Late Night Showdown Young Lady: If You're Bad, Just Practice More—There's No Obligation to Help You

The Tang family.

Inside the youngest son's room.

The youngest son was lying on the bed, wearing nothing but his underwear, wrapped in a blanket, clutching the phone he'd traded from his old man, playing games to his heart's content!

The trade was done with points—do chores for the family, earn points.

Earlier, the youngest son had been tricked into carrying dozens of papayas and nearly collapsed from exhaustion, but on the flip side, he'd racked up a ton of points.

With Tang's mother there to vouch for him, he'd naturally cashed in big time, earning enough points to trade for plenty of stuff.

Things like allowance money, skipping school for a day, having dad go to parent-teacher conferences, a get-out-of-jail-free card for the next spanking... all rare and valuable treasures.

But because of yesterday's windfall, the youngest son was feeling mighty cocky. Allowance and skipping school were beneath him now—he went straight for a phone!

He'd played like crazy for a whole day, and today he was going to push through and finally hit King rank!

Then he'd show Xiao Hong, hehe...

He was already fantasizing about winning Xiao Hong's admiration. That kid Xiaoming from the class next door? Nothing but a pushover, easily cut down!

"Hey? Little Uncle-in-law's online too!" The youngest son was about to start another game when he noticed Ye Cheng's avatar was lit up.

Ye Cheng's avatar was instantly recognizable. All the kids in his kindergarten class used cool, aloof guys or goddesses as their avatars, but Ye Cheng's—a grandpa Cow using a sniper rifle—was impossible to miss.

And it wasn't just the avatar that was lit up—there was also the iced tea logo on it... man!!!

"Grandpa Cow, First Assault of Fandou Garden, invites you to join the team!"

Speak of the devil. The youngest son was just about to send a message asking Ye Cheng to invite him, when the team invitation popped up. Who knows me better than my little uncle-in-law?!

The youngest son accepted the invite.

Without even looking, he fired off a voice message...

"Little Uncle-in-law, you're still up!"

Why voice, you ask? Well... he was just a kindergarten kid, after all. Typing was such a hassle—that was a skill reserved for first-grade elites!

The Pinyin Overlord, terrifying indeed!

The youngest son's ultra-cute elementary school voice appeared in the team voice chat, instantly silencing everyone—especially Shen Qinghan.

Compared to Xia Tongxin's ultra-cute loli voice, the youngest son here was the real heavyweight: a genuine elementary schooler... no, kindergarten kid. Not even elementary.

Innocent College Girl: "???"

The young miss typed a question mark, firing off her doubt first. As for the phone on the other end... Ye Cheng could already feel the suffocating grip of a python coiling around him.

A chokehold!

"Where did this elementary schooler come from?" Shen Qinghan's tone was filled with exasperation.

Ye Cheng blinked: "Hey, young miss, that's a pretty prejudiced view. What's wrong with elementary schoolers? Besides, he's not even an elementary schooler!"

Shen Qinghan frowned: "Not an elementary schooler?"

Maybe she was wrong and it was just a youthful voice... but this was pushing it a bit, wasn't it?

Ye Cheng nodded: "Yeah, Xiaobao is in kindergarten, senior year. I heard he's about to get a promotion—deputy class monitor or something. Either way, he's got rank."

Shen Qinghan: "..."

Once again, Ye Cheng felt that python-like suffocation. Damn, the young miss was choking him again!

Thump, thump, thump...

Each thump was protest and dissatisfaction over what Ye Cheng had just done—it was practically screaming, "How dare you mess with me!" without actually saying it.

That was the young miss for you—a woman of action. If it could be settled with violence, she wouldn't waste words.

The youngest son came in and saw the team was full—he was the last member. Four of them he knew, and only this "Innocent College Girl" was a stranger.

Seeing her send a question mark, the youngest son copied it and sent a question mark back, then followed up with a voice message.

Kindergarten Boss: "Hi there, are you Little Uncle-in-law's classmate?"

Innocent College Girl: "..."

Innocent College Girl: "Yeah, classmate."

Head Maid: "..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Damn, this was like a rule-based weirdness loop. The relationship question had been triggered, and the young miss automatically went into answer mode—classmate, classmate, classmate. Too smooth!

Shen Qinghan couldn't remember people who didn't have labels attached to them. So even though she'd crossed paths with the youngest son at the hospital before and heard him speak, she still didn't recognize him.

But hearing him say "Little Uncle-in-law" over and over made her pause for a moment—seemed like she'd heard that title somewhere before?

Within half a second, Shen Qinghan stopped thinking about it.

Does it matter who it is?

No.

Thinking done. She went back to waiting for the game to start.

That was the young miss's logic for you—simple and crude, completely indifferent to those around her, never wasting a second.

Kindergarten Boss: "Oh, okay. Watch me in a bit—I'll carry you to victory!"

Hearing it was Ye Cheng's classmate, and a girl at that, the youngest son perked up instantly, declaring he'd carry the team.

Completely forgetting the time he and Ye Cheng had become the black hole of the jungle together...

Innocent College Girl: "No need. I can win on my own."

Kindergarten Boss: "..."

Quietly, the youngest son went to the background and sent Ye Cheng a private message: "Little Uncle-in-law, your classmate is pretty scary. Does she not like me?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Xiaobao, don't overthink it."

"Phew, good. I thought she hated me."

"Oh, I mean, no need to wonder—she definitely doesn't like you."

The youngest son: "???"

The world isolates me, letting it mock me...

"Buzz—"

Match found. This time, no one backed out. The usual routine followed: ban phase, pick phase.

