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!!!
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?!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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...
