I'm Done Pretending, I Confess—I'm a True National Standard Xiao Hanhan Called Me…

"I'm so mad, I'm so mad!!!"

Tang Yuyao burst out from under the covers, her face red. There's a saying, what was it?

Oh right, a girl's blush beats everything—though she wasn't a girl anymore, that didn't stop Tang Yuyao from losing her cool and breaking down.

It was late at night, the temperature only a few degrees, but Tang Yuyao felt no chill. Instead, she felt hot, her face as red as a monkey's butt.

This same situation was happening in another villa thousands of meters away.

"I'm so mad, I'm so mad, Xiaxia! How can there be such a shameless person, stealing other people's stuff!"

Xia Tongxin was gritting her teeth, just as red-faced. The Head Maid was a bit quiet; she had just cleared the minion wave and sneaked a peek at the mini-map situation.

The two of them were probably eating each other's resources, and it seemed like it was their young lady who started the trouble... it really wasn't justified.

Later on, they were evenly matched—respawn and die, respawn and die. By the end, the opponents didn't even want to kill them anymore; it was a waste of skills and not worth the gold.

Luckily, Ye Cheng and the little nephew were actually getting things done, stacking tank items and tanking the relentless assault from the five enemies.

That gave the Head Maid enough time to split-push and take the turrets.

This King of Glory title of Han Xin—maybe it's time for someone else to take the seat. If Menglei could sit on it, then the Head Maid is not unworthy either!

"Miss, how about we call it a night?"

"No way!!! (In unison)"

As Xia Tongxin spoke, thousands of meters away, Tang Yuyao said the same thing to the little nephew and Ye Cheng in the next room.

"I have to carry one match before I can sleep. No one dares to sleep before I carry—don't blame me!"

Tang Yuyao was already obsessed. In the next room, Ye Cheng and the little nephew could even hear the sound of a knife being sharpened, and both felt a chill down their necks.

"Uncle Ye, what do we do? Aunt seems to have gone crazy. I don't want to play anymore. I'm scared," said the little nephew, cowering.

He never imagined that the game he used to love so much—the one he'd open first thing when getting a phone during holidays, the one he'd been longing for for so long—would now feel so strange and disgusting.

He didn't want to play at all; he just wanted to sleep.

Playing games was supposed to be for fun and relaxation, but now the pressure was enormous. Not only did he get yelled at, but he was also stressed out by his aunt next door.

This wasn't the kind of pressure a five-year-old kindergarten kid should have to bear.

Ye Cheng sighed, "Hey, saying you don't want to play now? Too late. If you can convince your aunt, we can stop playing. Want to give it a try?"

Ye Cheng pointed next door, where faint roaring sounds could still be heard.

The little nephew: "..."

The little nephew shook his head like a rattle drum: "I don't dare, Uncle Ye. I'd get killed."

Ye Cheng: "..."

No kidding, did he think he didn't know?

Sometimes life is so helpless—you start something, and then you realize you can't stop. It's no longer up to you.

Under this high-pressure atmosphere, the late-night five-person team started the second match.

Same old lineup: Ye Cheng as support, Tang Yuyao in mid, Xia Tongxin as marksman, the little nephew as jungler, and the Head Maid in the top lane.

"All troops advance!"

Ten minutes later.

"Bam!"

"Defeat!"

Ye Cheng: "..."

This time he really wasn't goofing off, playing his best, and they still got crushed even faster.

From the first match, the little nephew and Ye Cheng's "fed-up" support-jungler combo learned their lesson, taking barely any economy—one was last, the other second-to-last; they truly didn't eat a bite more.

Every now and then, Ye Cheng would take time to give the little nephew tips on how to play and retreat instructions.

But by now, Tang Yuyao and Xia Tongxin were completely obsessed, grabbing anything they could. The little nephew's entire jungle was stripped clean, and he didn't dare make a peep.

The economic double queens—both carries—took most of the economy. Logically, if they were properly protected and played normally, winning would be easy.

The problem was they were locked in a battle of egos. In team fights, they charged in faster than Ye Cheng as tank support and the little nephew as tank Han Xin, and before anyone could see what happened, they were already lying on the ground dead.

Phone screen black.

Ye Cheng: "..."

God damn, they're terrible!

Ye Cheng couldn't take it anymore. He felt that if this kept up, they'd be up all night, so he sat up to play properly.

For the record, the Head Maid still had the highest economy, but this time, she failed to split-push and blow up the base. The main issue was that Ye Cheng and the little nephew ate too little economy to tank properly, so they got killed instantly.

The two who ate all the economy just sprinted forward and fed—what could anyone do?

The third match started.

Ye Cheng and the little nephew swapped positions, and Ye Cheng quietly pulled out his hero experience card.

"Uncle Ye, that national emblem of yours looks so realistic! How'd you fake it? Photoshop one for me too—I want one!"

The match began. The little nephew hung over Ye Cheng's shoulder, envious. Even if it was fake, a national emblem was cool enough to show off.

"Oh, this? Simple. Just watch, you'll see," Ye Cheng said, taking out a bubblegum from his pocket, popping it into his mouth.

"Uncle Ye, what's that? Can I have one? I want to try it too." The little nephew blinked.

