“Meng Xingyao…” The girl’s teary eyes were filled with grievance, her voice choked with sobs, “…you don’t want me anymore…”
Meng Xingyao remained expressionless, “Yun Mengxuan, it’s over between us. There’s no possibility of anything more.”
“Don’t act so pitiful, putting yourself in the victim’s position. It’s disgusting.”
“Let’s leave it at that between us, and keep some good memories. Don’t make me remember you only for your obsessive clinging.”
Meng Xingyao took out her room card and was about to open the door when the white-haired girl, Yun Mengxuan, rushed forward and hugged Meng Xingyao’s waist, crying, “No… it’s not over… I know I was wrong, forgive me, okay, Xingyao… forgive me…”
Meng Xingyao felt only disgust, “Stop bothering me, go find your man!”
“I broke up with him, nothing happened between us!”
“Who would believe that?” Meng Xingyao tried to shake her off, but couldn’t.
“Believe me, Xingyao, I really know I was wrong. I swear nothing happened between us, I was just momentarily bewitched…”
“Bewitched?” Meng Xingyao sneered, “Whether you like men or women, I ended up like this because of you. Your tricks and schemes, we both know them well. Stop acting, okay?”
Meng Xingyao’s voice was slightly hoarse, her emotions somewhat stirred, “Let me go, I’m begging you, let me go. I don’t want to fall into your trap again.”
“I won’t let go! I’ll never let go! No matter what, we’re meant to be together forever!” Yun Mengxuan clung to Meng Xingyao’s waist shamelessly, refusing to let go.
Having been together for so long, Meng Xingyao knew many of her weaknesses.
Meng Xingyao pressed a spot on her waist and gently rubbed it. Yun Mengxuan, tickled by the pressure point, clenched her teeth tightly.
But she soon broke down, laughing so hard her grip loosened slightly. Meng Xingyao took the opportunity to break free, entered the room, and locked the door just as Yun Mengxuan tried to follow.
“Xingyao! Open the door, Xingyao!”
Hearing Yun Mengxuan’s crushed sobs outside, Meng Xingyao couldn’t hold it together either.
The memories of their long time together were still fresh, not something that could be forgotten so easily.
Before she knew it, her eyes had also reddened. She wiped away her tears, crouched in the corner, and silently wept.
In the couple’s room of Building 9, Room 311, on the bed.
Su Ze and Uesugi Akizuki were again staring at each other in a dry, tense standoff.
“Tonight, you can only hold my hand while sleeping, you’re not allowed to get close!” Su Ze said seriously.
Uesugi Akizuki stubbornly shook her head. Before, they could even sleep in each other’s arms, but now, even holding hands and getting close was forbidden?
What would happen next? Would they not even be allowed to hold hands anymore?
This was unacceptable!
Uesugi Akizuki was trying to use her persistence to change Su Ze’s distorted ideas.
Su Ze couldn’t understand. With such a crisp, refreshing autumn night, wasn’t it nice to sleep holding hands? Why did she have to get so close? It felt like an oven between them, and even his constitution felt stiflingly hot.
Su Ze was trying to use his persistence to change the little silly girl’s incomprehensible ideas.
In the end, Su Ze turned on the air conditioner.
To make Su Ze understand how comfortable and secure it was to sleep close, Uesugi Akizuki turned on her side, forcefully pulling Su Ze into her embrace.
She pressed her soft body against Su Ze’s back, her forehead resting on his neck, waiting until he stopped struggling before she felt at ease and fell into a sweet sleep.
Su Ze felt a tingling, soothing sensation throughout his body, the soft touch behind him making him too nervous to move.
From the beginning of the night until the early hours, Su Ze kept reciting the Diamond Sutra to maintain his Buddhist resolve. Only when the little silly girl was deeply asleep did he quietly slip out of her embrace, though Uesugi Akizuki still clung to him tightly.
If Uesugi Akizuki knew he was ignoring and overstepping her warnings like this, would she travel thousands of miles to take his life?
The next… day…
Even with the air conditioner on, the close proximity still felt very hot. Su Ze felt his cheeks burning.
As he reached out to push away the clinging little silly girl, his palm suddenly felt a soft touch, and he silently withdrew his hand.
This was an action he initiated, but it was a mistake, and with it, the last seven years of his merit were gone.
Truly a virtueless person!
Su Ze recited the Diamond Sutra to maintain his Buddhist resolve.
The model of masculine virtue had thus fallen.
The registration period for the new semester lasted three days. These three days allowed newcomers to familiarize themselves with the campus environment. The school’s management was quite lax, as long as students didn’t violate the school rules. This was a tradition of the Academy of Extraordinary Individuals.
After all, most of the people here wouldn’t survive until graduation.
Letting them enjoy life a little while they were still alive was the special treatment the cold world could offer.
Su Ze’s plan for today was to familiarize himself with the campus.
“Brush your teeth, wash your face, and then come eat. Today, don’t wear your miko attire; change into something else.” Su Ze pinched the little silly girl’s cheeks as she just woke up.
It was undeniable; the feeling was quite nice, her delicate face full of collagen.
Uesugi Akizuki sat on the bed, her lips pursed, not resisting but allowing Su Ze to handle her.
Her amber eyes were as clear and bright as a pond, reflecting Su Ze’s figure. It was as if fallen leaves had touched the water’s surface, causing ripples of happiness to spread from her lips.
Su Ze didn’t know what she was thinking, but this feeling was like petting a cat.
After eating, Su Ze took out the clothes he had bought for the little silly girl during their previous shopping trip in Dust City and handed them to her: “Choose whatever you like.”
Su Ze not only needed to familiarize himself with the campus today but also planned to explore Kyoto.
If Uesugi Akizuki continued to wear her miko attire while touring Kyoto, it might provoke some overly patriotic individuals. If someone took a photo with their phone pressed against Uesugi Akizuki and Su Ze’s faces, or filmed them from a distance, then edited and spread the footage online with malicious intent, things could escalate quickly.
This wasn’t overthinking. If one considered the situation from a personal perspective, with generations of blood feuds between their ancestors, seeing their descendants openly wearing miko attire on their homeland…
The little silly girl carried the bag of clothes into the room, and soon, the sound of rustling clothes could be heard.
Before long, she emerged from the room, dressed and standing stiffly and nervously in front of Su Ze, as if a soldier awaiting inspection from a commanding officer.
This was only the second time she had worn different clothes in front of Su Ze; previously, she had only rotated through her miko attire.
Su Ze looked at the little silly girl, who was so beautiful she seemed otherworldly, and was momentarily stunned.
After a moment, he regained his composure and sincerely praised, “You’re so good-looking; you can pull off anything.”
Even with her memory loss, the girl still had good taste in fashion.
The little silly girl received the praise and silently broke into a smile, happily bouncing a few times, her wine-red hair and JK skirt fluttering up and down.
Fortunately, the movements weren’t too big.
The Uesugi Akizuki before him wore a pink and white JK short skirt paired with white over-the-knee socks, revealing a small section of her snow-white thighs.
It seemed to have some kind of magic, drawing people’s gaze irresistibly to that exposed section of thigh.
Her feet were clad in white high-top shoes, and her upper body wore a loose, simple cartoon animal-patterned white three-quarter sleeve.
The three-quarter sleeve was a bit too large for the little silly girl; the neckline was slightly wide, causing the entire garment to tilt slightly to the right, exposing her right snow-white collarbone, while the left side was completely covered by the tilted neckline.
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!
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.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
