Tail Bait [Infinite]

[Ongoing Contemporary Romance: Skyrocketing to First in the Grade [School]] Looking for Favorites Blurb: During an accident, Ji An gets caught up in a terrifying infinite-flow game. After completing the beginner tutorial, Ji An is horrified to discover that he has become shorter, but stronger. The height he had spent years proudly boasting about has shrunk to average. He has also grown snowy-white fox ears and a tail, along with long hair and silver eyes. He is constantly so hungry that his vision goes blurry, and only Qi Ying's blood can ease his hunger. Because his power is depleted, he can't maintain his human form. Every so often, there's a sudden poof, and a fluffy little ball with nine perky tails appears, sitting blankly on a textbook and staring at Qi Ying, his deskmate, who is writing answers with his head bowed and a pen in hand. Once he comes to his senses: In his imagination: ferocious and terrifying.jpeg In reality: Awooo. The tip of a pen pokes his tail. Just as he's about to roar in fury, a plump, fragrant, delicious wrist is offered to him. #NeverBeenThisSpeechlessInMyLife# Climbing Wudang, heading north to the frontier, taking ferries... After countless hardships, he finally regains his human form. Then Ji An's vision goes black again. [The game is officially live.] [Welcome to the Terror Reincarnation.] - To survive and return to the real world in time for his exams, Ji An gives up on the game from the very beginning. Amid a stampede of footsteps and screams, he calmly squats by the roadside, begging for food while using a charcoal pencil to work out math problems on the ground. Then a pair of shoes stops in front of him, and a slender hand tosses a leftover watermelon seed shell into his bowl. ? ! And so, kindhearted Qi Ying decides to take in his pitiful deskmate. The GM is actually him?! One day, after they have fallen deeply in love: "Do you remember? I don't, anyway." "I don't remember either." "You really don't remember any of it? Not a thing? Think carefully before you answer." "About as much as you remember." "And what do you remember?" "Just a little." Even the demon can't stand it anymore. "Why don't you both compromise? You can pretend he wasn't the one who dug up your grave or caused the fall of your kingdom, and he can pretend you didn't drag him off his divine throne and ruin his name for eternity. He can pretend he doesn't know your three secret identities. Then you can both pretend to have amnesia and stop bringing up how you dressed like teenagers to sneak around and test each other, okay?!" Two swords are drawn with a sudden, sharp hiss. [World Channel] [Five Colors] Has anyone seen Nine-Tails? Tell him to come out and talk. [Treasure Hunt: Monsters, Let's Go Together] Forming a party, we're short one main damage dealer. Ask Nine-Tails if he wants to join. [Zhedong Immortals Group] @Nine-TailsBaba @Nine-TailsBaba @Nine-TailsBaba, we're discussing the paperwork for becoming immortals. Get in touch as soon as you see this. [Pixiu] Your damage dealer defected to the other side. [Everyone] ? They hurry to the scene of the incident. Inside the BOSS's lair, the fearsome fox who had taken on a whole mountain's worth of opponents and beaten them to tears just a few days ago is hiding behind the young Demon King. His eyes, red from being kissed, narrow dangerously. Birds scatter in every direction. Long-haired, white-haired, nine-tailed fox uke & gloomy, aloof, cool seme who's sweet on the inside but dark underneath Tomb-raiding arc (√) School arc (√) Daoist arc (√) Republican-era arc (√) Western fantasy arc (√) Ancient arc (√) Note: His secret identity is revealed in Chapter 188. *Warning: His original name is Ji An. Li Si'an is a secret identity, and Ji Sui is another secret identity. He'll eventually return to using his real name, Ji An. *A sweeping story spanning a thousand years, from power struggles in a fictional ancient Warring States era to a Western fantasy war between the gods of Heaven and Hell. It includes extensive Daoist worldbuilding and the sweeping love and hate shared by three generations of one large family: the male lead (the nine-tailed fox), his adoptive father (a monk), his adoptive grandfather (a Daoist priest), his biological father (a Buddhist holy son), his biological mother (a fox), and his stepmother (the power behind the throne). The gods' war, Ragnarok, and multiple worldlines and guilds are barely mentioned, so don't expect much from those elements. [Ongoing