Beep!
"Green Bubble payment received: 10,000 yuan!"
The familiar sound of money hitting his account made Ye Cheng’s lips curl uncontrollably into a grin. Ah, yes—this was the feeling he knew so well. Power. The power was all coming back.
It was a strange thing—Ye Cheng felt like he’d scored a win, and the girl felt the same, having spent just 10,000 yuan to get her brother’s Green Bubble contact. So the question was: who actually lost out here?
The girl’s Green Bubble profile picture was a sickly "Lin Daiyu" lying in bed, the image inexplicably melancholic, tugging at the heartstrings of anyone who saw it at first glance.
This was her private WeChat, reserved only for close family.
Ye Cheng’s profile picture, on the other hand, was a white-bearded old man wearing a helmet and holding a sniper rifle—Grandpa Niu. His Green Bubble username matched his online alias perfectly:
"Number One Assault Trooper Grandpa Niu of Flipped Garden!"
When the girl saw the name, she froze for a second. Oddly enough, an indescribable sense of familiarity and warmth washed over her. Yep, this was exactly the kind of thing her brother would do.
"Your profile pic looks all weak and sickly—not cute at all. Hold on, I’ll find you a better one!"
Ye Cheng tossed out the comment casually as he crouched on the roadside curb, scrolling for a new avatar for Lin Baizhi. Meanwhile, Lin Baizhi wasn’t looking at her phone—she was looking at Ye Cheng.
After all these years, her brother seemed… different. Better looking, even. She really, really wanted to—
Ding!
Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her chaotic thoughts.
"Sent it. You better be grateful, kid." Ye Cheng flashed a "smirk," instantly embodying the essence of a "domineering loser."
Lin Baizhi stared, momentarily dazed. Even though Ye Cheng was clearly just messing around, in her eyes, he was bathed in a natural filter. And given that he was already a "walking incubus," the effect was dialed up to the max.
To Lin Baizhi, Ye Cheng was more alluring than any incubus—the most captivating person in the world.
To put it bluntly, every time they interacted, Lin Baizhi had to fight to suppress the wild thoughts flooding her mind, to restrain her restless hands, to hold back—
Well, if all that sounded too abstract, it could be summed up in one sentence:
Lin Baizhi was very pent-up.
No—extremely pent-up.
Given her chronically poor health, she shouldn’t even be having these kinds of thoughts. But the problem was, when you spend years obsessing over someone, your body starts acting up—especially for a girl like Lin Baizhi, caught between adolescence and longing.
Every condition was perfect: during the day, she had to study, work, and prepare endlessly for the day she’d reunite with her brother.
The intense workload and stress, combined with constantly thinking about him—of course she was pent-up. So, late at night, Lin Baizhi would quietly open her phone’s photo album and tap on—
"So? Pretty good, right?" Ye Cheng’s confident voice snapped her back to reality.
Lin Baizhi hurriedly shoved away the strange images in her mind and forced herself to look at the new avatar.
It kept the original theme—still Lin Daiyu—but… something was off.
Since when did Lin Daiyu have biceps?!
Yep. The avatar Ye Cheng sent was the classic "Lin Daiyu Uproots a Willow Tree," complete with massive biceps and a crowd of onlookers gaping in shock. The sheer absurdity of the image was overwhelming.
Lin Baizhi: "…"
"It’s ugly! Not cute at all!" she huffed, pouting in protest—before silently hitting save and planning to set it as her profile picture later.
As for Ye Cheng? He didn’t even register her complaint, already lost in his own artistic vision.
"By the way, what are you doing out here so late? You’re creeping around like a ghost—scared the hell out of me." Ye Cheng suddenly remembered he still had business to attend to. He hadn’t settled things with the Student Council President yet.
If he delayed any longer, he’d probably have to climb the wall of her mansion and lick her shoes as an apology.
"I am not a ghost! Have you ever seen a ghost this pretty? Hmph!"
Lin Baizhi puffed her cheeks indignantly but still explained why she was out so late: "I’ve been feeling down lately… something’s been bothering me, so I came out for a walk…"
"Yeah, walking’s good when you’re upset. Hey, do you know how to get to the Student Council President’s villa?"
"Ah… I really wish someone would talk with me…"
"Yeah, you’ll find someone. So, about that villa—"
"If someone would just chat with me for a bit, I’d pay them 10,000 yuan…"
"Buddy, whatever’s on your mind, lay it on me! Bros before woes, no need to hold back!"
Lin Baizhi: "…"
Beep!
"Green Bubble payment received: 10,000 yuan!"
Hearing that sweet sound, Ye Cheng’s grin stretched ear to ear. Who knew taking a wrong turn could lead to a late-night windfall? Today was definitely his lucky day.
Now that he’d been paid, Ye Cheng wasn’t in such a hurry to find the Student Council President. He sat down to chat with the delicate-looking scammer girl and hear her troubles.
"I never had parents growing up…"
"Eh, join the club. Like anyone does." Ye Cheng offered his condolences.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
She instinctively wanted to argue, but then realized Ye Cheng’s statement was "unassailable." Others might say it to bond or as a joke, but for Ye Cheng, it was the truth.
Except… why didn’t he sound the least bit sad? Like it was just some trivial little thing?
This threw Lin Baizhi off completely. In the end, she could only puff her cheeks and lightly smack Ye Cheng’s arm.
"Let me finish first!"
"Oh, right, right. Force of habit. Go ahead, I won’t interrupt this time." Ye Cheng blinked, putting on a serious face.
The girl gave a soft hmph and continued her story.
"I grew up without parents, raised by relatives. Because of my poor health…"
After a while, her voice trailed off, her mood visibly sinking. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were choking back sobs. Slowly, she leaned closer to Ye Cheng.
"Hey, bro—keep the snot off my clothes. That’s extra, okay?" Ye Cheng deadpanned, already calculating the cost.
Lin Baizhi: "???"
In the blink of an eye, her face flushed red. Silently, she pulled out her phone, transferred another 10,000 yuan to Ye Cheng, then wiped her tears and snot on his sleeve.
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Bruh, you—"
Beep!
"Green Bubble payment received: 10,000 yuan!"
Ye Cheng's eyes instantly cleared, the previously "ugly" expression vanishing as it transformed into one of "considerate" concern.
"Hey man, if you want to cry, just cry. Don’t hold it in—letting it out will make you feel better..."
"Wuwuwu..." Lin Baizhi leaned against Ye Cheng's shoulder, sniffling softly in sorrow. But as she wept... the tears gradually dried up. Big Brother smells so good~
In a place Ye Cheng couldn’t see, the girl nestled in his arms—her lips curled faintly upward, forming a subtle, imperceptible smirk.
The clothes... would be hers too.
Big Brother’s clothes~
Big Brother’s scent~
So obsessed~~~
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!"
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...
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?!
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!
