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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
