For Xuan Ying, after yesterday's lunchbox incident.
Although she had promised Su Cheng she wouldn't send anything more, she couldn't help but want to give gifts with even more meaning.
That's why the earlier conversation happened.
After a night of deep contemplation, she finally discovered the next perfect gift-giving opportunity would be Su Cheng's birthday!
And it was coming up soon.
This would be a legitimate chance to give a gift that wouldn't be refused.
Just thinking about it made her heart flutter with excitement.
"Hm? A lunchbox?"
After sitting back in her seat, Xuan Ying suddenly discovered a lunchbox in her drawer, which startled her for a moment.
Then she remembered - this was the lunchbox she had given to Su Cheng yesterday.
She hadn't noticed it yesterday afternoon because of PE class.
She had thought he would throw it away after eating, but surprisingly, he had returned it.
This made her breathe rapidly, her heart racing with excitement.
"Please don't be washed, please don't be washed."
Xuan Ying kept praying as she took a deep breath, held it, and slowly opened the lunchbox. Her hands were trembling slightly.
One can imagine her nervousness and anticipation.
Opening the lid, she found it clean and tidy, without any oil stains.
Clearly, Su Cheng had washed it thoroughly.
"It's been washed... but there's a small card, what is it..."
Xuan Ying's face fell with disappointment as she bit her lip, then took out the card and found writing on the back.
The card read:
[Thank you for the lunch, it was delicious!]
Seeing these words, Xuan Ying felt warmth flowing through her heart, gradually spreading throughout her body.
It was the joy of knowing her feelings had reached him.
Xuan Ying mumbled to herself: "It would be weird if he hadn't washed it."
She carefully put the lunchbox back in her bag. Although it had been washed, it was still something Su Cheng had used, and with his mouth no less.
She needed to take it home and treasure it.
Actually, since the time she got her clothes back, she had been struggling with serious internal conflicts.
At first, she wondered if this behavior indicated some psychological issues, so she looked it up online.
The internet said it was normal behavior, just like how boys collect action figures.
It also said that collecting itself is a culture, and life would be quite dull if one didn't have a few favorite things to collect, so this was part of cultivating one's temperament.
Hmm... it's definitely not a fetish!
"You're early today."
Zhao Yan suddenly came to the adjacent seat, put her bag in the drawer, and greeted her.
"Mm."
Xuan Ying nodded and responded, "You're early too."
"What era are we living in? Someone actually put a love letter in the shoe locker."
Zhao Yan took out a love letter from her bag, placed it on the desk, and said with a smile.
"A love letter?"
Xuan Ying curiously looked at the letter, glanced at it briefly before quickly averting her gaze, and asked, "So how do you plan to handle it?"
"Well, it's someone's feelings after all. I'll read it and then reject them."
Hearing this, Zhao Yan shook her head and opened the love letter to read it.
After a couple of glances, she found there was no name or signature.
It just asked her to go to the rooftop at noon.
"Well, looks like I'll have to visit the rooftop at noon."
After saying this, Zhao Yan threw the note in the trash, glanced at Su Cheng's seat on her way back, and finally sat down to touch up her makeup from her bag.
"Why reject it?"
Xuan Ying tried to encourage her 'best friend' to have a boyfriend.
"These things require mutual feelings and knowing each other well. Getting together just because of a love letter would be too casual!"
Zhao Yan smiled and said.
"So who do you have feelings for now?"
Seeing her smile, Xuan Ying immediately pressed on with her question.
Zhao Yan's hand froze, and she looked at Xuan Ying: "You used to not want me to make friends with others."
"That was then, this is now."
Hearing this, Zhao Yan shrugged helplessly and said, "These things depend on fate, and the time hasn't come yet."
"Oh."
Xuan Ying responded and fell silent again.
Seven fifty AM.
A figure walked into the classroom, immediately catching Xuan Ying's attention - it was none other than Su Cheng.
Zhao Yan noticed too, first looking at Su Cheng, then at Xuan Ying beside her, and couldn't help but sigh.
Because at that moment, Xuan Ying's face was written all over with 'like, really like,' her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Su Cheng.
Zhao Yan couldn't help but think to herself: "Such a fangirl!"
"Ahem, ahem."
She coughed twice, signaling Xuan Ying not to stare at Su Cheng like that.
However, Su Cheng heard the sound first and suddenly turned around, his gaze meeting Zhao Yan's.
Zhao Yan was startled at first, then stood up and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Su Cheng~"
"G-good morning."
Seeing this, Xuan Ying hurriedly gave a flustered greeting as well.
"Good morning."
Su Cheng nodded to both of them, then sat down, organized his books, and looked out the window.
The rest of the class didn't show any surprise at this; everyone knew these two felt guilty towards Su Cheng, so apologetic greetings were understandable.
Everyone could understand.
"Ring ring~"
When the class bell rang, Xuan Ying immediately picked up her textbook and started reading.
However, during class, she would unconsciously glance at Su Cheng from time to time, and although their eyes would sometimes meet, she would quickly look away.
But today was a day Xuan Ying was looking forward to.
Looking forward to what?
Because the pen Su Cheng usually used was running out of ink, and he often chewed on the pen cap while thinking.
To her, this pen would be the No.1 item in her collection!
"He's starting to shake the pen!"
Xuan Ying's heart leaped with joy as she noticed Su Cheng, who had been taking notes, suddenly started shaking his pen - clearly a sign of running out of ink.
Sure enough, the next second, Su Cheng took out his pencil case.
"Hehe..."
Xuan Ying showed a silly smile.
She was on cleaning duty today, so she could dig it out of the trash later and take it home.
However, her smile froze on her face the next second.
Because she saw Su Cheng actually take out the ink refill, replace it with a new one, and then continue writing in his notebook.
"What kind of move is this?"
She stared in surprise with wide eyes.
"Can pen refills be replaced?"
"..."
At this point, she was speechless.
She had been waiting for this moment for several days.
So, her inner voice was screaming.
"Why are you being so frugal!"
Xuan Ying rubbed her eyes in disbelief, afraid she might be hallucinating.
In her understanding, when a pen runs out of ink, you just get a new pen!
At least she learned a useless life hack!
So the refills inside can be replaced...
All these years, she had always just bought new pens when the old ones ran out.
The refills are so dirty...
She had never seen anyone replace them since she was little.
Su Cheng seemed to sense her presence, looked up at her briefly, then continued writing.
She quickly pulled back and pretended to read her book.
Of course, Xuan Ying's little actions over these past few days hadn't escaped Zhao Yan's notice.
She shook her head helplessly, finding it quite amusing.
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?"
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.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
