The next day.
7:55:47.
Room 777 was utterly quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of breathing. There were two trees in front of the door, one was a jujube tree, the other was also a jujube tree... oh, wait, no.
Inside the room, there were two beds. One was a large bed, the other was also a large bed. On the large bed lay two people. One was...
Ye Cheng lay on the bed like a dead pig, snoring soundly with no intention of waking up. Even as the sunlight from outside the window streamed in and fell on his face, Ye Cheng remained completely still. He simply turned over silently, going from facing the sunlight to having his back to it.
And from having his back to Tang Yuyao to facing Tang Yuyao.
Tang Yuyao had shrunk into her bed, turning into one large lump. She had wrapped herself in the white blanket, becoming a giant white dough ball. Upon closer inspection, one could see a small opening in the white ball.
A pair of sneaky eyes peered out from inside the blanket.
"Is this guy a pig? Why isn't he awake yet? He's going to be late soon..." Tang Yuyao was getting anxious.
Even though her job as the doctor in the infirmary was mostly about being a lazy, good-for-nothing leech, she still had to clock in on time. The time clock was outside the infirmary. Missing a single day meant losing the full attendance bonus—several thousand bucks!
Her plan was for Ye Cheng to wake up early, then she could pretend she knew nothing and smoothly gloss over yesterday's events.
But... Ye Cheng was sleeping like a dead pig.
She couldn't wake up before Ye Cheng, or she might arouse suspicion... Tang Yuyao saw things clearly, at least when it came to Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng might look dumb, but he was actually quite sharp.
Tang Yuyao had to be on her guard!
No choice. For the sake of her reputation and being able to go outside without a paper bag over her head, Tang Yuyao decided to wave goodbye to her attendance bonus. Boohoo, the bonus was gone.
Tang Yuyao hadn't slept since she woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she couldn't—she was too mortified to sleep.
The more she thought about what had happened earlier, the more Tang Yuyao felt life wasn't worth living. She wanted to perform a stunt called "human cannonball" and solve all her worries with one jump. It was too embarrassing. Was she possessed by something dirty last night?
Otherwise, how could she have done such outrageous things? She was usually a very proper person, okay? A very ladylike person, okay? A very... okay, she couldn't keep lying to herself.
So what if she liked to swear a little? So what if she enjoyed watching some brain-dead short dramas? So what if she loved soap operas, idol dramas, Mary Sue...
Tang Yuyao's internal debate reached this point and suddenly fell silent.
She remembered some of the more "detailed" moments from yesterday. Why did she keep calling Ye Cheng "hubby" and "baby" when she was drunk?... It was because she was influenced by all the brain-dead short dramas and the tons of soap operas and idol dramas she watched for fun in the infirmary.
In the end, she reaped what she sowed. After getting completely wasted, she automatically slipped into the female lead's perspective. As for Ye Cheng, he naturally became the male lead.
Once drunk, the world constructed in her mind became exceptionally real, and she believed it wholeheartedly. Otherwise, Tang Yuyao wouldn't have been jumping back and forth between the two beds last night for no reason, insisting she was a flying little fairy...
It felt even more absurd than eating magic mushrooms.
Since she was utterly convinced she was a flying little fairy, believing she was the female lead was even more natural. She was the female lead, and the female lead was her!
So... she spent most of the night calling him "hubby" and "baby," and even forced Ye Cheng to call her "wifey" and "Yaoyao"...
Perhaps because the peak of embarrassment had passed, Tang Yuyao now found those memories less mortifying and even felt a hint of nostalgia.
Seriously, if she got married in the future, would she really call someone "hubby" and "baby"? Could she actually say such embarrassing things out loud?
She wasn't sure if she could say it to others, but she was absolutely certain about Ye Cheng—not only did she say it, but she also said it very smoothly.
"Hubby?" Tang Yuyao, for some reason—perhaps a wire got crossed in her brain—actually called out softly, so quietly only she could hear it.
At a visible speed, Tang Yuyao's face flushed bright red, turning into a "pig's head." Ashamed, she quickly covered herself with the blanket.
Ahhhh!!!
