The train started moving, and the little silly girl sitting by the window tightly clutched Su Ze's hand.
A few minutes later, Su Ze looked at Uesugi Akizuki, who was pressing her forehead against the window, feeling utterly speechless. As the train vibrated slightly and frequently, her head kept bouncing off the window, her forehead repeatedly colliding with the glass. Yet, she seemed to be enjoying herself, her laughter bright and carefree.
Su Ze couldn't help but worry that she might lose whatever little intelligence she had left from this playful behavior.
Meng Xingyao suddenly directed her curious gaze toward Uesugi Akizuki. Earlier, she had been preoccupied with a stomachache and a foul mood, so she hadn't noticed Uesugi Akizuki was with Su Ze. Just moments ago, Su Ze had chatted briefly with Shen Qingsheng before taking Uesugi Akizuki to prepare some brown sugar water. It wasn't until they boarded the train that Meng Xingyao realized Uesugi Akizuki was there.
Why was Uesugi Akizuki here? She was puzzled but didn't feel the need to ask.
Whenever Su Ze wasn't driving, he always felt a bit drowsy and would often drift off to sleep. This time was no exception. The journey was about ten hours long, and he had a dream—a gentle one.
When he woke up, the content of the dream had already slipped away.
Outside the window, the flowing night scenery was a dazzling display of city lights, but it was unclear which materialistic city it had arrived at.
The bright cabin lights made the window reflect the interior like a mirror.
Perhaps because he had slept for too long, Su Ze felt a slight soreness in his neck. As he lifted his head, he heard a faint 'click' sound!
He had bumped into something, and a pair of hands quickly brushed past his head. Through the mirrored window, he saw the little silly girl covering her chin and mouth, tears dripping down her cheeks.
In fact, during these ten-plus hours of travel, Uesugi Akizuki had also been sleeping. When she saw Su Ze fall asleep, she quietly and gently placed his head on her shoulder.
Before she knew it, she too had drifted off, her head lightly resting against Su Ze's.
It was such a tender scene, but an accident occurred during those ten-plus hours.
Su Ze's sleeping position wasn't very comfortable, and his head gradually lowered, resting on her chest. Midway through her sleep, the little silly girl woke up, held his hand, and then fell back asleep.
After some unknown time, Su Ze suddenly woke up, bumping into her chin and even biting his tongue!
The little witch woke up startled, and soon, tears streamed down her face.
"Sorry," Su Ze gently massaged her chin.
After a while, Uesugi Akizuki wiped away her tears, grabbed Su Ze's hand that was massaging her chin, and pressed it against her chin like a bandage. She held onto his hand, refusing to let go, pouting in frustration and looking out the window at the flowing night scenery.
Su Ze held the little silly girl's soft and delicate chin, feeling quite apologetic. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the little witch stick out her pink tongue toward the window. After checking that nothing was wrong, she retracted her tongue and continued to look out the window, still feeling a bit sulky.
Su Ze couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable behavior.
After a long while, the train arrived at its destination, and the four of them followed the crowd out of the high-speed rail station.
"Thanks for the brown sugar water," Meng Xingyao said with a smile, lightly punching Su Ze's shoulder.
"No need to thank me between buddies," Su Ze replied with a light laugh, glancing at the empty thermos in her hand. "Finished it all?"
Meng Xingyao nodded. Su Ze took the empty thermos and casually stuffed it into Shen Qingsheng's bag.
Beijing.
This was a bustling first-tier city, with dazzling neon lights and towering skyscrapers that seemed to pierce the clouds.
The streets were bustling with traffic, and even at night, the flow of people never seemed to stop.
The little silly girl was amazed, her eyes darting from one sight to another, overwhelmed by the dazzling array of urban lights.
"We'll take you out to play tomorrow. For now, we need to go report," Su Ze said.
Uesugi Akizuki nodded, allowing Su Ze to lead her as she continued to look around.
"Why is she here? Didn't she go back to Russia with Uesugi Chiyoharu?" Meng Xingyao asked casually.
