Cao Ting saw the car keys on Zhang Cheng’s desk and immediately lit up with a bright smile. “Young Master Zhang, this must be the key to a Xiaomi car, right?”
“Watch your tone. This is a Xiaomi Su7, the four-wheel-drive, ultra-long-range MaX edition. It’s the top model, worth over three hundred thousand yuan.”
Zhang Cheng leaned back abruptly, his expression full of pride.
“Over three hundred thousand?”
Cao Ting gasped, covering her mouth. Then she glanced at Xu Mu. “Brother Xu, three hundred thousand could cover a down payment on a place in Jiang City, yet Young Master Zhang uses it to buy a car. How can you even compare?”
“Keep it low-key,” Zhang Cheng waved his hand lightly.
“My dad even told me, once I graduate, he’d buy me a sports car,” Zhang Cheng said with a hint of arrogance.
Hearing this, a look of envy spread across Cao Ting’s face. She then grabbed Zhao Yingying’s hand. “Yingying, do you think that’s even comparable?”
“Cao Ting, what do you mean? Why would I compare my boyfriend to anyone else?” Zhao Yingying frowned, clearly displeased. “Shouldn’t we just work hard together for the future?”
“As a teacher, I have to tell you, you’re being way too naive. That guy isn’t worthy of you,” Han Tao said softly with a sigh. “Once you enter society, you’ll realize everything is fake—only money is real. What can he give you?”
“Brother Mu, let’s go,” Zhao Yingying grabbed Xu Mu’s hand and stood up, heading for the exit.
She had originally thought that simply bringing Xu Mu along and letting everyone know she had a boyfriend would end the matter.
But she hadn’t expected these people to belittle Xu Mu from start to finish, which made her very uncomfortable.
She felt there was no point in staying any longer.
“Yingying, let’s not argue. Let’s get the food out—everyone’s starving,” Han Tao said with a smile, giving Zhang Cheng a knowing look.
Zhang Cheng’s expression darkened as he clenched his fists. He had no idea what kind of spell Xu Mu had cast on Zhao Yingying.
Xu Mu pulled Zhao Yingying back gently and said, “Stay and have some food.”
Seeing Xu Mu speak up, Zhao Yingying nodded softly.
When the dishes arrived, the students around them started digging in, paying no attention to the tension between Zhao Yingying and Zhang Cheng.
Although Zhao Yingying came from an ordinary family, this kind of down-to-earth class beauty wasn’t someone they could easily touch.
Han Tao ate while glancing at Xu Mu. “By the way, what are you doing now?”
“I’m still looking for a job,” Xu Mu replied calmly.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the others grew even more disdainful.
Han Tao chuckled, “Why not try working at Zhang Cheng’s family company? With that connection, you’d at least have some support.”
“I wouldn’t want that...” Zhang Cheng started to say, but then caught Han Tao’s look.
He thought it over carefully. That’s right.
If Xu Mu worked at his family company, he’d basically be his employee.
Getting paid by his family would mean Zhang Cheng could easily control him.
“Ahem! The teacher’s right,” Zhang Cheng said lightly.
“Forget it, I want to start my own business. I don’t like working for others,” Xu Mu smiled.
Zhang Cheng snorted coldly. This guy was shameless.
By the middle of the meal,
Cao Ting pulled Zhao Yingying up and headed toward the restroom together.
Xu Mu sat there calmly, eating his meal.
In fact, if he were interested, he could easily use his perception ability to check for any tricks.
But there was no need.
Because when Xu Mu had previously activated his perception, within a two hundred meter radius, he often detected nothing but restrooms, which had long since bored him.
Zhang Cheng wore a sullen expression the entire time, never expecting that after all his painstaking planning, Zhao Yingying would neither give in nor back down.
Just then, a woman hurried over. "Teacher, bad news! Cao Ting and Zhao Yingying have been stopped by someone."
Hearing this, Xu Mu immediately stood up and headed outside.
Zhang Cheng and the others nearby quickly followed close behind.
At the restroom area, Xu Mu saw Cao Ting arguing fiercely with a man in a suit.
