Su Yang took off his school uniform jacket.
He walked over to her, his movements as clumsy as a bear.
Holding his breath, he gently draped the jacket—still warm from his body—over her shoulders.
Having done this, he scurried back to his seat like a guilty thief.
He slumped over his desk, pretending to read.
But his heart pounded wildly, as if trying to leap out of his chest.
His ears burned red, nearly dripping with heat.
When Ye Ruoxi woke, she was enveloped in an unfamiliar warmth.
She shifted slightly and realized there was an extra layer over her—
a boy’s blue-and-white school jacket,
two or three sizes too big for her.
She froze.
Lifting her head, she scanned the nearly empty classroom.
Her gaze landed instantly on the figure sitting not far away.
He wore a thin white shirt, hunched over his desk with his back to her.
It was Su Yang.
It had to be Su Yang.
An uncontrollable ripple stirred in Ye Ruoxi’s heart.
From the moment this sunny boy had entered her life, he’d persistently offered her clumsy kindness and tenderness.
The warmth of his jacket seeped through her thin clothes, sinking into her skin.
So warm it almost made her cry.
But she clenched her teeth, biting down hard on her lip.
No.
Tears were the most useless thing in this world.
If a year ago, Ye Ruoxi had merely sensed goodwill from Su Yang,
now, the girl could feel something else—the faint stirrings of youthful affection.
She couldn’t accept this warmth.
Nor could she accept these budding emotions.
Because she had nothing to give in return.
Her world was a cold, dark island.
She couldn’t let anyone try to build a lighthouse for her.
Because then, in the endless darkness, she might glimpse hope.
And hope was far crueler than despair.
It would make her waver.
Make her linger.
Make her forget her only goal:
Escape.
Swiftly, she removed the jacket and folded it neatly,
as if handling a precious artifact that didn’t belong to her.
The class bell rang.
Su Yang finally lifted his head from his “pretend nap.”
He didn’t dare look at her,
but from the corner of his eye, he noticed his jacket was no longer on her.
His heart sank with a pang of disappointment.
Yet he also thought—of course.
This was just who she was.
By the next break, when Su Yang returned to the classroom,
he found his neatly folded school jacket waiting on his desk.
He picked it up, catching a faint trace of a cool, unfamiliar scent lingering on the fabric.
Without a word, he slipped it back on.
But in his heart, he made a decision.
He would study harder.
Not just for himself.
But to inch closer to that solitary island.
Even if he could only be a silent lighthouse she’d never turn to see.
…
After the jacket incident, Su Yang’s protectiveness grew bolder.
No longer limited to secretly tucking an egg into her desk drawer.
The autumn rain arrived without warning.
By the last class of the afternoon, the sky outside had turned a dull gray.
The moment the dismissal bell rang, fat raindrops began hammering down.
Students groaned, trapped inside the school building.
Ye Ruoxi stood by the corridor window, watching the rain weave into sheets.
She waited.
For the rain to lighten.
Or stop.
She had no umbrella.
And couldn’t justify spending money to buy one from the school store.
Su Yang stepped out of the classroom, his backpack slung over one shoulder.
In his hand was a black, long-handled umbrella, worn with age.
He saw her.
Saw her slender frame standing motionless as she gazed calmly at the storm.
He walked over and stopped beside her.
“The rain’s too heavy,” he said.
Ye Ruoxi didn’t turn. Only gave a soft “Mm.”
Then Su Yang shoved the umbrella into her hands.
“Take it.”
Before she could react, he dashed into the downpour,
like a bird rushing back to its nest.
The rain drenched his hair and shoulders instantly.
He ran so fast his figure blurred into the rain within seconds.
Ye Ruoxi stood frozen, gripping the umbrella still warm from his touch.
She looked down at it.
The handle bore marks of wear—a well-used object.
She stood there a long time.
Only when the hallway had nearly emptied did she finally open the umbrella and step into the rain.
It was a heavy storm.
But the umbrella was large.
Enough to shield her completely,
cutting her off from the world’s relentless downpour.
The next day,
Su Yang’s desk held a neatly folded black umbrella.
As the days grew colder,
Ye Ruoxi’s clothes never thickened.
She wore the same thin, faded middle-school uniform, washed nearly white.
Su Yang watched her hunch slightly at her desk, shoulders trembling from the cold.
Something pricked at his heart.
That afternoon, he didn’t leave school right away.
He waited until the classroom emptied.
Then he walked to Ye Ruoxi’s seat.
This time, he didn’t drape his jacket over her.
Instead, he hung it on the back of her chair.
He then returned his bag to his desk,
creating the illusion that he’d just stepped out briefly.
He slipped into the hallway, hiding around the corner to watch.
Ye Ruoxi returned.
Her eyes landed immediately on the jacket that wasn’t hers.
She paused.
Glanced at Su Yang’s empty seat and the bag placed there.
She understood.
But she didn’t move.
Didn’t touch the jacket.
After a moment, she simply sat down, pulled out a textbook,
and began working on problems,
as if the jacket didn’t exist.
Su Yang’s legs grew stiff from waiting.
He didn’t know whether to go back or stay hidden.
If he returned, she might hand the jacket back immediately.
The evening study bell rang.
He had no choice.
Steeling himself, he walked back in.
He took his seat, pretending nothing had happened.
Ye Ruoxi never turned around.
But halfway through study hall,
from the corner of his eye, Su Yang saw it—
her hand reaching back,
gently lifting the jacket from the chair.
Then, with the lightest touch,
she spread it over her lap.
The motion was so careful,
as if afraid to startle a butterfly resting on a branch.
In that moment, Su Yang’s heart clenched with nervousness—
then swelled with an indescribable joy,
like drinking hot soup on a winter day,
warming him from his stomach straight to his soul.
He ducked his head, unable to suppress a smile.
This unspoken understanding became their secret.
. 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!"
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)
] [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!"
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?"
