The homeroom teacher noticed that Hu Yuying seemed a bit nervous and uncomfortable.
Pointing to the seats at the back of the classroom, the teacher said, "Hu Yuying, the seating arrangement is based on rankings. For now, sit there, and after the next test, we’ll rearrange the seats according to your grades."
Hu Yuying obediently nodded to the teacher and then made her way to the back of the classroom.
After sitting down, she began organizing her books and stationery.
She took out her textbook and focused on listening to the teacher explain the key points.
A moment later, Hu Yuying pursed her lips, her small hands unconsciously tightening, and her head lowering further and further...
Long Aotian raised an eyebrow. Was his gaze really that intimidating?
He had only glanced at her a couple of times, and yet she looked like she was about to cry.
Was she really that timid?
Long Aotian couldn’t bring himself to keep staring at her.
Although his reputation wasn’t the best, he swore he had never bullied any girls before the female protagonist transferred to the school.
After some thought, he decided to explain himself.
After all, he wasn’t the same villainous male lead from the original story, and he didn’t want to leave a bad impression on the female protagonist.
"Hu Yuying, don’t be afraid. I’m not a bad person—wait, no, I mean I’m not a bad guy. I’m actually quite kind. I would never harm or hurt anyone, especially girls. You can relax!"
Hu Yuying found Long Aotian’s words a bit strange, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.
She simply nodded timidly and softly replied, "Mm."
Seeing her nod, Long Aotian was satisfied. He thought to himself, "Good, it seems the female protagonist’s impression of me is starting to change."
In the original story, the female protagonist wouldn’t even acknowledge the original Long Aotian’s existence.
Now, she was nodding and even responding with a soft "Mm." Long Aotian was more than pleased!
"Then you can keep listening to the lecture. I’ll focus on studying too," Long Aotian said, pretending to flip through his textbook.
Hearing this, Hu Yuying secretly glanced at Long Aotian, afraid he might notice, and quickly looked away.
Her small hand gripping the pen tightened slightly.
After a moment of hesitation, she whispered, "Classmate, this is Chinese class. You’ve got the wrong book."
"Huh?" Long Aotian looked at the math book in his hand. "No wonder it felt off."
He quickly found his Chinese textbook and smiled at Hu Yuying. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome, it’s fine." Perhaps amused by Long Aotian’s slightly foolish mistake, Hu Yuying’s eyes curved into crescent moons, and her tone was no longer as reserved as before.
Long Aotian stared at her for a moment, captivated.
Her eyes were beautiful, bright, as if they held all the beauty and hope in the world.
Her lips curved gently, exuding a serene and innocent charm that made one want to tease her.
Maybe even make her cry, just to see her eyes turn red and her delicate, tearful expression...
Shaking his head, Long Aotian quickly dismissed the thought. It was too dangerous, and he had to stop it immediately!
But Hu Yuying just looked so easy to tease.
Taking a deep breath, he turned his attention back to the textbook.
In his previous life, Long Aotian had grown up in an orphanage, where simply surviving and having enough to eat was a struggle.
To make a living, he had dropped out of high school early and started working odd jobs.
In the end, his lack of education meant he could only do manual labor.
After much hardship, he finally landed a sales job, only to find himself transported into this novel on his very first day at work!
Though he didn’t know why he had been reincarnated into this story, it was clear that he had been given another chance to study.
This time, he was determined to seize the opportunity!
Three minutes later, Hu Yuying, who had been diligently taking notes, frowned slightly as a faint snoring sound reached her ears.
She glanced over and saw that the classmate who had spoken to her earlier was now asleep on his desk.
She looked at Long Aotian, then quickly at the teacher at the front of the classroom, worried that he might get called on.
When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, Hu Yuying felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
After the teacher left, the classroom became noisy.
Hu Yuying, being an introverted girl and new to the school, watched as her classmates chatted and laughed with their friends. She didn’t know how to join in.
She simply sat quietly at her desk.
Meanwhile, the other students were curious about the new transfer student.
Seeing Hu Yuying sitting so quietly, looking sweet and shy, a few outgoing girls approached her.
"Hi, I’m Li Qian. Want to be friends?" one of them said.
Hu Yuying’s eyes lit up with joy, unable to hide her excitement.
A soft smile appeared on her lips, and a faint dimple formed on her left cheek, radiating a natural, youthful charm.
Her gentleness seemed innate.
"You’re so cute. Let’s be friends too!" said a slightly chubby boy with darker skin, staring at Hu Yuying with a silly grin.
Hu Yuying hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, surprised that she had made so many friends on her first day.
"If you agreed, then you’re my girlfriend now," the boy said with a smirk.
Hu Yuying’s smile froze. She looked up at the boy, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion, giving off an adorably clueless vibe.
It seemed she didn’t quite understand what he meant.
"Wang Shuo, if you keep talking nonsense, I’ll tell the teacher!" Li Qian glared at Wang Shuo, her eyes filled with disgust.
"Whatever. All you know how to do is tattle. Besides, she agreed to be my friend," Wang Shuo retorted, giving Hu Yuying a meaningful look before sauntering off toward the boys’ restroom.
"Don’t pay attention to people like him. If he bothers you again, just tell the teacher," Li Qian said, shooting a glare at Wang Shuo’s retreating figure.
Seeing Hu Yuying’s soft, easy-to-bully demeanor and her apparent naivety, Li Qian added, "Remember, there are two people in this class you shouldn’t mess with. One is Wang Shuo, and the other..."
She paused, pointing to Long Aotian, who was still asleep by the trash can near Hu Yuying’s seat.
"Every class has its troublemakers. Wang Shuo is one, and so is he.
"But he’s worse than Wang Shuo. He actually gets into fights. Wang Shuo has been beaten up by him before."
Hu Yuying followed Li Qian’s gaze to Long Aotian, who was lightly snoring and drooling.
"Got it?"
"Mm, I understand," Hu Yuying replied softly.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.
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!
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.”