Zhao Yingying spotted Xu Mu approaching and called out anxiously, "Brother Mu!"
"What’s going on?" Xu Mu asked as he walked over.
"This guy is disgusting. He asked Tingting how much she charges for company," Zhao Yingying explained.
"Damn! You’re the disgusting one! By the way, how much do you charge? You should be more expensive than this woman, right?" the suited man snapped angrily.
"Shit! You’re asking for trouble! Guys, get him!" Zhang Cheng shouted, seeing the scene.
Looks like his luck wasn’t too bad after all—just in time for the classic hero-rescues-beauty moment.
The men behind Zhang Cheng sprang into action alongside him; punches and kicks flew, and the man in the suit was quickly knocked to the ground.
"Yingying, are you okay?" Zhang Cheng immediately asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Zhao Yingying said quickly, grabbing Cao Ting’s hand. "Tingting, you?"
"I'm alright," Cao Ting replied softly.
"Damn! You guys just wait!" The suited man roared furiously.
"Then I’ll be waiting! Remember this name—Zhang Cheng!" Zhang Cheng sneered coldly.
Cao Ting’s eyes shone with admiration as she said, "Young Master Zhang, you’re so impressive. Thank you for helping us."
Others around them also showered Zhang Cheng with praise.
"Just an average guy," Zhang Cheng said modestly, though secretly basking in the glory and losing himself in the compliments.
Xu Mu and the others returned to their table, having barely exchanged a few words when suddenly about ten tall men in suits walked into their private room.
"Kid, come here. Huang Shao is asking for you," the man in the suit who had been beaten earlier said, clutching his cheek with a dark expression.
Seeing so many people arrive at once, Zhang Cheng’s face changed slightly.
But since he had already put on a show, he was determined to see it through.
"What? You think I’m afraid of you?" Zhang Cheng said calmly. "Brothers, let’s go see what’s up."
"Alright!" The others, encouraged by Zhang Cheng’s confidence, stood up as well, ready to put on a performance in front of their female classmates.
Led by these men, Zhang Cheng and a few classmates took the elevator up to the higher floors.
Exiting the elevator, they arrived at a luxurious private room.
"What’s the matter? Who wants to see me?" Zhang Cheng said coldly as he entered.
When he saw the blond man smoking inside, his face instantly fell.
He trembled slightly as he said, "H-Huang Shao."
The man before him was Huang Hao, a well-known rich second-generation heir in Jiang City.
The family owned three large commercial trade centers in Jiang City, with assets totaling at least 500 million yuan.
In contrast, Zhang Cheng’s family company had total assets of only about ten million.
“Zhang Cheng, you’re really bold, huh? You actually dared to hit one of my men?”
Huang Hao asked calmly, smoking a cigarette.
“Young Master Huang, it’s a misunderstanding. I didn’t know he was one of your men...”
Zhang Cheng began to explain.
“Kneel down.”
Huang Hao cut him off. “Apologize.”
Hearing this, Zhang Cheng’s face turned as pale as paper. If it were just him, he would have knelt immediately. But there were classmates around.
If he knelt now, how would he face anyone in the future?
“Not bad, you’ve got some guts. Break his legs!”
Huang Hao flicked the ash from his cigarette.
A burly man behind him stepped forward, holding a baseball bat.
“W-what are you going to do? I’m calling the police!”
One of the male classmates, terrified by the scene, stammered.
“Go ahead and call. It’s not me who’s hitting you anyway.”
Huang Hao said indifferently. “Breaking legs will get you a few years in jail at most. I’ll give your family 600,000 yuan.”
“Thank you, Young Master Huang.”
The burly man’s eyes grew fierce.
None of these students had ever witnessed a scene like this before.
“Big brother, please don’t hit me. I’ll kneel!”
One of them took the lead, and the others all followed suit, kneeling down, including Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng knew what kind of person Huang Hao was. This was someone he simply could not afford to provoke.
“Zhang Cheng, my men told me there were two beautiful girls just now?” Huang Hao continued.
“Yes...”
Zhang Cheng nodded.
“Go bring those two here.”
Huang Hao said calmly.
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
. 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!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
