"Chuanchuan, I'm off to the club."
After school in the afternoon, Ye Chuan packed up his things early and left campus right after saying goodbye to Luo Xi.
Today, he needed to buy a SIM card for Lan Xiaoke, but he also had other errands to run.
Passing by a phone store, Ye Chuan glanced at the sign and walked in.
"I need a data plan SIM," he said as soon as he entered.
"ID card and a hundred yuan," the shopkeeper replied without looking up, sliding a selection of numbers across the counter.
"Mm." Ye Chuan handed over his ID, and after purchasing the SIM, he picked a number and activated it.
The shopkeeper took a look and chuckled. "Ending in 4444? Guess you youngsters really go for these kinds of numbers."
Ye Chuan smirked. "It's not for the living anyway."
The shopkeeper: "?"
Why does this guy sound so creepy?
"Also, get me two phones—good quality, no lag," Ye Chuan added, then paused. "No, make it three. The third one should be the best you’ve got."
The shopkeeper glanced at the phone in Ye Chuan’s hand before pulling out two BlueMi models.
"As for the best one in the store," the shopkeeper said, "that’d be the Apple Pro Max, 256GB."
After a beat, he added, "Ten grand."
"Never mind then," Ye Chuan said.
The shopkeeper wasn’t surprised—Ye Chuan, with his student vibe and BlueMi phone, clearly wasn’t the target customer. But the next moment, Ye Chuan spoke again.
"Make it 1TB. 256GB isn’t enough for photos. And the two BlueMis—highest storage for those too."
The shopkeeper blinked. "We don’t support installment payments here."
"Straight scan," Ye Chuan said impatiently.
"Apple’s fourteen thousand, the two BlueMis three thousand each—total twenty grand."
"Twenty grand? Fine." Ye Chuan swiftly scanned the payment and left with his purchases, leaving the shopkeeper utterly bewildered.
Outside, Ye Chuan looked at the bags in his hand and stashed them directly into his backpack space—no need to carry anything himself, which was undeniably convenient.
Continuing down the street, he spotted a jewelry store.
After a moment’s thought, he walked in.
"Looking for something?" a sales assistant asked as soon as he entered.
"I’ve got some gold here. Wanted to see if you could make a bracelet out of it." Ye Chuan reached into his pocket and placed the gold he’d obtained from his adventures on the glass counter.
The assistant led him to a workshop in the back, where a goldsmith listened to Ye Chuan’s request to turn the fragments into a bracelet.
"Plain band, right?"
The goldsmith weighed the gold on a scale, then frowned. "Kid, this gold’s weight is off."
Ye Chuan paused. Off?
"It’s not 999 purity," the goldsmith said, testing it under a machine before pointing at the reading. "Not the purest. Where’d you get this?"
"Family heirloom," Ye Chuan said offhandedly.
Still, the purity wasn’t too low—just a slight discount for 95% gold.
"Heirloom?" The goldsmith rubbed the metal but didn’t press further.
"Add some more gold to it, then do a silver-wrapped gold finish. Just tell me the price."
Silver-wrapped gold?
An unusual request, but the goldsmith didn’t ask why. "Any other specifics?"
"If possible, engrave 'LX' on the inside."
"Got it. What’s the size?"
Ye Chuan didn’t know bracelet sizes. "No idea. Will height and weight work?"
"Sure."
"168 cm, around 50 kg."
"Then 56 it is."
The goldsmith got to work, and about two hours later, Ye Chuan had his finished piece.
"Added some gold, plus labor—total ten grand," the goldsmith said. "Purity’s solid, and you watched the whole process. Feel free to test it."
"Fine." Ye Chuan paid and left the store, satisfied.
Spending money felt pretty good.
……
With no classes in the afternoon, Ye Chuan was home by a little past five.
The apartment was quiet as he set his things down and slumped into a chair. Suddenly, a ghostly pale female face emerged from the wall beside him.
"Yoooooooo~~~ Back so soon, kiddo?"
Ye Chuan: "..."
Could you not be so terrifying?
Seeing Lan Xiaoke popping her head out of the wall, Ye Chuan suppressed the urge to roll her into a ball and yanked her out instead. "If you come out like that again, I’ll knock your head sideways."
"Mean."
"Hm?" Ye Chuan raised his voice.
"Ah, forgive me, Lord Ye!" Lan Xiaoke floated behind him, massaging his shoulders with an exaggeratedly fawning expression. "Sooo… did you get me a phone?"
"Yep." Ye Chuan pulled out the BlueMi. "Here."
"Woo-hoo!" Lan Xiaoke somersaulted midair in excitement.
"SIM’s already in. Need me to show you how to use it?"
"Nah, I’ve been hiding in the vents watching students use smartphones all day." She waved him off, as if it were child’s play.
But soon, she hit a snag.
Facial recognition didn’t work for her.
The front camera couldn’t detect her face.
After fiddling with it for a while, she silently turned off the feature.
As Lan Xiaoke played with her phone, Ye Chuan asked, "By the way, what about your family?"
After all these years, wasn’t she curious?
"Dunno. Dead, probably?" she replied casually.
"That’s awfully nonchalant."
"If they’d treated me well, I wouldn’t have choked to death on instant noodles," Lan Xiaoke muttered, her playful mood dimming. She brushed aside the bangs covering one eye and drifted toward her room.
"I’m heading back."
"Mm."
Once she was gone, Ye Chuan took the other phone and knocked on Bai Qianshuang’s door. "Qianshuang."
"Just come in," her voice sounded from inside.
Pushing the door open, he found Bai Qianshuang reading.
He glanced at the title—
The Art of Communication.
"You’re… reading this?" Ye Chuan asked.
Bai Qianshuang nodded expressionlessly. "There’s much to learn."
"Like what?"
"Closer terms of address facilitate better interaction." She pondered for a moment before looking at him. "Husband, are you hungry?"
Ye Chuan: "?!"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
