Hospital.
"You got him here just in time. The explosion didn't hit any vital areas, just some burns. He needs..."
The doctor rattled on with a bunch of medical jargon. Ye Cheng listened, nodding along, but in summary, it all boiled down to one sentence: the guy was fine, just some superficial injuries, though he'd need to rest for a few days.
"Hey, why are your hands black too?" The doctor was checking on Old Gong, who was lying in the hospital bed, when he suddenly noticed the "rabbit spirit" beside him also had pitch-black hands. Looking at the state of them, they weren't much better than Old Gong's lying there!
Probably just touched the source of the explosion, right?
"Oh, it's nothing, a minor issue. Just need to wash my hands," Ye Cheng said with an air of nonchalance. The doctor didn't think much of it and nodded. After all... surely the patient wouldn't be unclear about his own condition, right?
In reality, these two geniuses, Ye Cheng and Old Gong, had both been hit, one after the other. But Ye Cheng reacted quickly, and coupled with his good physical fitness, it was basically like he'd just taken a flashbang—his hands were a bit blackened, but everything else was perfectly intact.
Old Gong wasn't so lucky. A useless middle-aged man, if Ye Cheng had taken a "flashbang," then Old Gong had practically held the flashbang in his hand. It was a miracle his hand was even still attached.
Not long after the doctor left, Old Gong, lying in the bed, woke up.
Before Old Gong could even speak, Ye Cheng was the one who acted more excited, grabbing Old Gong's other hand. "Old Gong! Thank goodness you're alive! Oh, by the way, you can settle the registration fee with me now..."
Old Gong: "..."
The familiar routine. The moment he opens his eyes, someone's asking him for the registration fee. That familiar, faint sense of the "absurd." Looks like he really was okay, at least not dead.
He couldn't possibly be dead and still being chased for payment, right?
"Forget it, just pretend I'm dead. And kid, what the hell did you have in your phone? It really freaking exploded. I've been fixing phones for over ten years, and today I've truly seen it all..." The first thing Old Gong did upon waking wasn't to worry about his own condition, but to question why the phone had exploded.
Today's incident really proved the saying: it's usually the swimmers who drown.
Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin, putting on a thoughtful expression. "Didn't have much in it, really?"
"Just a few 512GB memory cards, modified five SIM card slots, added an extra battery, tweaked the circuit board, rearranged the CPU..."
Old Gong: "..."
"Alright, alright, stop!" Old Gong hurriedly raised a hand to cut him off—well, the hand that hadn't been blown up.
He forcefully interrupted Ye Cheng's smooth, rapid-fire list that sounded like a menu recital. What are you doing, stacking buffs here?
Modifying everything!
He knew Ye Cheng was outrageous, but he didn't know he was this outrageous. Why even bother going to school? Just go apply to the national defense industry! Don't say a word, just slam the phone down in front of the interviewer. The phone will do the talking for you!
No need to question the skills!
"Hey, what's the deal with my hand? It's not crippled, is it?" Old Gong sighed, looking somewhat somberly at his hand, which was wrapped up like a zongzi.
A cool breeze happened to blow in from outside the room, perfectly setting the mood, as if hinting at some not-so-great outcome.
Ye Cheng first let out a sigh, putting on a "as your bro, I don't want to lie to you" face, preparing to tell the truth. Seeing this expression, Old Gong's heart instantly sank to the pit of his stomach.
Thud!
Ye Cheng gave a solid kick to the half-open hospital room door, shutting it. At the same time, a thumping sound came from outside, as if something had bumped into it?
But because he kicked with too much force, the door shut instantly. The sound of the collision and the sound of the door closing happened almost simultaneously, with the former being drowned out by the latter.
Only after securely closing the door did Ye Cheng continue: "Oh, the doctor said you're fine. Just rest for a couple of days."
Old Gong: "..."
"Dammit, kid, couldn't you just say that straight out? Scared the hell out of me!" Old Gong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Isn't that exactly what I just did? You're so hard to please. I really don't like playing with you smelly men, so crude..." Ye Cheng put on the airs of a "delicate little woman," fiddling with his grimy, blackened fingernails.
Old Gong: "..."
"Alright, stop. If you feel bad about it, just find me some videos of beautiful women to watch. Oh, and project it on the TV. I like them... big."
Hearing he was fine, Old Gong immediately let his hanging heart settle back into his stomach. He found a comfortable position on the bed, crossing his legs, ready to enjoy the "spicy" videos of beautiful women Ye Cheng was about to project. Men... they just have these little hobbies.
Of course, you can only sneak a peek when nothing's going on. If his better half found out, he'd be skinned alive even if he didn't die. Now was the perfect chance to lie down properly for a couple of days, rest up, all legitimately...
Click.
The hospital room door opened.
A woman who looked to be around thirty, her eyes red, walked in holding the hand of a cute little girl with short hair. Old Gong's wife and daughter.
At that moment, Ye Cheng was still over there picking videos on the TV, getting ready to play Old Gong's favorite "beautiful women" videos. And Ye Cheng was very seriously following Old Gong's requirements, searching for women who were "big."
"This one's not bad..." Ye Cheng transmitted the "big" beauty he'd selected to the TV, adjusting the volume while asking,
"Old Gong, is this big enough?" After saying this, Ye Cheng realized no one was answering him. He turned his head and saw two extra people had appeared in the room at some point.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Old Gong: "..."
Old Gong's wife, whose eyes had originally been red and teary with worry after hearing her man was injured, instantly cooled her gaze upon hearing the two of them discussing "big beauties."
A very innocent voice, belonging to the little girl named Duoduo, chimed in: "Mommy, what are Uncle and Daddy saying about big or not big?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Your uncle is asking if the TV volume is loud enough. Old Gong, do you think it's loud enough?" The woman asked with a "gentle" smile on her face, looking at Old Gong who was lying comfortably on the bed with his legs crossed, all ready to enjoy himself.
Old Gong: "..."
"Loud... loud enough..." Old Gong stammered, forcing a smile onto his face—a smile reminiscent of the infamous "eating shit" meme from Fire Punch—as he answered his wife.
"Xiao Ye, could you step outside for a bit? Old Gong and I need to have a little chat..."
Ye Cheng: "..."
Ye Cheng looked at Old Gong, who seemed like he was about to "die" and was frantically signaling with his eyes for him not to leave... Silently, Ye Cheng nodded.
"Sure!" Ye Cheng replied very straightforwardly.
Old Gong: "..."
"Duoduo, here's five yuan. Later, treat Uncle to an ice pop, one each, okay?" The woman squatted down, took out a five-yuan bill, handed it to her daughter, and gently patted her head.
"Okay, got it..." Duoduo nodded obediently, holding the five-yuan bill.
"Bang!"
The hospital room door closed. What followed were the kind of "heart-to-heart" words a couple needed to say behind closed doors.
In the corridor at the hospital's corner.
By the vending machine, Ye Cheng reached into the machine and pulled out two ice pops. He peeled the wrapper off one and handed it to Duoduo.
"Thank you, Uncle Ye, mwah~" After taking the ice pop, the little girl quickly darted over and planted a kiss on Ye Cheng's cheek.
Not far away, Tang Yuyao, who had been secretly "observing from the shadows," felt her face grow warm with irritation at the sight.
"Click-clack, click-clack!"
The sound of high heels became rapid, swiftly moving toward Ye Cheng!
How dare she just kiss him like that!!!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
