Lv1 Skeleton - Chapter 110

Cheng Yin likes her deskmate Chen Yan for a long time, but she never dared to confess her love for him, and the phrase ‘I like you’ is a secret hidden in her heart, but she can’t help but blurt it out from time to time…
Cheng Yin: “Chen Yan, I’ll whisper something to you.”
Chen Yan always leans over quite cooperatively, “What?”
The words came to her lips, Cheng Yin blushed and changed it into: “Your pants are unzipped.”
Chen Yan: “?”
Later, this kind of useless whispering has become more frequent, and Chen Yan listened again without moving a bit: ” Speak.”
The day of the party, Cheng Yin drink for the first time, Chen Yan became two in front of her eyes, she grabbed the person with both hands, want to try to catch the real Chen Yan, only to have her hand caught, he lowered his head in her ear and said: ” Let me whisper to you.”
Cheng Yin: “…… what?”
Such bad behavior, she thought it was something bad, Cheng Yin checked her pants and made sure the zipper was closed before she lean over.
The man’s breath blew softly in her ear, laced with a bit of the smell of wine.
“I like you.”

- Description from Novelupdates

Lin Wanwan slips a jade bracelet onto her wrist—and steps between two worlds.Side A: neon lights, 5G, instant ramen, MRI machines—an age of abundance where food is fast and friendships sometimes slow.Side B: Tang-dynasty sunshine, cracked earth, locust clouds, emperors who ask villagers to skip meals so soldiers can march. A “golden age” that growls with hunger.Lin has no grand plan—only a wish:let the little bean who waits for her at the gate eat his fill,let the gray-haired elders who calls her “treasure” sleep without fear of famine.Lin Wanwan wants to bring small changes to the world she loves, so the family she cherishes can live a little better, then a little better still—because“I has finally found the place that calls my home.”

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.

Magic. It is a product of neither legends nor fairy tales, but instead has become a technology of reality since a time unknown to people. Supernatural power became a technology systematized through magic, while magic became a technical skill. A “Supernatural Power User” became a “Magic Technician”. Magic Technicians (in short, Magicians) are nurtured through Magic High Schools and Universities. This is a story about: A defective elder brother and low achiever. A perfect, flawless younger sister and high achiever. After both siblings entered a Magic High School, The stage of daily turbulence was unveiled —.