Contemporary Romance: Skyrocketing to First in the Grade [School]] Looking for Favorites "Hey, have you heard? The provincial first and second place students both got beaten. That new transfer girl beat Xun and Jing, too." A pretty girl transferred to Nan High. With inky hair, dark eyes, and hair down to her waist, she was breathtaking, drawing every boy in school to watch her. Someone noticed the boy by the door, looking lazy and not even lifting his head. "Brother Xun, I think that's your deskmate." Chi Xun walked past without pausing or even moving an eyelid. "Don't care." Everyone thought Song Ci was a useless pretty face. Who knew that a few months later, in the province-wide exams, she would beat both him and his archenemy, rocketing straight to first in the grade? Song Ci had long heard that Meng Shijing was the most troublesome delinquent in the whole southern district, while Chi Xun was cold and arrogant. The two had always been like fire and water, but for the first time, they found common ground because of one person. The two pampered prodigies, used to being the center of attention, had their pride ground into the dirt. Unable to hold back after school, they went to find Song Ci at the same time. Cornered by both of them, the petite, slender girl hugged her books and said softly, "Sorry, I was just taking a random guess." At the flag-raising ceremony, Chi Xun issued a challenge. He rolled the two syllables of Song Ci's name around his tongue, lingering and tender, sending the whole school into an uproar. In Chi Xun's mind: Let's settle this at the next eight-school exam. Everyone else: Is this how the top student confesses? Chi Xun wouldn't give up. Song Ci was cornered against a wall, the boy's arm braced above her head like steel, his breath close enough to feel. She looked up at him through her lashes. The air between them was charged, but he gave her a wicked smile and said casually, "I signed up for three more tutoring classes and hired two foreign tutors. I get up at five every day and sleep only six hours." Song Ci came to Nanzhou with a secret: she had quietly fallen for the boy who went with her to watch the starry night and the rosy dawn, sang her to sleep when she was ill, told her not to push herself, and took her out to make friends and share meals. She would always remember that midsummer, when the boy got dead drunk and asked, holding himself back with all his might, "Can I hold your hand?" His friends teased Chi Xun, asking if he liked her. By chance, Song Ci overheard Chi Xun, already sober, tell his friends, "I bet I'll be first in the grade again on the next exam. Ci'er won't score as high as me. She hasn't been studying lately." After that, Song Ci never spoke to Chi Xun again. He was left flustered and at a loss. After losing her, he scored highly, but it all felt pointless. He regretted it bitterly and apologized to her again and again, but she never softened toward him. Later, he fell out with his family and ran away from home, singing at a bar. Song Ci pulled Chi Xun to his feet. His eyes were bloodshot from the alcohol, his expression shattered. Unable to control his own life, he could only keep repeating her name, as if it were fragile porcelain in his mouth. "Please be my girlfriend." He carefully took her fingertips in his hand, eyes red and voice hoarse. "I'll give you first place." I will always submit to you, my little princess. / The Chi family has been a distinguished clan for a century. Everyone knows that the second young master, Chi Xun, is a notorious hard case. Cool and noble, he has always been cold-hearted and aloof, majestic as a jade mountain, a solitary pine amid white snow, an elegant orchid-like gentleman. People say his nature is like ice and snow, impossible to melt. At a drinking party, the jacket Chi Xun took off accidentally revealed a vivid, blood-red cherry blossom tattoo on his arm, as bright as blood from the heart. Someone asked about it out of curiosity. He answered casually, "Just got it for fun." In an accidental photo, the youngest daughter of the Song family appeared, dazzlingly beautiful, bold and radiant, with a cherry blossom-shaped birthmark on her forehead that suited her perfectly. Netizens dug up the fact that the shape of her bright red birthmark was exactly like the cinnabar mole the movie star had tattooed on himself and kept close to his heart. Early story: childhood friends at school, sweet at first, then heartbreak and regret. Later story: