Boys' Dormitory.
Ye Cheng stood up his scheming young mistress today, using the classic excuse of "helping others" as his alibi.
Shen Qinghan didn’t bother replying to Ye Cheng’s explanation. Instead, she sent a short video.
The video showed a cartoonishly abstract rabbit plushie with a cigarette dangling from its mouth.
And then—WHAM!
A tiny fist suddenly burst into frame, smashing straight into the rabbit’s face, leaving its features squished inward.
The clip ended there.
Ye Cheng: "…"
After the video, Shen Qinghan went radio silent. No follow-up messages, no replies—even when Ye Cheng tried reaching out again.
"Am I basically digging my own grave here?" Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
But as everyone knows, thinking is painful. So Ye Cheng promptly gave up on thinking.
Screw it—time to game!
Faced with the impending doom of tomorrow, Ye Cheng remained utterly unfazed. He chose instead to boot up Honor of Kings and indulge in a few rounds of pure, unadulterated fun.
Tomorrow’s problems could wait. Right now, he was going to enjoy himself—no force in heaven or earth could stop him!
Come to think of it, it had been a while since he last played. The last time he touched the game was… well, the last time.
"TiMi~"
The familiar jingle rang out, sending a wave of euphoria straight to his brain.
Yes, yes—this was it! This was the feeling!
Like a man high on life, Ye Cheng excitedly fished out a plain white cigarette from his pocket. No branding, no labels—just some sketchy-looking, no-name product.
This was his "reward" for standing up to the Student Council President earlier.
The All-Flavors Cigarette.
Ye Cheng could summon a cigarette anytime, anywhere—but only for himself.
At first, he thought he’d struck gold. Even if he never worked another day in his life, he could just sell these magical smokes and live comfortably.
Reality, however, quickly humbled him.
One cigarette. Just one. No more, no less. Not even half an extra.
Only after the current cigarette burned to ash and was discarded would the next one appear. No cooldown, no delay—instant refresh.
Even weirder? If Ye Cheng imagined the taste of food in his mind, the cigarette would mimic it perfectly, as if he were actually eating whatever he pictured.
So… what was the damn point of this thing?!
Ye Cheng felt scammed. The worst part? The system’s "choices" were rigged—fail the mission, and he’d be in for a world of pain.
Screw this sht!
At least the garbage "golden finger" had some conscience. Knowing how many people got cancer from smoking these days, it came with a built-in health filter.
Smoke all you want—zero harm to the body.
Ye Cheng didn’t smoke. But as everyone knows, not taking free stuff is basically losing money. So even though he didn’t smoke, he’d take a few puffs anyway.
Mmm, not bad—iced tea, fried chicken, the Student Council President—
Ye Cheng bolted upright in bed, spitting out the All-Flavors Cigarette in shock.
"No way, this thing can even…?!"
He was floored. This cigarette had potential—dark, marketable potential. He could probably make a fortune selling it online.
But the thought of getting caught, dissected, and turned into lab specimens made him reconsider. With a sigh, he stuck the cigarette back in his mouth, flopped onto the bed, and imagined the crab he’d eaten for lunch.
Slowly, the Student Council President morphed into a crab in his mind…
Ye Cheng puffed away as the game loaded.
"Match begins! Please select your hero!"
Ye Cheng was a pro gamer—no joke. At one point, he’d even considered going pro to make a living, but he eventually chose to focus on his studies instead.
Bottom line? He was good at pretty much any game.
Without hesitation, he locked in Yaoyao (the support hero).
"Only play this. Give or I feed," Ye Cheng typed, using voice-to-text.
Then he leaned back, waiting for the match to start.
Gaming was about fun, not winning. And nothing was more fun than perching on someone’s head, mashing buttons, and letting the rating system do the talking.
I’m just built different!!!
Maybe his pick and declaration were too unhinged, because his four teammates fell dead silent—like bots.
Unfazed, Ye Cheng kept puffing on his cigarette, gleefully piloting his default-skin Yaoyao.
"Match begins! Minions have spawned!"
The game started. Ye Cheng tailed the marksman, hopping onto their head the second he hit Level 4 like some kind of floating halo. Button mashing ensued.
For the first few minutes, things went smoothly. Then, after Ye Cheng "accidentally" stole another kill, the marksman snapped.
SweetCarrot: "Ugh, stop stealing my kills! Get off me!"
Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow. "Oho, little Lu Ban (the marksman hero) has a temper?"
His in-game name: No.1 Raider Grandpa Bull from Flipped Garden.
No.1 Raider Grandpa Bull from Flipped Garden: "Git gud. Can’t secure kills as a marksman? Don’t blame the support. Lol."
SweetCarrot: "You call yourself a support?! Who brings Execute as a support?!"
No.1 Raider Grandpa Bull from Flipped Garden: "You’re looking at him."
SweetCarrot: "…"
Too tilted to respond, the marksman went quiet. Ye Cheng happily stayed glued to their head, "securing" every kill and buff with surgical precision.
Somehow, the support had the best stats on the team, topping the economy chart—while the poor marksman languished at the bottom.
Why? Because Ye Cheng didn’t buy the support item.
His support philosophy had three pillars:
1. Steal farm.
2. Abandon teammates.
3. Hoard kills.
By the end, Ye Cheng walked away with MVP honors. The marksman? A glorified benchwarmer.
Ye Cheng’s score: [9-0-12]
SweetCarrot’s score: [0-13-4]
After a grueling 20-minute battle, perseverance paid off—
BOOM!
Their Nexus exploded.
They lost.
But thanks to the game’s questionable rating system, Ye Cheng gained two stars for "outstanding performance."
Everyone else lost a star. SweetCarrot got it worse—losing the match and getting penalized for "intentional feeding."
"Phew—"
"Now that was a match!"
Ye Cheng wiped imaginary sweat off his brow and queued up for another round.
[Player SweetCarrot sent you a friend request.]
"Oh? Still got an attitude, huh?" Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, chuckling as he clicked "reject."
He went straight into his next match—he still had to sleep after this, and he wasn’t about to waste his night getting into a heated voice chat.
Anyone with half a brain could guess why the other guy was reaching out now—probably to shower him with some "heartfelt greetings." But Ye Cheng didn’t have any weird kinks, so he wasn’t about to volunteer as a punching bag.
The familiar sound of a new match starting played, and the hero selection screen popped up.
Having had his fun in the last game, Ye Cheng decided to bring out the big guns this time. He locked in a stealth-based assassin—still playing as support, of course.
The match began.
"Huh?"
"That username… Little Braised Egg!" Ye Cheng’s eyes lit up with recognition—the enemy marksman was the same useless LoL player from the last match.
A wicked grin slowly spread across Ye Cheng’s face.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
