Outside the shop.
The "offline octagon cage match" between Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao had finally ended, and the two were now exchanging playful banter.
Worth mentioning—Ye Cheng now had yet another bite mark on his scalp, this one smeared with lipstick and lamb chop seasoning.
"Dr. Tang, munch munch... by the way, munch munch... do you feel like people around us are staring at you?"
Ye Cheng spoke between bites of his skewers, occasionally glancing around. It might have been his imagination, but ever since their "fight," he’d noticed an increasing number of eyes on them.
Tang Yuyao paused mid-chew, frowned, then tilted her snow-white swan-like neck back to chug another mouthful of beer before scanning their surroundings.
Sure enough.
Just as Ye Cheng had said, many gazes lingered on them—though they quickly averted the moment she looked back.
It was true some were staring at her... but was it possible even more were ogling the little brat beside her?
After observing for a while, Tang Yuyao figured it out. More people were watching Ye Cheng than her. How could she tell? Simple—those who lowered their heads had been looking at her, while those who didn’t were shamelessly eyeing him.
Logically speaking, to outsiders, she should appear as Ye Cheng’s "official girlfriend." Under such circumstances, people should at least have the decency to glance away guiltily. But no—these women stared outright, not even bothering to pretend.
Just staring, staring, staring...
An inexplicable irritation bubbled up in Tang Yuyao’s chest.
"What are you looking at?!" She shot a fierce glare at the women practically drooling over Ye Cheng.
The onlookers flinched, muttering under their breath. Fragments of their complaints reached her—words like "stingy," "it’s just a look," and "it’s not like using him would cost you anything..."
After successfully intimidating the surrounding "she-wolves," Tang Yuyao turned back to her meal—only to find Ye Cheng staring at her with the same wide-eyed expression.
"Quit staring and eat!" Her chest heaved as she delivered a punch to his head, venting her frustration indiscriminately.
Thunk!
A signature move of the young miss—confusing but non-lethal!
Ye Cheng: "......"
Fortunately, he was used to being collateral damage by now. A few hits were nothing—he’d just keep eating and drinking as usual.
Mid-meal, Ye Cheng suddenly noticed a crowd being ushered out of the restaurant. His body tensed with excitement.
"Dr. Tang, it’s happening! It’s really happening!"
"Look, look!"
His voice brimmed with exhilaration, as if witnessing history unfold. He grabbed Tang Yuyao’s hand, shaking it wildly.
Tang Yuyao barely registered his words—all she noticed was that he was holding her hand. The earlier irritation faded, replaced by a strange satisfaction.
Now in a better mood, she cleared her throat and adopted a composed, adult-like demeanor, pretending not to mind his "rogue" behavior.
"Ahem, look at you, acting like you’ve never seen the world. What’s happening?" She finally processed his words and followed his pointing finger.
A large group of people streamed out of the restaurant—no, not just leaving. They were being kicked out!
"It’s just like in those domineering CEO dramas!" Ye Cheng’s grip unconsciously tightened, his excitement palpable. Tang Yuyao’s cheeks flushed slightly, her expression flickering with unease.
She continued pretending not to notice, though her mind had already wandered. Her palm grew clammy with nervous sweat.
This little brat... is he doing this on purpose?
"You watch too much TV. Domineering CEOs are domineering, not brain-dead. No matter how rich they are, they wouldn’t just randomly treat strangers to meals. You—"
"Tonight’s expenses are on me!"
Before Tang Yuyao could finish her lecture, an ultra-precise, domineering loli voice rang out from inside the restaurant—announcing that everything was on her!
Tang Yuyao: "???"
"OHOHOHOHO—!!!" Ye Cheng howled like a caveman, jumping around with the crowd in unrestrained celebration.
Tang Yuyao’s head spun with questions. Wait... people like this actually exist?
Was I some kind of fake rich girl all along?
As the youngest and most spoiled daughter of the Tang family, money had never been an issue for her. But even so—having money didn’t mean having no brain!
She’d never dream of dragging a crowd of strangers to dinner and footing the bill. That level of extravagance was beyond her family’s principles—and frankly, just plain ridiculous.
If she wouldn’t do it, she doubted anyone else in her social circle would either. Sure, some were wasteful or extravagant... but outright throwing money around? That was just stupid.
