On the journey back to Jingzhou from Anhe County, Lu Chenyuan sat with his eyes closed, seemingly resting, but his mind was rapidly replaying the original plotline of the novel.
Solving Lu Ruoxi's most pressing survival and academic problems was only the first step.
A far greater threat, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, still had its eyes fixed on her.
Li Jinchuan.
In the original storyline, Li Jinchuan had employed numerous ruthless tactics to completely shatter Lu Ruoxi's psychological defenses, making her harbor deep-seated hatred toward the Lu family so she would willingly become his weapon of revenge.
One of those tactics was eliminating the only light in Lu Ruoxi's life—a quiet classmate who had secretly admired and protected her.
Lu Chenyuan remembered that boy. He came from a poor family, was introverted by nature, and aside from academics, was one of the few people who could actually hold a conversation with Lu Ruoxi.
He would sneak a roasted sweet potato into Lu Ruoxi’s desk drawer in winter. When Zhang Cuilan publicly humiliated her on the street, he would muster the courage to step in.
Even after Lu Ruoxi was admitted to Jingzhou University, this boy pushed himself to the limit to enroll in an ordinary college in the same city—just so he could continue silently watching over her.
Yet, this kind and harmless young man ultimately met his end in a staged "accidental" car crash, orchestrated by Li Jinchuan after he intervened to protect Lu Ruoxi one last time.
His death became yet another weight that crushed Lu Ruoxi, pushing her irrevocably into the abyss of vengeance.
Lu Chenyuan would not allow such a tragedy to repeat itself.
That boy was not just a glimmer of warmth in Lu Ruoxi’s bleak life—he was also a crucial piece Lu Chenyuan could now place on the board.
He needed someone familiar to Lu Ruoxi, someone she wouldn’t instinctively reject, to serve as her first line of defense in the daily life he couldn’t always oversee.
"Lin Yuan," Lu Chenyuan opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unreadable.
"Yes, Mr. Lu." Lin Yuan, who had been driving in silence, responded immediately.
"Look into someone else for me," Lu Chenyuan’s voice was steady and firm.
"Anhe County First High School, Class 1 of the senior year—Ye Ruoxi’s classmates. I want detailed profiles on all the male students: family backgrounds, personality traits, daily habits, and especially… any interactions they’ve had with Ye Ruoxi."
"Any specific criteria for screening?" Lin Yuan asked.
"Poor family background, resilient personality, reliable character. Preferably… with some hidden talent."
Lu Chenyuan’s fingers tapped lightly against his knee, as if sketching the vague outline of a person in his mind.
Though puzzled by his boss’s sudden interest in a few high schoolers from a remote county, Lin Yuan never questioned orders. He simply noted them down with precision.
"Understood. I’ll have the results within three days."
"No, two." Lu Chenyuan corrected. "Time isn’t on our side."
"Got it."
Upon returning to Jingzhou, Lu Chenyuan plunged into work, untangling the intricate web of interests within Lu Corporation.
The original host’s memories were like an extensive database, and he—like a methodical programmer—was meticulously reviewing each line of code, searching for fatal bugs and backdoors left by others.
Two days later, in the afternoon, Lin Yuan placed a freshly encrypted file on Lu Chenyuan’s desk.
"Sir, we’ve identified the person who fits your requirements."
Lu Chenyuan opened the file, and the profile of a boy named Su Yang appeared before him.
In the photo, the lanky teenager wore the same school uniform as Ye Ruoxi. His delicate features carried a quiet determination that belied his age.
Family Background: Single-parent household. Father deceased. Mother bedridden with a chronic illness. Survived on odd jobs and meager government assistance.
Academic Performance: Top of his class, second only to Ye Ruoxi.
Personality: Introverted and soft-spoken, but classmates described him as "dependable" and "always willing to help."
Extracurricular Activities: According to investigators, Su Yang worked part-time at a computer repair shop for two hours after school each day.
Beyond that, he spent nearly all his free time in the library—just like Ye Ruoxi.
Attached were several long-distance surveillance photos. One showed Su Yang draping his jacket over Ye Ruoxi’s shoulders as she slept at her desk.
Another captured him on a rainy day, tilting his umbrella so far toward the girl beside him that his own shoulder was soaked.
These details aligned perfectly with the boy from Lu Chenyuan’s memories.
But what truly caught his attention was the final section of the report.
Special Skills Assessment: Su Yang exhibited remarkable talent in computer science.
The owner of the repair shop claimed that Su Yang could effortlessly solve complex software malfunctions and data recovery issues that even seasoned technicians struggled with.
Further investigation revealed that Su Yang was highly active on a specialized domestic programming forum.
Though his anonymous ID was obscure, several of his posts—particularly on low-level algorithm optimization—and the compact, efficient code of his self-designed mini-programs demonstrated a level of expertise far beyond his age and background.
Conclusion: He was an uncut gem, brimming with untapped potential, limited only by his lack of exposure and resources.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at Lu Chenyuan’s lips.
A genius.
Another genius buried in the dust.
The original novel had treated him as nothing more than a faceless "guardian" to advance the plot, unaware that he was a rare talent in his own right.
"It seems this investment will require additional funding."
Lu Chenyuan closed the file and instructed Lin Yuan,
"Contact him. Say that the ‘Young Talents Support Program’ wishes to discuss a… transaction regarding his future."
"Also, dispatch a team—small, skilled, and discreet. Starting today, they are to provide 24/7 covert protection for Ye Ruoxi and Su Yang."
"Yes, sir!"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

. 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!"

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”