The young miss went jungle, Ye Cheng support, the youngest son mid, Xia Tongxin marksman, and the Head Maid stayed top...

As for why Shen Qinghan kept drifting further and further into the jungle role—simple: the jungler could farm everywhere, take whatever lane they wanted. As for whether teammates cursed at her... that was a problem for later.

Once she'd get flamed, she'd eventually go back to lane after respawning.

"Minions have spawned!"

Game one, start.

Ye Cheng, as usual, picked Yao and latched onto the young miss's head. Details... no support item.

If there was any hope of a comeback this match, it had to rest on Xia Xia's shoulders. He needed to farm more gold, stack some crit items, and see what could be done.

He'd had the misfortune of glimpsing the young miss's previous atrocious score line earlier. After seeing it, his brain went completely smooth—every time she encountered someone, within three seconds all her shiny buttons except Recall were gone.

Freaking amazing!

If they won a match like that, it'd be a miracle.

After a few minutes of playing, Xia Tongxin started sending signals. Even though they could communicate face-to-face in real life, she still tactfully chose to ping her teammate’s avatar in the game.

“Ding ding ding——”

Shen Qinghan furrowed her brow, stopped what she was doing, opened the teammate panel, and pinged back.

“Ding ding ding——”

Mixed Rolo: “What are you pinging for? Come help me already! I’ve been getting two-vs-one this whole time, what are you doing in the jungle?!”

Innocent College Girl: “No obligation to help. If you’re bad, go practice.”

Ye Cheng: “…”

Head Maid: “…”

The fight had begun.

The young lady had a god-given talent for psychological warfare and trash talk—normal people couldn’t even come up with lines like that, but to her, this was just a typical Tuesday.

See? That’s talent. All those people saying talent doesn’t matter, come take a look!

Back at the villa.

In the living room, Xia Tongxin gritted her teeth, clutching her tablet so hard that if she weren’t lacking in arm strength, she’d have snapped it in half by now.

She glared viciously at the wicked little milk-cow scammer demon sitting on the couch across from her, her anger building up nonstop. Caught between rage and cowardice, she chose to swallow her frustration and keep holding the line under tower pressure.

It genuinely brought back the “good old days” Xia Tongxin remembered from years ago, before the game got reworked.

Back then, there wasn’t even a “tank vs. tank lane” rule—it was just top lane, one guy vs two, and there was no such thing as “overtuned.” It was all about skill and the meta picks…

Within five minutes, Xia Tongxin had already died three times, and her anger was still stacking. As for Shen Qinghan over here… she was still happily farming jungle creeps and eating lane minions.

Head Maid over there was still being stingy as ever—every time anyone rushed over, nothing was left.

After eating the little kid’s minion wave, there were still people in mid lane camping, which was pretty dangerous and easy to get ganked, so…

“Young lady, are you sure this is okay?” Ye Cheng asked hesitantly.

“Shut up.” Shen Qinghan’s expression didn’t change as she walked over Xia Tongxin’s corpse, ate the minion wave before Xia Tongxin could even return to lane, and then bailed.

Xia Tongxin: “???”

“Ding ding ding——”

In visible real time, Xia Tongxin went red-hot, frantically tapping on the young lady’s avatar and spamming question marks on screen.

Mixed Rolo: “If you eat my minions, what am I supposed to eat? How can you be so selfish!”

Innocent College Girl: “If you’re bad, go practice. The minions don’t have your name written on them.”

Mixed Rolo: “???”

Mixed Rolo: “Fine, alright, you asked for it!”

Although… Ye Cheng also couldn’t understand why, even though they were sitting right in front of each other, less than two meters apart, they both insisted on typing away at each other.

Whatever, don’t think about it. He was about to hit first place in economy.

That’s right—Ye Cheng, this “secret MVP,” was about to steal his way to the top of the economy chart, and even Head Maid, that master of resource management, was about to be caught up to.

Shen Qinghan kept opening the game stats panel, a confused look on her face: “Why am I working this hard and still have such low economy?”

Ye Cheng: “Hey, young lady, that’s just life. Hard work doesn’t always pay off. If hard work were all it took, the richest people would be the workers at construction sites.”

Shen Qinghan: “…”

Shen Qinghan felt like something was off, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, so she just kept grinding away in silence.

Even to her dying breath, the young lady thought she just wasn’t working hard enough, and never once suspected she was being leeched.

Atta girl, young lady, don’t break character. Keep it up—soon your boy over here is going to be able to buy a full six-item build!

The little kid was stuck in his corner of the map, and while passing through mid lane, the enemy team’s five players pushed him into a corner and deleted him with a smooth little combo. Staring at his greyed-out screen, the little kid fell silent.

Looking at his dense stack of damage items and his horrifically negative score, he pondered back and forth…

In the end, the only truth he derived was… armor items!

According to the law of conservation of energy, kills don’t just vanish into thin air—they transfer from one place to another. The enemies noticed that after camping the little kid a few times, he kept getting tankier and tankier.

One combo couldn’t finish him off, and sometimes he even managed to escape. So they silently decided to pick a different ambush target.

The candidates were as follows…

The trash-tier jungler with zero mechanics—the perfect ATM target—but she had a full-build, fed Xiao Hong riding on her head, and every basic attack took half her health bar…

The tanky-as-hell mid laner, plus the top laner with god-tier game sense, and finally the short-legged auto-attacker running full damage, solo-playing the whole map with a negative score…

Hmm.

What a tough guess—who do you think got picked?

“You have been slain!” Five people jumped out of the bush and ganked Xia Tongxin.

Xia Tongxin: “???”