That night, the group counted sheep until the early hours of the morning, reaching well into the five-digit range before the four women finally drifted off to sleep.
Luckily, Xu Mo had the "Turtle Breathing Technique" rewarded by his system, which allowed him to stay energetic with just two hours of sleep a day. Otherwise, he would have shown up at the police station the next day with dark circles under his eyes.
The next morning, Xu Mo arrived at the police station right on time.
At the entrance, he ran into Han Fei.
Unlike usual, Han Fei looked rather listless today, with dark circles under his eyes—a clear sign that he hadn’t slept well the night before.
Seeing Xu Mo, Han Fei couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation.
If it weren’t for this guy, he wouldn’t have had to stay up so late last night.
When he left the police station last night, it was already 12:20 AM. By the time he got home, it was 1:00 AM, and after washing up, Han Fei didn’t get to bed until 1:30 AM.
As he’s gotten older, his body isn’t what it used to be. Combined with the fact that he used to pull all-nighters frequently for cases, his physical condition is nowhere near what it was in his younger days. Staying up late now feels like it’s taking half his life.
“Morning, Captain Han. Had breakfast yet?” Xu Mo greeted Han Fei with a smile, seemingly oblivious to the dark circles under his eyes.
Han Fei couldn’t help but shoot Xu Mo a glare, lamenting, “Why did you leave so early yesterday? Those three colleagues came to discuss case-solving techniques with you! Shouldn’t you have been the one to host them? Why did you run off so quickly? Do you know how late they kept me up last night? My old bones almost fell apart!”
Ever since Xu Mo joined the police station, almost every case was solved the same day it came in. As a result, Han Fei hadn’t had to stay up late for quite some time.
Now that he’d suddenly pulled an all-nighter, he really couldn’t handle it.
Xu Mo chuckled.
“I thought you guys were hitting it off, and I couldn’t really contribute to the conversation, so I just left… Oh, I just remembered, I haven’t watered the plants in my office yet. I’d better go do that before they die of thirst.”
With that, Xu Mo made a quick escape.
Hitting it off? That’s all because of you, kid! If you hadn’t pushed the responsibility onto me, would they have come to me!?
Just as Han Fei was about to call out to Xu Mo, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Turning around, Han Fei’s expression froze.
The three officers who had kept him up late last night were back.
Unlike Han Fei, they were all young, with strong constitutions. Even if they didn’t get eight hours of sleep, staying up all night was no big deal for them. The three of them looked fresh and energetic, showing no signs of having pulled an all-nighter.
Each of them held a small notebook and a pen, looking at Han Fei with eager eyes.
“Captain Han, we spent a lot of time last night going over the cases you told us about, and we found them really inspiring! So we decided to come back today to learn more from you!”
Han Fei: “???”
“Captain Han, you haven’t eaten yet, right? We brought you breakfast. How about we chat while you eat?”
“If you don’t like fried dough sticks and soy milk, we can go get you something else.”
The three of them ushered Han Fei into the police station and into his office…
It wasn’t that Han Fei didn’t want to engage with them, but he was just too exhausted. His mind was foggy, and he couldn’t muster any energy. Then, Han Fei thought of a brilliant idea: pass the buck!
“I’ve already shared all the case-solving techniques I can with you last night. Why don’t you go talk to Captain Xu? He’s the backbone of our police station. Solving cases is all thanks to him.”
At this point, Han Fei felt that whether his colleagues were impressed with him or not no longer mattered. He was terrified that the three of them would keep him up late again tonight. His body just couldn’t take it anymore!
However, the three of them didn’t buy it.
“Captain Han, last night you said that Captain Xu’s case-solving techniques were all taught by you. Asking Captain Xu is the same as asking you, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, Captain Xu even admitted it himself yesterday. He said his techniques were all learned from you. You’re his mentor, so of course we should learn from the mentor, not the student!”
Han Fei was speechless.
He’d really overdone it with his boasting yesterday!
When Xu Mo had made that statement, it had put Han Fei in an awkward position.
As a man, especially one in middle age, he cared a lot about saving face. So when Xu Mo said that, Han Fei had gone along with it, claiming that Xu Mo’s techniques were indeed learned from him.
The upside was that the admiring looks from his colleagues had felt great.
The downside was that he’d boasted too much, putting himself in a position he couldn’t back out of!
Today, the police station didn’t receive any reports.
With no cases to work on, Xu Mo wasn’t particularly busy either. He spent most of the day slacking off and was the first to leave when it was time to clock out.
Poor Han Fei, though. From the moment he stepped into his office in the morning, the three officers had been pestering him to tell them about the cases he’d solved in the past, hoping to gain some insight and learn from his experience.
This went on all day.
From sunrise to midday, from noon to sunset, and then into the evening…
While almost everyone else in the police station was idle, Han Fei hadn’t had a moment’s rest. He’d been talking nonstop from 9:00 AM to 10:00 PM, his mouth practically worn out.
He never wanted to be in the spotlight again. Sure, it felt good, but it was also incredibly exhausting!
Luckily, the three officers felt they’d gained a lot from the experience and planned to leave tonight, so they wouldn’t be sticking around.
Otherwise, Han Fei’s old bones would have truly been pushed to their limit.
…
The reason for the power outage at the villa last night was exactly as Xu Mo had suspected—a tripped circuit breaker.
The property management fixed it the next morning, so it was unlikely they’d be counting sheep again tonight.
After dinner and a shower, Xu Mo watched some TV in the living room and went to his bedroom early at 10:00 PM.
However, not long after, there was a knock on his bedroom door.
“What’s up?” Xu Mo asked through the door.
“Nothing much. We just think the sheep-counting method is really effective. Can you join us again tonight?”
Xu Mo: “???”
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.”
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!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