designer x entertainment-industry movie star. Upcoming contemporary BL novel, Bringing the World-Destroying Villain Dad to a Parenting Variety Show [Entertainment Industry], looking for favorites~ Blurb: Shen Gu transmigrated into a book three years ago. In the brutally competitive cultivation world, he barely managed to survive until the late Golden Core stage. The last thing he saw before dying was his handsome, sinister adoptive father, who bore a blood feud, holding a sword with a faint smile as he prepared to destroy the universe. A banana peel foiled the destruction. The two transmigrated together, back to the real world. After transmigrating back to the original world, Shen Gu, an obscure idol barely known to anyone, returned to the moment before he had transmigrated into the book. Thinking back on those three years, he wanted to throw in the towel and walk away. Being someone's son was bad enough, but being treated like a grandson? He wasn't doing it anymore! "Where are we?" A small hand suddenly tugged at Shen Gu's sleeve, accompanied by a childish little voice. With a solemn air, Shen Gu slowly, slowly lowered his head. His adoptive father, all six-foot-two of him, with black hair, black eyes, and a cold, ruthless manner, had turned into a soft, chubby little toddler. Oh. Oh, this... With a wager hanging over his head, Shen Gu was forced to join a parenting variety show, bringing along his adoptive father, who had turned into a little kid. His dad might be a world-destroying villain, but he was only three and a half now, and had to call Shen Gu "Dad" through gritted teeth. What goes around comes around. Shen Gu laughed louder than he ever had before, but still crouched down and pretended to comfort Gu Lin, bracing his back. With a wicked grin in front of Gu Lin's face, dark enough to drip water, he pointed his thumb at himself. Your dad's got your back. However... On a deserted island, while the other children gazed hopefully into the distance waiting for their dads, Shen Gu's kid gave a cold smile, speared fish with one hand and shot birds with the other. He was good at everything. Shen Gu: Son, I'm counting on you. While the kid next door cried, yelled, and called out for his dad, Shen Gu's kid started a fire in the wild, built a shelter, gathered supplies, and showed off astonishing cooking skills. Shen Gu sat in the front row munching on seeds and blowing on a rolled-up paper whistle. "What a great kid~" Gu Lin's neck flushed red, and he even blew on the grilled meat on a bamboo skewer to cool it before handing it to him. Truly heartwarming! The two had somehow turned a parenting variety show into a story of a three-year-old son carrying his disabled father to victory in the entertainment industry. While the other children were still refusing to get out of bed, a doll-like little boy was bustling around. Shen Gu was half-asleep and muddled with a high fever, waiting for someone to feed him. Shen Gu: Daddy. (whiny, tearful voice) Audience: ?? Audience: Please have some mercy. The parenting variety show became a massive hit, and three-and-a-half-year-old Gu Lingling (Gu Lin) won the title of "National Dad" by a landslide. [The kid is way too powerful. He's such a great national dad! It must be hard having to raise his dad the other way around!] [I'm not here to break up this family. I'm here to join it! Handsome, look at me.] [Does the kid need another dad? I'll gladly become his wife!] Just as the whole internet was shipping them, news suddenly broke about the Gu family's secrets. Apparently, the kid's dad was a direct heir to a wealthy family. Shen Gu: That's got to be fake. How would I not know? The next day, Gu Lin, back in his own body, came to him and said he would return to the wealthy family as its true young master. It turned out that Gu Lin's body turning into that of a three-and-a-half-year-old in the real world was part of a wealthy family's plot. Shen Gu: Wait, so he's still playing the tragic, beautiful, powerful, and unhinged villain in this world? Nooo! I thought it would be a schoolkid romance, but later it really does turn into a patron and his kept lover situation. Fine, then, I'll give him whatever he wants. *The seme gets the fake-versus-real young master plot in the real world. *The uke is sickly and beautiful. Upcoming ancient BL novel, The Treacherous Minister Oversteps, looking for favorites. Word has it that the imperial prince, Prince Yan Shen Nian, is a spoiled wastrel. He spends his days