Final exams are always a nightmare for college students.
Even at Donghai University, a prestigious institution in Jiangbei, there’s always a bunch of slackers cramming at the last minute, burying their noses in textbooks.
An Yi sprawled lazily in his seat, deliberately flaunting the pair of flip-flops worth a whopping 250 bucks.
"An Yi, why are you wearing flip-flops here?" Qin Shan couldn’t help but comment upon spotting them.
Wearing flip-flops was downright disrespectful to the sacred halls of learning at Donghai University!
This was a place for serious study—how could anyone be so casual?
With that thought, he discreetly pulled his hand back from scratching his foot under the desk and stuffed his bare foot back into his sneakers.
At least wear proper shoes!
An Yi’s eyebrows shot up the moment Qin Shan mentioned his footwear. "Not expensive at all, just 250 bucks. Honestly, I don’t even bother with those ten or fifteen-yuan flip-flops."
Qin Shan grimaced. "Uh, I wasn’t asking about the price… and you didn’t even peel off the tag."
"Oops, my bad," An Yi replied nonchalantly, making the glaring "250" price tag even more conspicuous.
"An Yi, are you even cut out for this? You’ve skipped so many classes the advisor’s got her eye on you. If you flunk this, well… come summer break, I might just be your senior," Liu Dachao teased with a smirk.
Textbook in hand, An Yi’s eyes darted across the highlighted sections. "There’s still an hour before the exam. Plenty of time."
Liu Dachao gave a thumbs-up. "Confident, huh? But Bai Xiu’s on another level—he claims he studied in his dreams."
An Yi glanced at Bai Xiu, who was slumped behind him, dead asleep, and frowned slightly.
Lately, this guy who used to be just another ordinary roommate seemed… different.
After sleeping for days on end, he’d somehow become a hacking prodigy out of nowhere.
According to Liu Dachao and Qin Shan, during that one P.E. class where the campus belle Ye Sisi showed up in white pants, a black casual top, limited-edition Wang Ning sneakers, and a high ponytail to play tennis for half an hour—
Bai Xiu had fallen asleep standing up. The furious P.E. teacher dragged him out and made him run laps and sprint.
Half-asleep, eyes still shut, he shattered the school’s decade-old sprinting record.
Everyone was stunned.
The P.E. teacher even camped outside their dorm for days, begging Bai Xiu to join the track team.
Yeah, something was definitely off about this guy. An Yi made a mental note to investigate later.
The exam papers were handed out.
An Yi skimmed through them.
Hmm. Not exactly a breeze.
But scraping a passing 60%? Doable.
A few quick scribbles later, he was done.
To avoid standing out, he lingered until most of the class had left before lazily shuffling out of the exam hall.
"An Yi! An Yi! The new advisor wants to see you," called a bespectacled, mild-mannered guy who looked every bit the model student.
An Yi gave him a once-over. "Who are you?"
The entire class fell silent.
Liu Dachao discreetly elbowed him. "That’s our class monitor."
An Yi suddenly realized, "Oh, right, the class monitor! No wonder you looked familiar."
The class monitor adjusted his black-framed glasses and said, "Go meet the new counselor. She seems to have something to discuss with you."
"New counselor? Me?"
An Yi frowned slightly.
Could it be about repeating a grade? Sure, he skipped classes often, but he did show up occasionally. This couldn’t be happening!
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao, upon hearing that An Yi was being summoned by the counselor, grew visibly excited.
Liu Dachao, in particular, was as eager as a wolf: "Monitor, did the counselor ask for me too? I’ve been having some personal issues lately and could really use her advice."
The class monitor smirked. "Nope, just An Yi."
"Man, you’re lucky!"
Bai Xiu, yawning as he walked out of the exam hall, patted An Yi’s shoulder.
An Yi grinned. "What’s the big deal? Getting called in by the counselor is like winning the lottery? Is she some kind of beauty?"
"You’ll know once you see her."
After asking around, An Yi arrived at the counselor’s office.
The moment he stepped inside, he froze, his eyes glued to the figure before him, swallowing hard.
Even from behind, the sight was mesmerizing—chestnut-brown hair with slightly curled ends, a professional outfit, bent over as she tended to the office plants.
Her curves were nothing short of alluring: slender waist, legs sheathed in black stockings, and a perfectly rounded silhouette accentuated by her posture.
This devilish figure was practically hypnotic!
"Excuse me, is this Teacher Yan…?"
An Yi asked politely.
The woman in the figure-hugging professional attire slowly turned around.
When he saw her face, An Yi was stunned.
She was undeniably beautiful—flawless porcelain skin, delicate features, and a pair of frameless glasses that added an intellectual charm.
But it wasn’t just her looks that left him speechless.
Qin Yao, Shen Muxuan, Lan Ruoxi—they were all stunning in their own right.
The real shock was… this woman was Yan Zhi!
The same woman from the Law Enforcement Bureau!
"Well, well, An Yi. Long time no see."
Yan Zhi smiled at him, greeting him casually.
"Y-Yan… Chief? What are you doing here?"
An Yi was baffled.
Wasn’t she a law enforcer? Why had she suddenly become his counselor?
"At school, call me Yan Zhi. I’m your counselor now," she said firmly.
An Yi felt his brain short-circuit.
He couldn’t process this.
What was she after?
Why would a high-ranking officer ditch the Law Enforcement Bureau to teach at Donghai University?
"I know you have questions, but you don’t need all the answers."
Yan Zhi brushed it off.
Her presence at Donghai University was part of a mission assigned by higher-ups.
Recently, suspicious financial activities had been popping up across Jiangbei City.
All leads pointed to Donghai University.
To crack the case, Yan Zhi had volunteered to go undercover.
Of course, she also had some secondary tasks.
For instance, keeping an eye on Lin Chen, the elite soldier of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group, as well as the notorious and recently infamous An Yi.
The higher-ups were paying close attention to these two, and dispatching Yan Zhi here was partly to ensure these two ticking time bombs behaved themselves and didn’t stir up trouble on campus.
"Oh, so… Yan—ahem, Professor Yan, what did you need me for?"
An Yi asked with a headache.
This woman—she was the last person he wanted to see! No contest!
"Nothing much. I just wanted to meet you. Thanks to your and Lin Chen’s outstanding performance in capturing the notorious A-rank assassins—Blue Shark, Tiger Cannon, and Wolf Eye—I called you here to personally thank you on behalf of the Law Enforcement Bureau."
Yan Zhi said with a serious yet smiling expression.
An Yi’s lips twitched. Of course, there was no hiding it. He should’ve known better than to run—now he’d missed his chance to meet that billionaire.
"Alright, thanks received. Professor Yan, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now."
An Yi forced a smile, eager to get out of there as soon as possible.
Yan Zhi was about to nod when her gaze flickered to the office doorway, where a refined young man holding a bouquet of flowers stood waiting.
That persistent pest!
Annoyance flashed across Yan Zhi’s face, but she couldn’t just punch him—after all, her current identity was a university professor, not a trigger-happy law enforcer!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