"Dr. Tang, what were you saying earlier?" Ye Cheng finally remembered her unfinished lecture after his celebratory dance.
Tang Yuyao: "......"
A few minutes later...
Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao happily resumed their meal—though Ye Cheng now sported a third bite mark on his head. At this rate, there’d be no space left for more.
"Glug, glug, glug... so worth it!"
This time, it was Ye Cheng chugging beer.
Tang Yuyao nibbled on her corn skewer. "Didn’t you say you weren’t drinking earlier?"
"Glug, glug... what changed your mind?" She finished her bottle and tossed it aside, reaching for a new one.
"Of course it’s different! Before, we were spending our own money. Now it’s free—not drinking would be a waste!"
Ye Cheng downed an entire bottle in one go, then immediately cracked open another, looking ready to drink himself into oblivion.
Truthfully... Ye Cheng had an insane alcohol tolerance.
Drinking ultimately came down to the body’s ability to metabolize alcohol. Though Ye Cheng had his "condition," thanks to his absurd cheat-like abilities, he functioned just fine—no, better than normal.
Back when he worked as a forklift driver at a shady logistics company, he could easily out-eat several people. Alcohol was no challenge—he didn’t even dislike the taste. But since it cost money, he usually stuck to cheaper options like iced tea.
Back at the teacher's apartment, Tang Yuyao had gotten herself drunk and didn’t give Ye Cheng much of a chance to show off—just a token sip here and there. But now, it was time to go all out.
Pop!
The beer cap flew off with a muffled sound. Ye Cheng gave the bottle a little swirl, creating a tiny whirlpool inside before tilting his head back and chugging.
Three seconds—one bottle down!
Tang Yuyao stared in disbelief.
Ye Cheng finished without so much as a flinch, let out a burp, and then—
Pop!
Another bottle cracked open.
"What are you looking at? Eat!" Ye Cheng blinked, completely unfazed, his chopsticks moving so fast they practically left afterimages. In the blink of an eye, the dishes on the table looked entirely different.
If she didn’t act fast, there’d be nothing left!
"You little brat! Were you starved in your past life or what? Save some for me!" Tang Yuyao panicked and dove into the fray. The two of them went at it like they were in a food war, devouring everything in sight. Meanwhile, empty beer crates piled up around them at an alarming rate.
Half an hour later...
Ye Cheng had polished off over 80% of the beer, while Tang Yuyao barely managed 20%.
Ye Cheng’s belly was round and full, but he was still sharp as a tack—no urge to run to the bathroom or even gag. Tang Yuyao, on the other hand, was completely wasted, her face flushed red, hands propped on the table as she "maintained her silence" for a solid ten minutes.
Ye Cheng leaned back, toothpick in his mouth, patting his bloated stomach. "Burp... Alright, I’m stuffed. Let’s head back, Dr. Tang."
Tang Yuyao remained "silent." Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow and poked her arm. "Dr. Tang, you’re not drunk, are you?"
As if triggered by the magic word, Tang Yuyao suddenly "came back to life," swaying unsteadily as she tried to prove herself.
"Y-you... Who’re you calling drunk, you brat?!"
Her face was beet red, clearly beyond wasted, but she still refused to admit it. She grabbed Ye Cheng’s collar with one hand, looking ready to throw a punch.
Ye Cheng: "..."
All bark and no bite.
Tang Yuyao had a weak tolerance and had been done for a while, but seeing Ye Cheng’s bottomless capacity, she stubbornly kept up for pride’s sake—only to end up looking like a "little apple" now.
"Fine, I’m drunk, I’m drunk... Hang on, let’s call a driver to take us back."
Ye Cheng pulled out his phone to book a ride.
Tang Yuyao, slumped against him in a daze, saw what he was doing and suddenly snapped. She chomped down on his phone!
Crack!
The screen shattered.
Ye Cheng: "..."
"My phone!!!" Ye Cheng wailed, mourning it harder than a dead horse.
Tang Yuyao swayed, spat, and grinned. "Pfft... That’s what you get for messing with me... Hahaha..."
"Come on, sis is taking you to a hotel!"
"Waaah, my phone, waaah..."
"Ugh, so pathetic... I’ll buy you a new one!"
Without waiting for his consent, Tang Yuyao dragged Ye Cheng by the collar toward a nearby hotel.
Hotel time!!!
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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?"
