Chen Shuo really couldn't figure out why Su Xiyan was so angry. He did everything according to what she said, didn't he? A woman's heart is as deep as the sea, it's true!
Chen Shuo leaned against the door of the changing room, playing on his phone, waiting for Su Xiyan to change her clothes and come out, then the two of them would go home together.
He was engrossed in his game when suddenly he felt empty behind him!
Su Xiyan opened the door from inside, Chen Shuo had been leaning against the door, and in an instant he lost his balance and fell backwards.
He staggered several steps before getting his footing.
What met his eyes were the lockers in the girls' changing room for the kendo club, with the innermost compartment still partitioned off by a sliding door.
So this was what a girls' changing room looked like?
Too bad he didn't get to see anything.
Su Xiyan walked forward angrily, carrying her backpack on one shoulder, with the strap on the other side swinging empty.
Chen Shuo caught up with her: "Are you angry?"
Su Xiyan gave a cold snort: "No."
Chen Shuo: "Your face is so icy, if you're not angry then I'm a ghost!"
"I did everything according to what you said, so obedient, so compliant, and you're still angry, it just doesn't make sense."
Su Xiyan stopped in her tracks: "Chen Shuo!"
Chen Shuo still wanted to catch a ride home with her, so his attitude softened considerably: "Miss Su, do you have any orders?"
Su Xiyan threw her backpack at Chen Shuo: "From now on, you're in charge of being my sparring partner."
Chen Shuo: "???"
Clearly he was the one who lost and lost face in front of their classmates, yet she still wanted him to be her sparring partner? What was this woman thinking?
Chen Shuo hugged Su Xiyan's backpack and followed behind her as the two of them walked out of school.
Diagonally across from the school gate, parked quietly in a parking space, was that white AMG. Su Xiyan didn't want to be too high profile, so she had deliberately removed the AMG letters.
From the exterior, this wild car didn't look any different from an ordinary white Mercedes-Benz.
Elegant, exquisite, only when one truly drove it did they know the powerful engine hidden beneath that refined exterior.
Su Xiyan didn't give Chen Shuo the car key, instead driving the car herself.
Chen Shuo sat in the passenger seat, gripping the seat belt tightly, wondering if the accident insurance he bought was enough to compensate?
Su Xiyan's gaze was calm, her peerlessly beautiful face expressionless, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking in her heart right now.
On the main arteries of Su City, at the intersections, there were a full sixty seconds of red lights.
When stopped at the red lights, the air in the car was very quiet, and a little subtle.
Chen Shuo stole a sideways glance at Su Xiyan, thinking she might still be angry? But he couldn't detect any sign of anger on her face.
When there were thirty-odd seconds left on the red light ahead of them, Su Xiyan broke the silence in the car:
"Chen Shuo, I understand you less and less now."
Chen Shuo spoke his mind directly: "Why don't you try touching me in a different way? However you want to touch me, I'll cooperate with you..."
Crap! This woman was fishing for trouble again??
Chen Shuo broke out in a cold sweat, but when he looked at Su Xiyan, he discovered a hint of confusion in her eyes.
The look of confusion flashed by in an instant, but Chen Shuo still caught it.
Chen Shuo gave a little cough to break the awkwardness, and said casually, "What's not to understand about me? I'm just a poor little victim forced to become a vampire, that's all."
"It's very simple, I just want to become human again, I don't want to be a vampire that lives by drinking blood."
"So you have to work hard, hunt more vampires, and quickly level up to be a legendary witcher. I'm still waiting for you to reverse my bloodline!"
"Don't forget, we have a cooperative relationship now!"
There were only single digit seconds left on the red-green traffic light ahead of them.
Su Xiyan nodded: "Okay, let's cooperate happily."
The light turned green, Su Xiyan stepped on the accelerator, and the speed returned to normal.
Chen Shuo felt like those sixty seconds of red light seemed a little long.
After quite a while, Su Xiyan asked again: "Hungry? What should we eat for dinner tonight?"
Since the two of them started living together, the most frequent topic of conversation between them was about their three meals a day.
As expected, food is paramount for the people.
Chen Shuo joked, "It seems that apart from this eternal topic of what to eat, we have no other common topics."
Before Su Xiyan could change her expression, Chen Shuo quickly changed the subject: "I'm tired of seafood recently, how about we eat something more hearty?"
Su Xiyan was still thinking about what Chen Shuo had just said - apart from what to eat, it seemed they really didn't have any other common topics.
Chen Shuo thought Su Xiyan was angry again: "If you don't want hearty food that's fine too, just tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
"Not to brag, but basically any dish you can name, I can make."
Su Xiyan's voice was calm: "What hearty dish were you talking about just now?"
Chen Shuo's eyes lit up: "You really want to try it?"
Su Xiyan nodded.
Chen Shuo pointed at the fork in the road ahead: "Turn right, Qinhuai Snack Street, let's go!"
Su Xiyan turned the steering wheel and the white AMG streaked towards the snack street as dusk fell.
Qinhuai Snack Street was the biggest night market for snacks in Su City.
Because it was located along the Qinhuai River, it was called Qinhuai Snack Street. The night market was built along the riverside, where one could enjoy all kinds of snacks while feeling the night breeze off the Qinhuai River, making it one of the most popular nighttime destinations for the city's youth.
After parking, Su Xiyan was wearing a sleeveless top paired with short denim shorts and little white sneakers, showing off her long, shapely legs that drew particular attention.
With an already perfect figure, plus an exquisitely beautiful face, as soon as Su Xiyan got out of the car she became the focal point for countless gazes.
Su Xiyan was long used to such gazes, it was only natural given how she had been beautiful since childhood.
Chen Shuo felt a little uncomfortable though, and called for Su Xiyan to stop: "Wait."
Su Xiyan stopped in her tracks and looked back. In the night breeze, her hair was blown into disarray, adding a touch of casual beauty to her aloofness.
Chen Shuo took his own baseball cap out of the car, stepped forward a couple paces, and put it on Su Xiyan's head.
Su Xiyan's clear, cold eyes looked at Chen Shuo, her head now unexpectedly sporting a baseball cap.
Chen Shuo felt it still wasn't satisfying, so he reached out and lowered the brim a little.
Then, he casually patted the top of Su Xiyan's head, smiling contentedly as he nodded: "This is the right way to go to a night market for food."
Just as Chen Shuo patted the top of Su Xiyan's head, the streetlights suddenly all lit up in that instant.
Looking at the time, it was exactly 6 p.m.
Chen Shuo thought it was quite amusing: "Oh? Is your head the light switch? I pat it and all the streetlights turn on together."
"Let me try again?"
With that said, he gently patted the top of Su Xiyan's head again.
"It didn't work this time? The switch malfunctioned? Or does it only work if I pat harder?"
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
