Though it felt great for a moment, it could potentially lead to other issues!
"I'm saying, what if we have a baby?" Jiang Yao thought for a moment: "There are no household registration issues here. We can just kill a sheep for the one-month celebration! For education, with five college students and a policewoman, we can teach until high school. If they make mistakes, we can still call the police!"
"Call the police for making a small mistake? That's too extreme!"
"I believe if one-sixth of the population in any country were police officers, they would be just as unruly."
"This is not about being unruly or not. For such a young child, calling the police just for tiny errors would hurt their innocent hearts... Wait, I think you led me astray."
Jiang Yao smiled smugly: "Hmm!"
"Yao Yao, don't mess around like this anymore! I'm willing to marry you and love you for life, but now is not the time to have a baby."
"Then when?"
Lu Zhe thought for a moment: "When we don't lack nutrition anymore, the camp's sanitary conditions are also improved, and you girls also have robust health. I don't want you to have a C-section."
Jiang Yao's delicate body shuddered: "That really won't work! It would affect the experience for both of us in the future."
But when she thought about it, their nutrition had indeed become more and more abundant - chicken, lamb, fish, alligator meat, bird's nest, fish maw, and mountain delicacies, as well as all kinds of natural and organic fruits and vegetables.
Speaking of nutrition, it was much better than what their parents' and grandparents' generations had in the 60s and 70s.
Back then, they couldn't even afford baby formula.
Thinking of formula, Lu Zhe suddenly had a bright idea.
That's right, today was August 8th, they had been stranded on the deserted island for 60 days.
The cow had given birth to a calf about 17-18 days ago.
Seeing the cow full of vigor and the calf growing healthily, it was about time to wean.
Seeing the other four girls still sleeping lazily in the banyan tree, Lu Zhe said:
"Yao Yao, come down first!"
"Ok!"
Lu Zhe got up and put on his shorts.
"Let's make some new delicacies!"
"What is it?"
"Milk!"
Jiang Yao frowned and stuck out her chest arrogantly: "Do you think our child will not get enough to eat?"
"Yao Yao, keep your thoughts logical. We need to drink it too!"
The two came to the mother cow and calf.
Jiang Yao was a little nervous: "I'm scared it might kick us."
Lu Zhe nodded: "Me too! But I can talk to her calf first."
Lu Zhe led the calf aside: "Listen, little guy, from your birth on July 21st until now, you've been in this world for nineteen days. It's about time to be weaned."
The calf kept mooing, nudging Lu Zhe's hand with its nose, seemingly asking its owner to pat it.
"Don't do that!" Lu Zhe's tone was a little stern: "You've grown up now. Don't keep acting like a child, okay?"
The calf let out a dejected moo.
"As a cow, you must have the resolve of a cow. The weaning time for a calf is around 3 weeks. As my cow, a couple days early is no problem at all. These next couple days I'll have your mom give you some milk in moderation, and I'll also get you some tender grass. From now on, you have to be like a grown cow, don't let me down, okay?"
The calf seemed to vaguely understand and mooed again.
"That side's settled. Now to ask the mother cow!"
Lu Zhe cleared his throat: "Next, I'm going to clean your teats. If you don't want me to, just let me know directly, don't kick me, okay?"
The mother cow also mooed, seeming to understand.
"Come on, Yao Yao!"
"You're sure you got through to it?"
"Mm!"
The two twisted open a bottle of stored water and carefully washed twice, making sure the calf's saliva was washed off. Then they found an oil drum.
They cut open the top and washed the inside clean.
They placed it under the cow's belly.
"Let's start!"
"Okay!"
Jiang Yao was afraid of hurting the mother cow, she squeezed gently downward, but only a few drops of milk came out.
"You're not doing it right. Watch how I, a pure pro milkman, do it!"
Was Lu Zhe really professional?
The survival handbook described it professionally, but actual operation was another matter.
He squeezed down hard, "Psst—"
The milk did squirt out, but he had misjudged the angle of the teat. It all squirted onto Jiang Yao's head, covering her head and face in milk.
It made Jiang Yao yelp in surprise.
Milk dripped down her bangs and off her face, soaking her clothes wet.
Jiang Yao, smelling of milk all over, was unhappy: "Lu Zhe, if you wanted to see me like this, just say so directly, no need for a sneak attack!"
Lu Zhe swallowed nervously: "Dear, believe me this was an accident?!"
The two quickly ran to wash up. Before they could pour water over their heads, the other girls had come out, staring dumbfounded at the scene before them!
Ning Shu said in a daze: "Oh my god, Lu Zhe, what did you do to Yao Yao?"
Tang Xiaoguo said angrily: "Yao Yao, what did little Zhe do to you?"
The different questions seemed to make sense in their own way.
"Hey, this is a misunderstanding!"
"It's just milk!"
Lin Qianqian asked nervously: "What did you do to the cow?"
Shen Bing shrugged and let out a breath: "I knew Lu Zhe wouldn't do that much."
"I'm telling you all, we had a little accident while milking, accidentally spraying it onto Yao Yao. That's all."
"Ah?"
"I see..."
"Really?"
Lin Qianqian climbed down from the tree, dipped her finger in the milk on Jiang Yao's face, and put it in her mouth.
"It really is milk!"
The girls finally nodded.
"We can collect milk now?"
"Yup!"
"Can we make yogurt or sweet milk?"
"Pretty much."
"Look, the mother and calf are separated now."
"So Lu Zhe, did the mother cow resist at all?"
"Well..."
Frankly speaking, from the conversation to the milking, she was exceptionally cooperative. Even when the milk squirted wrong, it wasn't the cow's fault.
In the end, maybe the mother cow really understood his words.
Or perhaps, the mother cow understood that Lu Zhe had saved their lives, and harbored a grateful heart, taking Lu Zhe as its owner, which is why it was so cooperative.
Lu Zhe gently patted the cow's head: "You really understand me! Look at the other species, they look at me with hostility and wariness, completely misunderstanding what a friendly person I actually am."

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?"

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!

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”