“A weasel paying a New Year’s visit to a chicken—clearly up to no good.” Su Ze grew wary. The woman before him had a history of conflict with him. He had once sent her to the police station, so why was she now giving a phone to little Akizuki?
“A chicken? You’re more like a duck!” Situ Jiajia scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t overthink it, okay? What could I possibly want from you? With your looks…” Situ Jiajia glanced at Su Ze’s strikingly handsome face and swallowed hard, “Well, you’ve got something going on, but just a little. I’m not interested in you.”
Su Ze took the cigarette from his mouth and rolled his eyes. “Then why did you just swallow your saliva? Don’t get any ideas about me. Messing with a minor is a death sentence.”
“You’re such a legal illiterate. At most, you’d get ten years. Only those under fourteen could face the death penalty, and you’re seventeen. You probably couldn’t even sue me.” Situ Jiajia also rolled her eyes and turned to Uesugi Akizuki. “Do you want it or not? My arm’s getting tired.”
Situ Jiajia had her reasons for giving Uesugi Akizuki the phone. She wanted to ship the couple, and subtle hints would do the trick. The secret technique of the Rakshasa could only deduce the broad strokes; the finer details remained hazy.
As long as she acted with discretion, she wouldn’t be discovered. Moreover, she had obtained a mysterious object from a beggar-like old mystic, something that seemed to obscure the workings of fate, making the Rakshasa’s technique even harder to detect.
Uesugi Akizuki stared at the phone, torn. She knew it would make it easier to contact Su Ze, but Su Ze seemed reluctant to let her take it.
Su Ze noticed the longing in her eyes. He took the phone, examined it, and confirmed it was just an ordinary device with no issues. He then handed it to little Akizuki. “Take it.”
Situ Jiajia asked, somewhat unrealistically, “Shouldn’t you pull out a hundred thousand from your pocket, toss it to me, and say domineeringly, ‘I never owe anyone favors. Since my woman likes it, I’ll buy it.’?”
Su Ze was speechless. “If you’re giving it away, why should I buy it?”
“Besides, this phone probably costs less than ten thousand. Why would I spend a hundred thousand on it? Am I out of my mind, or do I have too much money?”
“You must have read too many domineering CEO novels.”
“Who carries a hundred thousand in cash in their pocket?”
Seeing Su Ze’s matter-of-fact attitude, she felt a bit lost. “Is he really this shameless?”
It wasn’t that he was shameless; it was just that Su Ze was too pragmatic. She had indeed read too many domineering CEO novels.
But Su Ze, a man who exuded dominance in battle and was incredibly handsome, should have fulfilled at least some of her fantasies.
Even though Su Ze’s words were reasonable and realistic, why did they still give her a sense of shamelessness?
Su Ze smiled faintly. “I can be shameless, but I can’t be broke.”
Situ Jiajia was stunned.
What she didn’t know was that Su Ze’s seemingly joking remark was his heartfelt truth. He had been scarred by poverty as a child.
He had experienced three days of drinking tap water in a park to stave off hunger. He had stolen food with his younger brother, only to be beaten for it. Later, he stopped his brother from joining him and stole alone.
Even as a thief, he had principles. He only stole food, never money, and he kept track of which families he had stolen from.
At fifteen, he ventured into a mysterious realm, fought for money, and then repaid every family he had wronged.
From a young age, he understood the importance of money far better than his peers.
So he wouldn’t waste it, nor would he be foolish enough to spend a hundred thousand on a phone worth less than ten thousand, just to show off in front of little Akizuki, who had little understanding of money.
“By the way, what’s your deal? When you ran into me last time, it wasn’t just because you were into me, was it?” Su Ze suddenly asked.
“My deal? You’re already checking my background?” Situ Jiajia tilted her head. “Then I’ll check yours too. Let’s grab our household registers and head to the civil affairs bureau. After we register, I’ll give you a thorough background check.”
“…” Su Ze was speechless. Talking to this woman was exhausting. He was already unserious, but she matched him perfectly. He had met his match.
Little Akizuki listened to their back-and-forth, utterly confused. She understood every word, but when put together, it was like listening to gibberish.
Though she had gained more common sense and wasn’t as naive as before, this kind of divine dialogue still overloaded her brain.
Su Ze shrugged, deciding not to engage further. “Thanks for the phone. We’ll be going now.”
Hand in hand, Su Ze and little Akizuki walked down the empty street. The warm sunlight, like a smiling angel spreading its wings, embraced the silver-haired boy and the wine-red-haired girl, a match made in heaven.
The trees on either side of the road cast dappled shadows. Su Ze sneakily reached behind the girl and tapped her shoulder. Little Akizuki turned around, puzzled, but saw no one. As she turned back, Su Ze pinched her soft, pale cheek, amused by her reaction, and chuckled warmly.
The girl stared at the boy in confusion. His smile was like sunlight breaking through after rain, warm and flowing into her heart.
Somehow, as if infected by his warmth, the little red-haired shrine maiden in her red-and-white miko outfit also smiled under the gentle orange light. Her amber eyes met the boy’s as he pinched her cheek, and she smiled back, her expression innocent and pure.
“Kiss! Kiss!” Situ Jiajia whispered excitedly, her blood pressure rising as she recorded the scene on her phone.
Unfortunately, the two walked further and further away, disappearing from her sight without any further progress.
Her eyes burned with frustration, and she gritted her teeth so hard that her phone creaked under her grip, the screen cracking.
It felt like she was ready for something, but then it just didn’t happen. What could she do? She was nothing!
After calming down for a while, Situ Jiajia smiled faintly. As long as that phone was in Uesugi Akizuki’s hands, everything was set!

Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"