learning nothing, throwing his weight around, and lazing about. His father, Emperor Gaozong, points at him and calls him a good-for-nothing. Everyone thinks he's useless, but his sweet, adopted nephew of a different surname, the one he accidentally saved, always looks at him with his dark eyes whenever they meet and says, "Greetings, Imperial Uncle." The old eunuch in his palace would call out, "The heir apparent is here!" "The heir apparent is here again!" "The heir apparent!" Then the door would slam shut. Shen Nian idly rolled the bright, plump beads of his Buddhist prayer bracelet, cultivating his body and mind, until one day, his family was struck by tragedy. The so-called struggle among four princes for the throne turned vicious, and he outlasted his father, then his elder brother. Beneath the mourning hall, Shen Nian, dressed in mourning white, went to pay his respects with tears in his eyes. Suddenly he bumped into a huge shadow. Shen Nian thought that they really ought to discuss who would inherit the throne, and was about to seek out his family and join forces. Before Shen Nian could take a step, the shadow of the youth, now gone, revealed its fangs. A deep, hoarse voice like a beast's whispered against his pale cheek. "You look so beautiful when you cry, little Imperial Uncle." Early story: the spoiled, good-for-nothing Prince Yan & the scheming, deeply calculating heir next door. Later story: the young emperor raised to the throne & the ruthless regent. Upcoming GL novel, The Wild Daji's Care and Feeding Guide, looking for favorites. The eldest princess of Great Chu was renowned throughout the capital at fifteen. Jewels in her robes glittered, and her brilliance was blinding. Then one day, a minister framed her, and she lost the emperor's favor. She meant to clear her name, but Emperor Chuzhuang died before she could act, leaving everything beyond saving. Just as she was losing hope, Ji Qianyu glimpsed a flash of fiery red fur. The new young wife and concubine her late father had just married had barely entered the palace in her wedding finery when her husband died. Ji Qianyu remembered that on the day Yan Yao'an married, ten miles of wedding gifts stretched before her, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. It was a spectacle rarely seen in a century. Unfortunately, Emperor Chuzhuang was gravely ill, so Ji Qianyu, his eldest princess, had represented him at the wedding. Wearing a red robe as the groom, she had led the imperial consort through all three matchmaker meetings and six betrothal rites. When they met again, the consort's foxlike eyes were swollen and red. She clutched a strip of white silk, about to take her own life. Yan Yao'an knew all too well the consequences of failing her mission. She carried the fate of a fallen kingdom on her shoulders, or her whole family would be wiped out. She had come to Great Chu with the goal of bringing down the kingdom. Emperor Chuzhuang was dead, and after a bout of grief, she wanted to end her life early. When she looked up, she saw a pair of cool, aloof eyes fixed on her without blinking. The woman stood with her arms folded, watching her. "There are a thousand ways to fight in the palace. This is the first time I've seen a consort hang herself. How novel," the peerlessly noble princess said. How could this be? Heartbroken, she closed her eyes. "Please lift your noble foot, Your Highness the Eldest Princess. You're stepping on my tail." Ji Qianyu hadn't heard her clearly. Stepping on what? But she did lift her boot, and Yan Yao'an made a beeline for the white silk. In the end, she didn't have the nerve. Under Ji Qianyu's cold gaze, she jumped down, only to land on top of the princess. They both fell to the ground. Yan Yao'an was utterly exhausted. Perhaps her conscience had stirred. Ji Qianyu stroked her damp black hair. "Your Highness, ghosts who hang themselves are very ugly." Yan Yao'an raised her head, half-dead. As the ruler of Qingqiu, under immense pressure, her fiery red tail swished around sorrowfully in the air of its own accord, accidentally slapping Ji Qianyu's dangling hand. Ji Qianyu paused. "Your fox tail is showing." "Mother Consort." After that, the Noble Consort went to the princess's palace every day, waiting to be fed. The Eldest Princess had a kind heart and couldn't bear to see a poor little creature trying to end its life. She would occasionally visit her father's widow. The little fox was very polite. Every time she came, she would voluntarily