Ye Cheng searched his pocket and handed the little nephew a different flavor of bubblegum. They both lay on the bed, chewing... After a while, the little nephew suddenly remembered a question.

Wasn't Uncle Ye wearing only his underwear, like him? Where did that bubblegum come out of?

Could it be...

The little nephew: "..."

Silently, the little nephew stopped chewing...

What a useless cheat ability, only good for wasting time—like the hundred flavors of cigarettes, bubblegum that appears out of nowhere, and a coin that always lands on tails...

Not even close to what protagonists in other novels get.

Sigh, look at his system, then look at his own. It's beyond words.

Good thing Ye Cheng was tough enough to make up the "little difference."

"Bam!"

Six minutes!

Enemy surrendered!

They got schooled by Ye Cheng's national-level Jing playstyle, chasing from outer turret to second turret to third turret, finally dying right in front of their own fountain. How ridiculous is that?

What kind of matchmaking is this? Why is there a national emblem in Diamond rank? What the hell!

The opponents finally understood the pain of terrible matchmaking. If time weren't an issue, they'd have surrendered the moment Ye Cheng got his first kill and flashed the national emblem.

What a fucking mess!

After the match, the little nephew stood there dumbfounded. He rubbed his eyes: "Uncle Ye, that national emblem of yours... is it real?"

“Oh, really? I had no idea. I just picked them up. Played a couple of rounds and they just dropped. I figured no one wanted them.” Ye Cheng blinked.

The little nephew: “???”

“Holy crap, Uncle-in-law, is this what they call subtle flexing?”

“That’s so cool! I’m totally gonna do that someday!”

Shaken and inspired by Ye Cheng’s display, the little nephew decided that when he went back to school, he wouldn’t tell Xiaohong from the class next door that he had 873.5 bucks.

Instead, next time he went shopping, he’d open his Little Genius smartwatch and casually let the balance show, so Xiaohong would see he had 873.5 bucks!

Make her super jealous!

Even just thinking about it got him pumped!

Good news: they won!

Bad news: couldn’t stop; still had to keep playing.

Xia Tongxin and Tang Yuyao’s intense back-and-forth was still going on. Not only did winning not bring them joy or bridge the gap between them, their conflict was actually getting sharper.

They kept stealing each other’s minions.

Ye Cheng was truly out of options. Since his own jungle and minion waves were being eaten up, he had to nibble a little on the enemy’s jungle creeps. I figured no one wanted them anyway. It’s not like the jungle belongs to you. What do you mean “the map’s mirrored”? Go take it up with my Lady Mirror!

With a smooth, slick combo, Ye Cheng single-handedly racked up dozens of kills, but still didn’t dare slow down.

If this was how they were even when winning, losing would probably tear everything apart.

As for the teams unlucky enough to match Ye Cheng? All they could do was accept their fate, quietly switching their background music to “We’re Fighting Hard to Stay Alive”… surrendering at six minutes was already a relatively dignified way to die; otherwise, it would be even crueler.

The late-night five-stack continued.

Meanwhile.

At the Du Family Private Hospital.

Shen Qinghan, who had slept all day, slowly woke from her dream. Her long lashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes.

She sat up, looked around the room. It was empty—no one there… except for the big, chubby dog sleeping in the corner.

Da Huang.

She glanced at the time. Almost midnight. She’d slept nearly a full day.

From now on… she’d have to cut back on staying up late.

As she stood up, Da Huang, who had been sleeping in the corner, opened his eyes, perked up, wagged his tail at Shen Qinghan, and followed behind her, always keeping a safe distance.

Shen Qinghan frowned: “How are you a dog alone here?”

Da Huang: “…”

That seemed right, but also, not quite right somehow?

Tap-tap-tap. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. The door clicked open.

The Short-haired Woman appeared at the doorway: “Young Master, you’re awake!”

Her voice was full of excitement.

The Short-haired Woman was holding a freshly bought hand-grab pancake—still warm—and swayed as she walked over, handing it to the other person.

“Thanks a lot, Da Huang!”

Because something temporary had come up and she had to step away for a bit, but someone needed to keep an eye on the young lady in case of emergencies.

Trusting others wasn’t really an option, or they weren’t qualified. In the end, the Short-haired Woman set her sights on Da Huang. First of all, Da Huang wasn’t human, and second of all, he was trustworthy!

Perfect!

As a reward, the Short-haired Woman promised a family-sized hand-grab pancake with ketchup flavor as thanks.

Thus, the scene unfolded.

Da Huang nodded, gestured for the Short-haired Woman to put the pancake on the ground, and then started gobbling it up…

Shen Qinghan: “…”

What a strange dog.

She looked at the empty hospital bed next to her, as if lost in thought. The Short-haired Woman, clever as ever, quickly stepped forward to explain.

“Young Master, the Young Madam is at the Tang residence now.”

“The Tang residence? Why?” Shen Qinghan frowned.

The Short-haired Woman’s expression stiffened. She stammered for a long time, not daring to say anything… Sometimes, evading was itself a form of answer.

Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes. She knew where the problem lay.

The Shen Family Mansion.

“Doo-doo-doo…”

“Little Hanhan is calling…”