Watching the strange glow flickering inside Little Hei, Fang Zhiyi couldn't help himself: "What exactly is going on with you..."
Before he could finish, Little Hei suddenly swept him into a tunnel.
Fang Zhiyi, groggy as he woke up, had barely said a word when he saw Little Hei curled into a ball, trembling slightly. Before he could speak again, a knock came at the door. Fang Zhiyi looked around; he was now inside a room. He turned his gaze to Little Hei, who was still balled up, a weird glow flashing across its surface like an electric current.
The knock came again.
Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to go answer the door.
The moment he opened it, a wave of alcohol hit him.
At the doorway stood a drunken man with a frown and a thunderous voice: "Took you long enough to open the door! Is this how your family treats guests? No manners at all!"
Fang Zhiyi stood there, stunned. The man barged straight in, followed by a woman and a young man—looked like a family of three.
The man seemed very familiar with the place. He walked over to the dining table, sat down, grabbed a nearby bottle, and poured himself a drink.
"Noodles should be mixed with No. 42 concrete. The length of this screw can easily affect the performance of the excavator, don’t you think?"
Fang Zhiyi came to his senses, thinking, This guy must be insane.
He noticed that the woman and the young man who came with the drunk had sat down on the living room sofa and pulled out their phones, playing with them.
Suddenly, the drunken man slammed the table with a dull thud: "I’m talking to you, and you’re looking around? You look down on me, don’t you?"
Fang Zhiyi was startled.
The drunk chuckled bitterly to himself: "If you don’t welcome me, just say so." He suddenly started roaring at the top of his lungs, loud enough that the entire building could probably hear him: "Fang Shaohua! I’m at your house! Why are you hiding?"
But after he yelled, there was no sound from inside the house.
Fang Zhiyi walked toward the bedroom, looked around, and saw no one else in the house.
"Uh, there’s no one home."
The drunk sneered again: "Fine. So you knew I was coming, right? I come here and they’re all gone. Great. This is how you treat your own relatives, huh?" He took another big gulp of wine, his face full of resentment.
Fang Zhiyi had no idea what was going on. He just frowned, guessing that the original owner of this body must owe this drunk a lot of money.
"Why didn’t you open the door sooner? Have you no respect for your elders?" The man berated Fang Zhiyi as he drank, while the two people he brought remained calm, staring at their phones.
Suddenly, images flashed in Fang Zhiyi’s mind. He turned in surprise and saw that Little Hei had returned to normal and was blinking at him: "Didn’t think it’d take some effort to fully absorb that system. There are some good things in it..." Little Hei grinned. "Here’s a surprise."
"What surprise..." Before Fang Zhiyi could finish his question, the story began.
The original character was also named Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Little Hei. This was the surprise?
Little Hei shrugged, looking proud.
Since childhood, Fang Zhiyi’s parents had taught him to share and give in. So no matter how much he liked something, he had to let other relatives' kids have it. His dad’s new toy would be broken by a relative’s kid before he even got a chance to play with it. When Fang Zhiyi told his dad, the dad would comfort the kid who broke it and say Fang Zhiyi was being too petty.
From then on, Fang Zhiyi became a bit withdrawn, but the habits he’d formed were hard to break.
When a classmate borrowed money, Fang Zhiyi lent out all his saved allowance. The classmate refused to pay it back. When Fang Zhiyi plucked up the courage to ask, the classmate’s mother scolded him, saying, "So young and already money-grubbing." Though the money was returned, the classmate stopped interacting with him and gossiped behind his back, calling him stingy. This left Fang Zhiyi with very few friends.
During this time, he met a good friend named Yin Tingting.
Yin Tingting said he was a good person and comforted him, saying good people are sure to get good karma. Their relationship grew close—not romantically, but simply as very good friends.
Desperate for friendship, Fang Zhiyi worked even harder to do good deeds to maintain his image in Yin Tingting’s eyes.
For example, he helped an old man who had fallen. Though the old man thanked him profusely at the time, he later showed up at Fang Zhiyi’s house demanding compensation. Fang Zhiyi said Yin Tingting could testify, but when she was found, she was too afraid to speak. In the end, his family had to pay the money.
Even so, when Yin Tingting apologized the next day, Fang Zhiyi forgave her, thinking she was just a girl and afraid.
He never realized that Yin Tingting just thought he was naive and easy to manipulate; she was toying with him while taking advantage of him. Fang Zhiyi cherished their friendship dearly.
In short, Fang Zhiyi was a complete pushover, and a very unlucky one at that.
"This doesn’t seem so hard..." Fang Zhiyi muttered, pursing his lips.
The drunk next to him kept yelling, his voice shaking the walls. Fang Zhiyi frowned and took a deep breath to stop himself from hitting someone.
Little Hei smiled, but there was a hint of guilt in its grin. It also ignored the still-carousing relative.
"It’s not over yet."
The story continued.
Though Fang Zhiyi was a good-natured fool, he was the most normal one in his family.
His younger brother, Fang Zhiyan, had dropped out of school young. He never came home, just hung out with other street kids. With bleached yellow hair and a foul mouth, he once wanted to get some "artistic" tattoos, but it didn’t happen because the family gave him no money.
Fang Zhiyi also had a younger sister. As a child, she was shy and often bullied. When she grew up, she got tangled up with a thug and started seeing him in secret. Fang Zhiyi knew about it, but his sister begged him to keep it quiet. Fang Zhiyi tried to persuade her to focus on her studies. She retorted that he hadn’t achieved anything himself. Frustrated, Fang Zhiyi told their parents.
The result was a huge fight between his quiet sister and their parents, and she ran away from home.
As for their parents, they were two oddballs. Fang Zhiyi’s father, Fang Shaohua, loved gambling. He often stayed out all night and eventually lost his job because of it.
His mother, He Huiqing, was perpetually gloomy, forever complaining about her life. She used guilt-tripping to manipulate her children, but the real pressure fell only on Fang Zhiyi and Fang Xiaoxiao.
As for the rest of the relatives, they were always scheming against each other, only interested in taking advantage and showing off. When real trouble came, they’d do nothing but wait to laugh at the family’s misfortune.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!"