reveal her big, fluffy, bright red tail and look up at the princess, waiting to be petted. Ji Qianyu stared at the fiery tip of her tail and thought silently: I suppose that works. More than eight hundred days into her slacking off and refusing to do her job, Yan Yao'an's dry, scruffy fur had been groomed until it shone. She no longer even needed Ji Qianyu to come over. Yan Yao'an could leap up and run over excitedly on her own, both fox ears perked high as she waited to be fed. She had thought the devastating beauty would be impossible to control. So why did her merits keep piling up, and the world keep growing more peaceful? Another day of hoping for world peace. *Cool, white-robed Imperial Lord uke & fluffy fox seme who is bloodthirsty in her true form. Upcoming contemporary BL novel, The Sweet, Delicate Beauty Kicks the BOSS Down [Quick Transmigration], looking for favorites. "What's my mission?" "You are delicate and charming, a weepy little crybaby, a beautiful doddering flower. Your mission is to coast," said System 2333. Si Ruan accidentally bound himself to a scum-punishing System. After spending half his life as a beautiful, tragic, powerful man, Si Ruan was unexpectedly told that in his newly bound scum-punishing System, he was neither a pursuer nor the object of pursuit. Instead, Si Ruan had gotten the beloved cannon fodder role. 2333: You're a crybaby cutie carefully selected by the System. Just focus on looking pretty. 2333: Why aren't you saying anything? With the aftereffects of brain-computer damage making his head produce tears without his realizing it, Si Ruan remained expressionless. "Oh." With his harmless, innocent-looking face, Si Ruan became famous on the forums overnight. He had porcelain-white skin and innocent puppy eyes that drooped slightly at the corners. As soon as he entered the game, the livestream chat for the adorable airhead went wild. [Should we go through the formalities first, or just start calling him wife?] [His tear mole is so beautiful. He looks so pitiful when he cries. Damn, I'm drooling and my underwear is flying!] [I can't believe we met in Haishi.] Si Ruan fought through his dizziness and stood up. A haunting at the start, and the villain began killing. A handsome man forced Si Ruan into a corner. On screen, the pretty boy's tears streamed nonstop as he leaned against the wall, pale and weak, gasping for breath. [Girl, cry a little so the hot guy can carry you! Make it the sort of pathetic cry that makes everyone want to protect you. Let's go, let's rank up!] As the man approached step by step, Si Ruan lifted his pale face. Si Ruan: "Get lost. I'll count to three." [Wait, why is this going a little differently than expected?] An unexpected incident took place above the underground city. A group of people were surrounded, and they were getting anxious. Under the shadow of a total party wipe, the delicate little weakling everyone had believed in was seen kicking the BOSS down with a swift move. The entire scene fell silent. [Big... bro, bro! orz] [Big bro must be tired after fighting so many monsters. Let me light your cigarette.] How come, when his beloved-by-all attribute is maxed out, he keeps gaining more and more underlings instead? At certain times on voice chat: "Ruanruan, what are you doing?" "Working," someone answered briefly. A new player entered the livestream, looking utterly confused, then clicked away. The huge title said it was the livestream of a sweet, delicate crybaby. Yet there was a beautiful, battle-worn man earnestly polishing weapons, covered in dust. The newcomers kept asking, while the old hands in chat had already figured it out. Holding their tea like penguins, they said, "Brother Ruan's taken down the Dragon King again." [Whoa, are the cybernetic enhancement tests starting already? My Ruan got abandoned by his family for being such a good-for-nothing back then. Maybe he shouldn't go after all.] [Wait, look! Why did the testing machine suddenly explode?] [Holy crap, his bloodline's at its limit! Am I seeing things? It's still rising! Husband!!!] [Another SSS+ rank!] *Sweet-looking on the outside, cool-headed on the inside. *The aloof Si Ruan takes on dragons barehanded. *The Quick Transmigration worlds are based on the author's own settings. Open worlds, co-op, PVP, PVE, brain-computer interface connected to headquarters, cyberpunk elements, and a central city. Theme: Even after enduring darkness, never give up. Seek the moon and push against the current.