Upon hearing this, Su Ze felt a bit troubled. It wasn't some state secret that couldn't be discussed, but Shen Qingsheng had chosen not to ask earlier, probably overthinking and assuming it would lead to some complicated issues.
Su Ze briefly explained the situation.
"She's coming to Huaxia University to study?" Meng Xingyao was surprised. "How did she get in?"
"Secret," Su Ze made a shushing gesture.
"But she's only fifteen or sixteen, right? She must be the youngest junior at Huaxia University. You better protect me," Su Ze joked.
Meng Xingyao gave an OK gesture, then suddenly realized, "Why should I protect you?"
"Because if you protect me, you're also protecting the little silly girl," Su Ze said, his words a bit nonsensical.
Under Meng Xingyao's guidance, they soon arrived at a grand and imposing stone archway standing in a wide open space.
Under the bright moonlight, the plaque above the archway read "Huaxia University" in bold, fierce characters, glowing faintly with a cold light.
The archway was flanked by high walls adorned with dragon and phoenix carvings.
Apart from Meng Xingyao, the other three were slightly awestruck. They had only seen pictures of Huaxia University online, and only now, standing in front of it, did they truly appreciate its grandeur.
Three senior students responsible for welcoming new arrivals were leaning against the archway, bored out of their minds. But when they saw Su Ze and the others, especially noticing the two beautiful girls, they perked up immediately. Straightening their collars, they strode over confidently.
"You guys are new students at Huaxia University, right?" the short-haired youth at the front asked.
"Yes," Su Ze nodded.
"I'm your senior, Zhuang Yang. Feel free to ask us any questions," Zhuang Yang said. "Follow us, and we'll take you to register. After that, we'll assign you dorms. The registration period lasts for three days, and there are no classes tomorrow or the day after, so you can use that time to get familiar with the university environment..."
Zhuang Yang paused, blinking and glancing at Meng Xingyao, who was looking down at her phone. The other two also noticed her, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.
"Why are you looking at me?" Meng Xingyao raised her head, frowning.
"No! Nothing!" the three of them replied in unison, quickly giving up any thoughts of flirting and leading Su Ze and the others to complete the registration process with utmost seriousness.
Su Ze and Uesugi Akizuki were naturally assigned to Room 311, Building 9—a double room designated for couples.
This "dorm" was more like an apartment. In fact, everyone at Huaxia University referred to the dorms as apartments.
The apartment was about 200 square meters, fully furnished with luxurious decor that rivaled Su Ze's own villa.
From the high-rise building, they could see the countless lights of the city, with streets bustling with traffic.
The little silly girl suddenly let out a cute "Ah~" sound and threw herself onto the soft bed.
Su Ze, with an unlit cigarette between his lips, walked over to the bed and sat down, lifting Uesugi Akizuki's long, fair legs onto his lap.
After removing her shoes, the little silly girl immediately climbed onto the bed and started rolling around on the soft bedding.
Su Ze took out a lighter, spinning the wheel, sparks flying, as he walked toward the balcony.
Shen Qingsheng, meanwhile, was surveying his own single-person apartment, feeling quite proud:
"Hmph! Living alone is the true romance of a man! Dating? Sharing a couple's apartment? Hmph! Who needs that? Only fools fall in love; the wise stand strong alone, without any baggage!"
"Damn! Why is this apple so sour!" He threw the apple he had just taken a bite of onto the ground.
Meng Xingyao took the elevator back to her own apartment.
As she stepped out of the elevator and walked along the corridor lit by warm orange lights, her steps suddenly halted.
Frowning, she looked at the white-haired girl squatting at her apartment door.
"Yao Yao! Long time no see!"
The girl was exquisitely beautiful, her smile sweet and surprised. Dressed in a lovely long dress, she stood up and opened her arms, rushing toward Meng Xingyao for a hug.
Meng Xingyao, however, remained with her arms crossed, deftly sidestepping the girl's embrace, her voice cold: "Don't come near me."
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!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?"
