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!
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...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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!
