she gave up.
"Alright, get down, you're going to strangle me!"
An Yi reached out and patted her increasingly curvaceous rear, saying helplessly.
This girl... since when did she get so strong!
"Lvzhu, remember to close the door on your way out. Thanks!"
Nie Qinglan winked discreetly at the other female bodyguard.
Lvzhu nodded. "Yes, ma'am!"
An Yi asked curiously, "I heard you were playing a game here earlier."
"Oh, the guy just dragged out was named You Xi (Game)."
Nie Qinglan looked at him with delighted eyes and hurriedly said, "Never mind that. I'm wearing black stockings underneath!"
What?!
An Yi was shocked.
Nie Qinglan undid the button of her jeans and then started to slide down the denim that outlined her enticing curves, ready to show him the stockings.
"Ahem, stop, don't do that. This is the office!"
An Yi coughed lightly and said sternly.
What kind of fashion mix is this!
Wearing black stockings under jeans is like wearing fine clothes at night—what's the point!
Nie Qinglan stuck out her tongue. "Then I'll show you somewhere else next time."
Looking at Nie Qinglan, still as lively as ever, An Yi smiled gently.
Ever since that incident with the Nie family, Nie Qinglan's personality had become much more subdued.
He had always worried this girl might fall into depression.
It seemed now there was no problem.
"An Yi, I have something else to show you."
Nie Qinglan said mysteriously and hurriedly pulled the office curtains shut.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
What was this girl up to?
The sound of a zipper. Nie Qinglan carefully took off her top.
The black undergarment she wore accentuated the fairness, smoothness, and fullness of her skin.
With proper nutrition, this girl had really grown up!
An Yi was a bit dazed, seemingly guessing what was coming next, a flicker of anticipation in his heart.
"Watch closely!"
Nie Qinglan said, then undid something with both hands.
A pair of milky-white, astonishingly large... wings unfurled from her back!
An Yi: "..."
He had never been this dumbfounded in his entire life!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?"
