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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
