Chu Jiaojiao and Shen Qingling attended universities in Jiangcheng, though their campuses were about an hour and a half apart. Whenever Chu Jiaojiao said she wanted to see him, Shen Qingling would go without hesitation.
Shen Qingling didn’t harbor romantic feelings for Chu Jiaojiao—he simply saw her as a younger sister in need of protection.
Before certain truths came to light, Chu Jiaojiao wasn’t particularly kind to Shen Qingling, but she did provide him with ample emotional support. She encouraged him to get into Jiangcheng University, cared about his studies and daily life, and treated him like an older brother—admiring and relying on him. This made Shen Qingling, who had no family, regard her as his own.
Unfortunately, Chu Jiaojiao saw Shen Qingling as nothing more than a backup option, a so-called "simp" who fell for her every word. If it weren’t for the fact that he had once given up an adoption opportunity for her, was easy to manipulate, and brought her attention, she wouldn’t have bothered with him at all.
Chu Jiaojiao basked in the attention and envy Shen Qingling brought her. Handsome and a top student at Jiangcheng University, his visits to her campus always drew admiring glances from her classmates, feeding her vanity.
Just then, her roommate passed by and teased, "Jiaojiao, chatting with that Jiangcheng University genius again?"
"Yeah, he said he wants to visit me this weekend."
"Wow, I’m so jealous! Having such an amazing guy as your brother—if I had a friend like him, I’d definitely try to pursue him."
Other roommates chimed in.
"Seriously, Shen Qingling even trended today. So many people were gushing over how hot he is. You’d better lock him down before someone else snatches him up!"
"Jiaojiao, he treats you so well—are you sure he’s not your boyfriend?"
Chu Jiaojiao’s face flushed instantly.
Whenever girls asked if Shen Qingling was her boyfriend, she would just lower her head shyly. She never confirmed or denied their relationship, letting others assume there was something ambiguous between them—effectively deterring other girls from pursuing him.
But if a guy asked, she’d immediately deny it, insisting they were just friends. She had to maintain her single status around men—how else would she land a wealthy boyfriend?
Chu Jiaojiao had no intention of dating Shen Qingling. In her eyes, while he was undeniably attractive, he lacked money and was a bit dull. He made a perfect backup—dating him would be boring. She was content with his devotion and the attention he brought her.
"Jiaojiao, you really should make a move. A guy like him won’t stay single forever if you don’t act."
"Manman’s right. Someone as brilliant as Shen Qingling is bound to be successful. Marrying him would mean never worrying about anything."
Chu Jiaojiao smiled sweetly. "I know, don’t worry about me. I’ve got it under control."
Not a chance. She would never date Shen Qingling. Good looks didn’t pay the bills—these girls were so shallow, utterly brainless.
Of course, she knew that as a top student at Jiangcheng University, Shen Qingling would earn a decent income after graduation. But that wasn’t enough for her. She was destined for a wealthy family—how could he possibly compare to a rich heir?
Chu Jiaojiao was beautiful and believed she was meant for an extraordinary life. Her ultimate dream was to marry into wealth, living a life of luxury and envy.
To that end, she spent nearly all her allowance on clothes, makeup, and skincare, barely scraping by each month unless Shen Qingling gave her extra money.
When Shen Qingling didn’t reply for a while, she didn’t care, leaving him on read.
She refused to believe he’d keep treating her this way. Sooner or later, he’d come crawling back, begging for her attention.
This time, she wouldn’t give in easily. He’d have to grovel before she pretended to forgive him—that would teach him to be so cold!
Shen Qingling, of course, couldn’t care less.
He downloaded the "Ouyu" app to see what people were saying about him.
The system notified him that a recent photo had earned him a surge of points.
These girls were just like his fans in his past life—easily infatuated by a handsome picture, showering him with admiration.
Every flutter of their hearts translated into points for him. A win-win situation.
His satisfaction lasted all of three minutes before the system added, "Host, please note: if these admirers turn against you due to negative publicity, the points will be deducted."
Shen Qingling: "...Got it."
He understood perfectly. Fans were a double-edged sword—handled well, they were an asset; mishandled, they’d stab you in the back.
After registering with a burner account, he immediately spotted the trending post about him—now at the top of the feed with over a thousand replies.
[L6: Shen Qingling keeps a low profile. Outside of studying, he’s always working. Plus, he’s hard to approach, so people don’t dare get close. Aside from his looks, there’s not much to discuss since no one really knows him.]
[L7: I prefer approachable guys. With someone like him, I’d blush just saying hello. If he ignored me, I’d die of embarrassment.]
[L8: You’re missing the point. The appeal is in the challenge. Imagine being the one to conquer an untouchable ice prince—that’s the real thrill. He’s exactly my type.]
[L9: Right? Cold to everyone but tender only to you—straight out of a romance novel. Just thinking about it gives me chills.]
[L10: Wonder what his face looks like when he’s turned on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Still all stoic and composed? Or would he furrow his brows and let out a few restrained gasps?]
[L11: OMG I can’t handle this. Anyone got his contact info? I want to shoot my shot—challenge accepted!]
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The further he scrolled, the wilder the comments got.
Some praised his looks, others fantasized about his physique, a few begged for his socials, and some even posted his photos alongside downright scandalous remarks.
Shen Qingling raised an eyebrow, unfazed.
His fans in his past life had said far worse—he was used to it by now.
Women could be just as shameless, something he’d learned from dating plenty of them.
Their boldness came in different flavors: openly thirsty, secretly pervy, or all talk but too timid to act.
Most of Shen Qingling's fans fall into the third category—bold enough to flood the internet with wild, flirtatious comments about him, yet in person, they’re usually too starstruck to string a coherent sentence together.
Women who dare to say those kinds of things to his face are rare. They’re either brimming with unshakable confidence or drunk enough to be utterly bewitched by him.
But soon, he’s about to meet one.
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!
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?"
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?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
