"Brother... how could you do this?!" Liu Yuan pointed at the empty cup, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Did you really... drink both cups all by yourself?!"
The free milk tea!
The special straw!
Her romantic surprise!
All gone!
Su Qi watched as his sister's cheeks flushed red with anger, her expression resembling a puffed-up kitten. He leisurely wiped his mouth with a napkin.
With an utterly sincere tone, Su Qi remarked, "Hmm, it was pretty good. Just a bit too filling."
"......"
Liu Yuan felt a lump of frustration stuck in her chest, unable to rise or fall.
Was this about the taste?!
Was this about whether he was full or not?!
Ugh, just burst already...
She glared at Su Qi’s oblivious face, then at Yun Huang beside him, who was clearly struggling to hold back laughter.
With a pitiful "hmph," she turned her head away, wearing an expression that screamed, "I’m never talking to you again!"
Her small shoulders quivered slightly from anger.
Su Qi hadn’t expected his sister to react so strongly to his teasing...
He glanced at his data panel.
[Not every danger can be strolled through as casually as a walk in your own backyard.]
[True strength lies in power earned by oneself, not borrowed from another’s light.]
[Punishment Task: Collect 9,999 points of Joy within 24 hours as ‘protection fee.’]
[Optional Punishment Task: Embark on an... interesting adventure.]
So...
Given that his delightfully foolish—and point-rich—little sister was the only viable source...
If he wanted to gather 9,999 points in a day, he had no choice but to target her.
Hence, the earlier scene.
Su Qi might lack romantic experience, but he wasn’t actually dense enough to do something so ‘unbelievably stupid’ without reason.
"Brother... you did that on purpose!" Liu Yuan’s voice wavered with the threat of tears.
Su Qi had done it on purpose.
But would he admit it?
Clearly, he was bold in action but not in confession.
"Alright, alright." Su Qi reached out, intending to ruffle her hair as usual.
Liu Yuan dodged with lightning reflexes, evading his "claws" and shooting him a wary glare. "What?!"
His hand hovered mid-air, but he didn’t seem embarrassed. Instead, he smoothly withdrew it and gestured toward the door. "How about we head to the next spot?"
Liu Yuan pouted. Despite her anger, she hadn’t forgotten today’s plans.
She shot him one last glare, punctuated by a loud "hmph," signaling a temporary ceasefire.
But her expression made it clear: This isn’t over!
She latched onto Yun Huang’s arm, deliberately walking ahead and leaving Su Qi behind to emphasize her displeasure.
Her head drooped slightly, strands of hair veiling her profile, leaving only a sulky back-of-the-head visible.
Her shoulders continued to tremble, as if silently protesting her brother’s "tyranny."
Su Qi followed at a leisurely pace.
The afternoon sun was harsh, and the streets bustled with people.
Liu Yuan seemed to cool off a little, chattering animatedly to Yun Huang while occasionally glancing back to shoot Su Qi a sharp look—either checking if he was still there or continuing her silent condemnation.
Meanwhile, Su Qi pondered his next source of [Joy].
9,999 points. In one day.
The optional task mentioned an "interesting adventure."
Su Qi had little faith in the system’s idea of ‘interesting.’ Past experience told him that its version of ‘fun’ rarely aligned with his own.
So, the "protection fee" had to be paid.
But simply annoying Liu Yuan wasn’t efficient enough, and pushing her too far risked her actually ignoring him—which would backfire spectacularly.
Sensing the "pufferfish" had mostly deflated, Su Qi quickened his steps to catch up.
"Alright, don’t be mad." His voice softened slightly. "My bad."
Liu Yuan blinked, caught off guard.
Su Qi... actually apologized?
It wasn’t the most heartfelt apology, but still...
"Hmph!" She turned away again, though the tension in her face visibly eased.
"Next time, whatever you want to drink or eat," Su Qi continued casually, though his words carried weight, "just point it out. I’ll buy it for you."
Liu Yuan peeked at him from the corner of her eye.
Anything?
Really?
Her internal scales began to tip.
Sure, the free milk tea was gone... but in exchange, she could get anything she wanted? And, more importantly, it’d be bought by her brother...
Maybe... this wasn’t so bad?
After a long internal struggle, Liu Yuan finally succumbed to the temptation of "I’ll buy you anything."
In a small, reluctant mumble, she said, "You said it yourself..."
"Yeah." Su Qi agreed.
"No take-backs!"
"No take-backs."
Only then did Liu Yuan’s mood fully clear, though she couldn’t resist grumbling under her breath, "Brother’s such an idiot... He doesn’t get girls at all..."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
