Ji Cheng glanced at her, her gaze as cool as water.
"Naive," she said without any expression.
Ming Xiaowei lowered her head to look at the advanced math problems in her hand. Fortunately, Ji Cheng wasn’t sitting in the front row, so even during class, she didn’t have to worry about the teacher seeing her solve them.
Her head felt twice as heavy as usual, as if stuffed with cotton.
Ming Xiaowei almost cursed Ji Cheng as a heartless woman. In the last world, she’d called her "baby," but in this one, she acted like a stranger.
How infuriating.
Ming Xiaowei stole a glance at Ji Cheng’s outfit—dressed like some abstinent ice queen, with nothing exposed except her face and the hands resting on the textbook.
Her fingers were slender and pale, like delicate scallion roots, with faint pink hues at the knuckles. Her right hand moved slightly, gripping a ballpoint pen with perfect posture, her back straight as a ruler.
Damn it. Seeing Ji Cheng like this made Ming Xiaowei want to unbutton the top of her shirt and check if her collarbone was still as pretty as before.
The class president’s collarbone would definitely be nice to nibble on.
This was all Qiaoqiao’s fault—she’d corrupted her.
A faint blush spread across Ming Xiaowei’s cheeks. People shouldn’t—at the very least, they shouldn’t—think about such indecent things.
No lewd thoughts allowed.
Lost in her musings, Ming Xiaowei ended up dozing off on the desk.
Ji Cheng watched the teacher lecturing at the front, then glanced at Ming Xiaowei’s blank homework notebook. She hesitated to wake her outright.
Instead, she lightly patted Ming Xiaowei’s leg.
To her surprise, Ming Xiaowei only frowned slightly, showing no signs of waking up.
A vein twitched at Ji Cheng’s temple. She smacked Ming Xiaowei’s leg harder this time.
Ming Xiaowei stirred.
Just as Ji Cheng sighed in relief, Ming Xiaowei drowsily lifted her head and blurted out:
"Class President, you kissed me so hard I couldn’t breathe. Stop it already."
Her voice wasn’t too loud, but it was just enough for the entire class to hear.
The classroom fell dead silent—even the teacher stopped mid-lecture. Everyone’s eyes turned toward the two sitting in the center of the third row.
Now fully awake, Ming Xiaowei realized what she’d just said.
Oh god. She wanted to die of embarrassment.
Maybe she should just move to another city.
She desperately wished she could faint on the spot, but this body’s constitution was annoyingly robust—no passing out for her.
"Ahem. Back to class," the teacher coughed, momentarily stunned but quickly resuming the lesson.
Given current social attitudes, such things were… understandable. Still, the class president had always been the model student, the epitome of a well-behaved child. This was… unexpected.
Could she actually be a closet pervert?
The teacher, relatively young, couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild. Still, she managed to finish the first period without further incident.
During the break, Ji Cheng, for the first time ever, chased Ming Xiaowei out of the classroom.
Ming Xiaowei had pulled up her mask, using her sleeve to cover half her face, leaving only her watery eyes visible.
"Listen, it was a misunderstanding. Believe me?"
Ji Cheng’s expression was grim. Ming Xiaowei’s outburst had shattered the pristine reputation she’d spent over a decade building.
"I don’t believe you," she said flatly.
"Ugh, fine. What do you want me to do? Just give in and date me?" Ming Xiaowei blinked.
This world’s Ji Cheng seemed to come from a modest background, but that was fine—Ming Xiaowei could afford to pamper her.
Ji Cheng let out a cold, humorless laugh.
"Don’t ‘heh’ at me. ‘Heh’ is just a polite way of calling someone an idiot," Ming Xiaowei muttered under her breath.
"Just because I refused to copy homework for you doesn’t mean you get to ruin my reputation. Fine, I’ll write out the solutions for you. But in return, you have to—" Ji Cheng gritted her teeth.
"You have to explain everything to the whole class."
Ming Xiaowei’s cheeks flushed. For some reason, this world’s version of Ji Cheng seemed so much easier to tease.
"But I’m shy! Shouldn’t I be the one angry that you kissed me in my dream?" Ming Xiaowei pressed further.
Without another word, Ji Cheng turned and walked away.
Crap.
She’d gone too far.
Realizing Ji Cheng was genuinely upset, Ming Xiaowei hurried after her back into the classroom.
As soon as Ji Cheng sat down, her phone screen lit up.
Ming Xiaowei had sent a 100-yuan red envelope in the class group chat.
Xiaowei: [Sealing your lips, classmates! There’s nothing between me and the Class President. Pretend you heard nothing.]
Mourning the loss of her hard-earned cash, Ming Xiaowei returned to her seat. Thankfully, Ji Cheng kept her word and handed her several sheets of paper—her problem-solving notes.
But as for letting Ming Xiaowei copy outright? Not a chance.
"Thank you, Class President~"
With Ji Cheng’s notes, Ming Xiaowei finally finished all her advanced math problems and handed them back. Ji Cheng gave her a long, silent look but said nothing.
Meanwhile, Ming Xiaowei was busy plotting how to make Zhao Qinghan’s fans think she was insane.
She also needed to dig up dirt on Zhao Qinghan—though honestly, Ming Xiaowei doubted it was necessary. Zhao Qinghan was basically a walking scandal, known for picking fights with everyone on every show she joined.
Zero emotional intelligence, radiating an obnoxious "I’m the queen" aura.
Tonight, she’d start by testing out writing the female lead’s name in her little notebook.
Hehehe.
Ming Xiaowei’s eyes curved into happy crescents.
Ji Cheng noticed her grinning like an idiot during class and frowned but stayed silent.
She knew Ming Xiaowei was a rich kid—even the teachers didn’t bother disciplining her. After all, even if Ming Xiaowei never studied, she’d still live a life others could only dream of.
Though, surprisingly, Ming Xiaowei had scored well on the college entrance exams…
Hadn’t she ranked right below Ji Cheng?
Who would’ve guessed?
A trace of indifference flickered in Ji Cheng’s eyes. But what did any of this have to do with her?
When the two classes finally ended, Ming Xiaowei stretched with a long yawn.
Exhausted.
But at least it was mealtime. A spark of excitement lit up Ming Xiaowei’s face.
Ji Cheng had barely taken a few steps out of the classroom with her backpack when Ming Xiaowei glued herself to her side.
"Class President, what’s good to eat in the cafeteria?"
"Stop calling me that," Ji Cheng said, visibly uncomfortable.
She wasn’t used to this kind of interaction. Even in the dorm, everyone kept to themselves, never intruding on each other.
But today, Ming Xiaowei had been chirping nonstop like a hyperactive sparrow.
"Got it, Class President! So, which floor has the best food?" Ming Xiaowei was genuinely curious.
The original owner of this body had lived a life of luxury, never setting foot in the school cafeteria. But Ming Xiaowei couldn’t stand those tiny, artfully plated dishes—she preferred hearty, homestyle meals.
"Second-floor stuffed flatbread. Third-floor spicy rice noodles," Ji Cheng deadpanned.
If not for her self-restraint, she’d have seriously considered taping Ming Xiaowei’s mouth shut.
"Thanks, Class President! But that’s not enough—what else is good?" Ming Xiaowei was practically starving.
She’d barely eaten lunch and planned to make up for it now.
Double portions, double happiness.
Ji Cheng shot her a glance, then looked down at Ming Xiaowei’s flat stomach.
Was this girl a pig in disguise?
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
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.”
