"Forget it, call me whatever you like. You can even call me big brother if you want." Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "We'll be living under the same roof from now on. Letting you use an old blanket would be too embarrassing for me."
Fang Qingci opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She never could have imagined having so many things today.
"Oh, right. I'll contact a school tomorrow. You need to get an education. You don't want to end up a semi-illiterate like your ex-parents."
Fang Qingci's mouth dropped open. "Go... go to school?"
"Yeah, don't you like school?"
She lowered her head. "I do, but Mom said..."
"Ex-mom," Fang Zhiyi corrected her deadpan.
"Ex-mom said it's useless for girls to go to school..."
"Bullshit! She's just jealous!" Fang Zhiyi cursed out loud, making Fang Qingci flinch.
Fang Zhiyi subconsciously lowered his voice. "From now on, you study hard, understand? I have plenty of money. More than enough to put you through college."
"Plenty of money, my foot! The way you spend, you'll be begging on the streets in less than three months!" Little Hei finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at it. "Done playing dead?"
"Fang Xiulian, my ass!"
That night, Fang Qingci slept very well. She even dreamed of Gao Xiang, who had such a nice smile.
Similarly, Fang Mingshan's house was quite lively. Now that they had money, Liu Wenxia even cooked an extra dish, and the family celebrated joyfully.
"That eldest brother, hiding his money to spend on himself!" Fang Mingshan still felt that Liu Wenxia had asked for too little.
Liu Wenxia said, "Getting eighty thousand for a little brat of a girl is already good enough!" She paused, looking slightly unnatural. "Anyway, won't he have to provide for our parents in the future?"
Old Man Fang happily took a sip of his liquor. "That little bastard, as if he'd dare not give me any!"
Fang Tianqi gnawed on a chicken leg. "Does that mean my sister isn't coming back?"
"She's not coming back. We'll worry about the future when it comes."
"Great!" The little boy danced with joy.
When Fang Zhaodi, no, Fang Qingci woke up, she immediately tried to scramble out of bed in a panic. Usually, the roosters would have crowed by now, and she had to hurry up to light the fire and cook for the whole family, otherwise she would be scolded.
"Why didn't the rooster crow today?" Fang Qingci was rushing about when she suddenly noticed the new clothes clutched in her hands. She froze.
The events of yesterday quickly flashed through her mind.
Right, she was now at her uncle's house. Her uncle didn't have chickens or pigs. The only living things in the house were her uncle and herself... But she still got up quietly and groped in the dark, preparing to do some chores.
Otherwise, her uncle would definitely resent her too.
But as she turned around, she saw a figure, which nearly made her scream in fright.
Fang Zhiyi rubbed his eyes. "Good heavens, what are you doing instead of sleeping so early in the morning?"
Fang Qingci lowered her head. "I... I need to cook..."
Fang Zhiyi was taken aback. "Cook? Oh, right, I forgot. Yes, I've got it set up for you. You have to go to school today. Damn, how did I forget..."
"School?" Fang Qingci had also forgotten about this. She hadn't expected her uncle to be telling the truth!
Fang Zhiyi went back into his room, fumbled around for a bit, and handed her ten yuan. "Take this and buy something to eat yourself. We don't have anything in the house, what the hell are you going to cook?"
Fang Qingci hesitated for a long time before reaching out to take the money.
She walked out of the house in disbelief, suddenly hearing her uncle's frustrated voice from inside: "Damn it! How did I forget to buy a schoolbag??"
Fang Qingci's return to the town school caught the attention of her classmates. After all, every class always had a few girls who dropped out, but she was the only one who had come back.
Neighbor Wu Xiaohu's eyes were full of surprise. "Fang Zhaodi, what are you doing here again? Aren't you going to cut pig grass?"
His words caused several classmates to burst into laughter. Fang Qingci's face flushed red, but fortunately, the teacher walked in.
"Before we start the lesson, let me just say that Fang Zhaodi, no, Fang Qingci has returned to our class. She might struggle a bit at first, so everyone please help her out." With that, Teacher Zhang looked at Fang Qingci and smiled gently. "You can ask me anytime if there's something you don't understand."
She had learned yesterday that Fang Qingci had been adopted by Fang Zhiyi. That Fang Zhiyi looked quite decadent, but he insisted on sending her to school, which earned Teacher Zhang's inner approval.
"Fang Qingci, huh? Do you even know how to write your own name?" Wu Xiaohu mocked again.
"Wu Xiaohu! Shut your mouth!" Teacher Zhang frowned. Wu Xiaohu resentfully shut his mouth, but his eyes darted around Fang Qingci. He had also heard the news of her adoption by Fang Zhiyi. This Fang Zhiyi was surprisingly generous, actually buying new clothes for this worthless girl.
A bad idea gradually surfaced in his mind.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi had also gotten ready and left the house. Most of the compensation money from the original owner's wife had been given to Fang Mingshan's family, so he had to figure out a way to make some money.
This town was relatively prosperous, but conversely, certain industries couldn't survive in such a place. It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi walked to a small construction site and saw the foreman directing his men to pile some discarded iron wire and cardboard boxes at the gate that he had an idea.
Fang Zhiyi turned and left. A short while later, he pedaled a secondhand tricycle unsteadily up to the site.
"Selling the scrap?"
The guard glanced at him and nodded. "Selling. Go weigh it yourself."
Although the words were casual, Fang Zhiyi noticed that the guard's eyes never left him. After weighing it, Fang Zhiyi paid the market price. Seeing no one around, he slipped a pack of good cigarettes to the guard.
The guard was clearly very satisfied. "Haven't seen you around before. Just started in this line of work?"
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Yeah, I used to do transportation in the city. Then something happened, so I came back... Forced by the circumstances of life, you know."
The guard nodded. "Collecting scrap makes decent money too."
"Hey, first time doing it, as long as I don't lose money, it's fine." Saying that, Fang Zhiyi pulled out a hundred-yuan bill and stuffed it into the guard's hand. "Brother, if there's any business in the future, wait for me to come, alright?"
The guard beamed. "Alright, alright, you know how things work!"
"Damn, you're really going backwards in life. Bribing a gatekeeper?" Little Hei didn't understand.
"What do you know? In this kind of construction site, you can't even be a guard without some connections. The money from selling scrap goes straight into his pocket," Fang Zhiyi said. "Besides, you think I'm just here to collect scrap?"
With that, he turned a corner and headed straight for the town's scrap recycling station. After disposing of the scrap, Fang Zhiyi directly sold the tricycle as well, and then turned around and bought a small truck, leaving Little Hei completely dumbfounded.
"You're a total spendthrift..."
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
