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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
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."
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!"
