Ji Wushuang's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable force.
Li Jing stared at her blankly.
She took in Ji Wushuang's sweat-drenched hair and those steady, unflinching eyes.
Somehow, Li Jing found the strength—she actually stood up.
Ji Wushuang said nothing more.
She simply slowed her pace.
Step by step, she walked alongside Li Jing.
The rest of the platoon streamed past them one by one.
Every soldier cast complicated glances at Ji Wushuang.
At the two disproportionately large packs strapped to her chest and back.
At her slender yet unyielding spine.
The sun dipped below the horizon.
When Ji Wushuang and Li Jing—the last two—finally crossed the finish line,
the entire recruit company fell silent.
All eyes were on her.
The company commander, the political instructor, every squad leader, every recruit.
Ji Wushuang set down the two packs gently.
Two dull thuds echoed.
She neither boasted nor complained.
She simply returned to her formation, standing at rigid attention.
As if she'd done nothing more remarkable than tie her shoes.
After that day, no one dared gossip about her behind her back.
The nickname "Monster" stuck.
But now, it carried a new layer—something called "awe."
...
In Tangzhou, where decades passed without change,
hundreds of thousands lived the same unchanging lives.
Among them was Chen Lei.
His routine marched on without variation:
Class, dismissal, evening self-study.
The factory whistles, the cooking fumes from apartment blocks, his parents' nagging.
He often stood on the balcony, gazing southward.
He didn't know which direction Ji Wushuang's unit was stationed.
But he imagined it must be somewhere far south—
a place without the stench of steel mills or coal dust.
He often remembered too—that moment at the train station when she'd turned and waved.
He wanted to write her a letter.
The thought circled in his mind for ages.
He didn't know what to say.
His life was too ordinary, too dull.
Hers must be so much more exciting.
...And exhausting, right?
He feared his letter might disturb her.
Feared she'd find his words utterly uninteresting.
Then one day,
he came across an article about military life in the school newspaper.
It described the hardships of barracks existence.
How letters from home were a soldier's greatest comfort.
"A letter from home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold."
Chen Lei's heart stirred.
He wasn't family.
But they'd been neighbors. Classmates.
You could even say... childhood friends?
No—they absolutely were childhood friends!
He decided—no, he realized it was his duty—to write that letter.
That night, he took out stationery and pen.
He wrote for hours, filling pages.
Then crossed most of it out.
The final version he mailed contained just a few sparse lines:
"Ji Wushuang:
Hello.
This is Chen Lei.
How are you? Have you adjusted to army life?
Is the training very tough?
How's the food? Are you getting enough to eat?
Tangzhou hasn't changed.
I asked Uncle Ji and Aunt Chen—they told me to remind you:
Autumn's here. It's getting cold. Dress warmly.
Best wishes,
Chen Lei"
A clumsy letter, brimming with adolescent earnestness.
He dropped it into the green mailbox outside the post office.
His heart tangled between hope and anxiety.
One month later.
Mail call at the recruit company—
always the liveliest moment of the week.
The squad leader read names off envelopes.
Each called recruit whooped and ran forward.
Ji Wushuang didn't join the scramble.
She expected no letters.
Her father wasn't the letter-writing type.
If her mother wrote, the page would probably be soaked with tears.
"Ji Wushuang!"
The squad leader's sudden shout froze the room.
Every head turned toward her.
Ji Wushuang blinked in surprise.
She approached and accepted the envelope.
The handwriting was unexpectedly delicate.
Postmarked from Tangzhou.
From Chen Lei.
Back at her bunk, she quietly opened it alone.
Those simple, awkward questions made her lips twitch:
"Is the training very tough?"
"How's the food?"
For the first time since enlisting, she smiled.
Faint as a ripple on water—gone in an instant.
But when she read her parents' message, her eyes glistened.
Ji Wushuang quickly composed herself.
Still, someone in the barracks noticed.
They realized this "Monster" might not be so unapproachable after all.
She could smile. She could cry?
Ji Wushuang felt something long absent—
warmth from her distant hometown.
Care without demands.
After lights out that night,
she took paper and pen.
By moonlight through the window,
she wrote her reply.
Even shorter than his:
"Chen Lei:
Letter received.
Give my regards to Mom and Dad.
Tell them I'm fine.
Training isn't hard. I eat enough.
Study hard.
Ji Wushuang"
The recruit company entered a new phase:
live-fire exercises.
Every recruit's most anticipated—
and most talent-revealing—training.
On the range, gunfire popped continuously.
The air thickened with gunpowder.
Ji Wushuang held a real rifle for the first time—
a Type 81 assault rifle, cold and heavy.
Yet to her, it possessed a lethal elegance.
She didn't tremble with excitement.
Just followed the drill instructor's teachings:
Check the weapon. Chamber a round. Aim.
Her mind was still—so still she heard her own heartbeat.
She remembered childhood days in the factory district,
hitting sparrows with a slingshot.
She'd always been the most accurate.
"Ready—fire!"
At the instructor's command,
Ji Wushuang squeezed the trigger.
BANG!
The recoil slammed her shoulder.
Her body barely swayed.
Beside her, female recruits gasped or winced.
Some even flinched and shut their eyes.
Not Ji Wushuang.
Her gaze never left the sights and target.
First shot: 8 rings.
Decent, but unremarkable.
The instructor called out scores.
Ji Wushuang ignored it.
She adjusted her breathing.
BANG!
Second shot.
BANG!
Third.
...
Five rounds spent, she lowered the rifle expressionlessly.
From downrange, the scorer's voice came—
shaking with disbelief.
"Target five: 8 rings, 9 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings!"
Her last three bullets had all pierced the bullseye.
The range fell silent for a heartbeat.
Every eye fixed on Ji Wushuang.
The male drill instructor strode over.
He examined her target, then her face—
like she was buried treasure.
"Natural talent! Absolute natural talent!" he exclaimed.
"What's your name?"
"Reporting, Instructor! Recruit Ji Wushuang!"
"Ji Wushuang..."
The instructor read out the name.
"What a great name!"
"You—you were born to handle a gun!"
From that day on, Ji Wushuang gained a new nickname.
"The Monster Marksman."
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?"
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)
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
