Tao Ling’s surname is Tao, and therefore he loves to escape. However, there is nowhere to escape in life, including dreamland—until he stumbles upon a young florist.

The name of the young man is Wen Qingying. He can neither speak nor hear.

As such, Tao Ling would come around the flower shop every day to chit-chat as much as he pleased. Then one day, the young man suddenly spoke, “I’ve caught you red-handed many times.”

Tao Ling: “???”

Wen Qingying: “I won’t expose you as long as you come home with me.”

Tao Ling: “!!!”

Note: Tao Ling’s surname, Tao(陶tao2) sounds the same as “escape” in Chinese.

The human body is a representation of the world, controlled by internal desires. Desire is driven by will. The will communicates desires through the body and governs our world.

When your world becomes dazzling and shining like never before because of the arrival of a person, you should be alert. That is the collapse of will.

***

Shang Muxiao x Bei Jie

Indifferent college student gong x cold and rational associate professor in a wheelchair shou

Because of a shocking group s*x scandal, two male actors took the initiative to bind themselves together. It’s a story about their sweet and professional life together.

A typical but not very traditional entertainment novel.

The jokes might be old, but they’re sweet.

Qin Juran finds herself transmigrated into an old-fashioned campus romance novel one day. The original character was a typical pretty but feeble “white lotus.”* Nothing but a dense crybaby, ignorant in many ways.

After being used as cannon fodder, pushed around through and through by the male lead, she ends up happily ever after with the same male lead who did nothing but look at her coldly throughout the entire story.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Juran finds herself standing on top of a podium, a black minidress-wearing, smokey-eyed, pretty younger student standing besides her. She held a letter in her hand, saying, “Qin Juran, you say that you don’t like Fan Chuan, but your love letter sure says differently!”

Amidst the stares of all the classmates around her, Qin Juran curved her lips and grabbed the letter, ripping it apart in a single motion. She stepped closer to the girl and leaned one hand on the blackboard behind her, tilting her chin up with the other. “What, are you jealous, babe?”

Ruan Nan: ???

The rest of the class: ???

Ruan Nan: “Qin Juran, actually, I never liked Fan Chuan in the first place. I just wanted to steal something of yours.”

Qin Juran: “What do you know, I never liked Fan Chuan either. I’d rather steal your heart.”

“My name is Qin Juran, ‘Ju’ as in ‘unJUst desires.’ “My name is Ruan Nan, ‘Nan’ as in ‘iNANe life.’”**

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As Qin Juran read that old-fashioned campus romance novel, she hated the white lotus main character, of the same name, from the start. Instead, she was fascinated by the cool, brave, dashing, straightforward “evil” second female lead. She always hoped that one day in the future…

“Ruan Nan, do you know what it means, to long that for ‘one day’”?

**The Chinese character for “jū” in Qin Juran’s name is the same character as in the term “jūxīnpǒcè,” which means to harbor ill intentions. Similarly, the character for “nán” in Ruan Nan’s name is in the term “Tài nánle,” which is an expression for “life is too hard.” These were the closest equivalents I could come up with English.

Cheng Qianye transmigrates to a period of turbulent war and s*avery.

Though at first, she is reluctant to accept her situation, she can’t bring herself to ignore the devastating situation before her.

After meeting Mo Qiao Sheng, a miserable s*ave on the verge of death, she saves him and takes the first step to bringing about change.

With the help of her system which shows her the aura of a person, she gathers loyal allies and sets about to abolish s*avery and unify the country.

Note: This story focuses more on character development and the overall growth of the political situation. Although political, this is an easy read without too many complicated twists.

There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.”

Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant.

The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?”

Wen Shi: “Me.”

Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.

In a world controlled by a super artificial intelligence computer, persecuted male humans gather in Lost Paradise and execute their last stand. They have spent decades developing their “God Descent Plan” – to steal the North American server of the super artificial intelligence “Eden”, download it into the body of a male human “Adam”, tame and control him, and use him against the omniscient “God”.

Zhang Xun, an unmarried tech nerd, was fortunate (unfortunate?) to be in charge of the final stage of the plan – to be responsible for maintaining and taming Adam. Now he was facing a life form with a human body and a mechanical brain, a reverse version of Ghost in the Shell, and Zhang Xun’s life was plunged into confusion and chaos, and in the struggle to control or be controlled, his life became exhausting.

After Song Juyao died and emerged from the virtual world, she learned that her entire life had just been a reality show which was led and controlled by others.

One billion viewers watched this live broadcast, all of them pointing fingers at her and ridiculing her life whilst the director team thought up every possible method to design setbacks for her, pulling her into the mud over and over again.

Then, Song Juyao was reborn. This time, her memory was not suppressed.

This was a crazy world. People were discontent and bored of their lives. They had also lost their enthusiasm for various kinds of entertainment, falling to the point of seeking all sorts of thrills in order to arouse their emotions.

Later, they found a precious treasure. She was perfect. They held her in the palm of their hands and went wild for her. They even regarded her as a God and worshipped her fanatically.

There are thousands of scumbags in the world, each with their own type of tr*shy entanglement.

They make a stand for every step and have a devious heart, their modus operandi? Start stirring up feelings and eventually abandon the people they have schemed against. With having nothing but fame and fortune in their eyes, these scumbags forsake the sincerity of others and forget about it after using them.

The Scumbag Reformation System raised its arms and exclaimed: Reform and become a new person! The sea of suffering is endless and turning back is what it means to be on the shore!

Both good and evil will eventually be rewarded, the Heavenly Path is good for reincarnation. When those scumbags who have done all bad deeds get a chance to be reborn, they start their miserable career of being forced to reform.

【No Work】 Electric Shock x 10

【Sitting back and enjoying the benefits】 Electric shock x20

【Stirring up chaos and forsaking】 Electric shock x50

【Deceiving and cheating money】 Electric shock x100

Scumbag Reformation System smiled: “What is our slogan again?”

The scumbags gritted their teeth silently: “……Reform well and become a new person!”

In the humid heat of July, students within the crowded classroom couldn’t breathe properly under the tremendous pressure of the intensive exams.

Guo Jingyu’s forehead was damp with sweat.

He saw the figure seated in front of him as soon as he glanced up. His back was as straight as it had always been, his white shirt school uniform had a mild soap scent, and his hair was neatly parted. He was accompanied by the steady rustle of a pen.

Guo Jingyu laughed, as if he’d been freed of a huge burden, and gently nudged the person in front of him twice with a pen, saying in a hushed whisper, “Li Tongzhou?” The teen in front of him halted and didn’t say anything, but he extended his hand behind him and handed him something.

Guo Jingyu was lying motionless on his desk. With his fingers, he poked Li Tongzhou’s palm, which the other gently gripped.

In our youth’s fiery love, you’ve always been the only one.