Tang Yuyao, are you insane? Just go die!
Just as Tang Yuyao was considering whether to jump from the building and perform her human cannonball act, a powerful piece of music suddenly erupted in the room. Tang Yuyao was stunned, and the large lump that had been wriggling under the covers froze.
Because she was wrapped in the blanket, she couldn't hear it clearly, but the sound was loud and strangely... hypnotic, ethereal, as if someone was chanting sutras?
What the hell?
A question mark appeared above Tang Yuyao's head. She stealthily lifted a corner of the blanket, revealing a pair of shifty eyes, and then...
"Namo ho la ta..."
The Great Compassion Mantra at maximum volume poured into Tang Yuyao's brain through the gap she had opened. It felt like strolling through a Norwegian forest, the folds of her brain gently smoothed out.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? What is this thing...
The enlightenment came too suddenly. Hearing this stuff first thing in the morning directly purified Tang Yuyao. Her head buzzed, a complete blank. It was noisy, and on top of that, loud!
The time was now exactly 8:00 AM. The alarm Ye Cheng had set for himself went off—the familiar Great Compassion Mantra.
Ye Cheng originally had many alarms to prevent himself from not waking up in the morning. But after staying in a hotel with the young lady last time, all the other alarms were forcefully harmonized by her. She only allowed Ye Cheng to keep one alarm.
Naturally, Ye Cheng kept his favorite, the Great Compassion Mantra. After pulling an all-nighter, listening to this in the morning was truly delightful. It had a kind of beauty in smoothing out the brain's folds. Good to listen to, love to listen to.
Ye Cheng, unlike a normal human, enjoyed such underworldly stuff first thing in the morning. Tang Yuyao couldn't handle it; she was about to break. Like a revolving lantern, she recalled every bad thing she had ever done in her life.
Only to find that less than a minute had passed.
Tang Yuyao wanted to get up and turn off Ye Cheng's alarm, but she was afraid of arousing suspicion. For the smooth progression of her "play dumb and act oblivious" plan, Tang Yuyao ultimately endured it.
Endure, Tang Yuyao, you must endure! It's the final step; you mustn't ruin everything at the last moment!
After five long minutes of torture, Ye Cheng's alarm finally stopped. Tang Yuyao let out a sigh of relief, a victor's smile appearing on her face. Great, it's finally over, finally...
"Namo ho la ta..."
Tang Yuyao's joy lasted less than two seconds before the familiar sound returned, louder, stronger, more penetrating. Even buried under the quilt, Tang Yuyao could clearly feel the sensation of kneeling in a temple burning incense.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Tang Yuyao clenched her fists, grinding her teeth. You can do this, Tang Yuyao, you definitely can. It'll all be over as soon as this little brat wakes up. You have to endure it!
Another five minutes passed...
"Namo ho la ta..."
"Namo ho la ta..."
Good news: this time the volume didn't increase. Bad news: it became two recitations, one after the other, a brain-piercing, fiendish sound.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Hold on, Tang Yuyao, you definitely...
Five minutes later...
"Namo ho la ta..."
"Namo ho la ta..."
"Namo ho la ta..."
Tang Yuyao: "???"
Endure it, Tang Yuyao, you can do it, you... You can do it my ass!!!
"I can't take it anymore, you damn brat! I'm gonna bite you to death!!!"
Under the relentless torment, Tang Yuyao finally couldn't hold on. Her temperature rising, her defenses broken, she once again performed a movement called "taking flight," leaping from her own bed onto Ye Cheng's bed.
With a thump!
Tang Yuyao grabbed hold of Ye Cheng, who was sleeping like a dead pig, completely undisturbed by the alarm. She sank her teeth into Ye Cheng's head. There was no more hesitation, worry, or shame... only the purest desire to end Ye Cheng.
"AAAAAAHHH!!!! (Action sound effect direction by Teacher Tom)"
A scream from Ye Cheng echoed in the room, even drowning out the triple-layered Great Compassion Mantra.
"You old hag, what are you doing!!!"
"I'm biting you to death!!!"
"AAAHHH!!!"
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!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
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!"
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?!
