Miss Tang's One Hundred Little Tricks to Make Men Fall in Love with You

Late at night, at the Tang family residence.

"One hundred ways to make a man fall in love with you—each one should only be used when absolutely necessary, otherwise I'm afraid too many people will fall for you..."

From Tang Yuyao's room came the sound of a standard clickbait video, the kind of brain-numbing content churned out by money-hungry content farms. As the person in question, Tang Yuyao was thoroughly enjoying it.

Clickbait channels are called clickbait for a reason—most of their content is copy-pasted, read aloud by robotic voices, with zero nutritional value whatsoever.

However, there's a reason these channels have survived for so many years and remain highly active.

Volume leads to volume, quantity turns to quality—someone's bound to fall for it eventually.

Even if the content is mostly recycled, just one point that hits a nerve is enough to convert views into fans.

As the saying goes:

No one stays eighteen forever, but there will always be someone who is eighteen. Old bookworms develop increasingly picky tastes and are hard to please, but new readers just discovering books? They'll eat anything.

They'll even take a bite out of garbage just to taste it, and they enjoy it endlessly. After being beaten down by society and panning through mountains of crap for gold, they eventually evolve into old bookworms.

Then they start getting picky. History is one giant loop.

If you think that's where it ends, you'd be too naive.

Have you heard of "returning to simplicity"?

Old bookworms aren't the final evolution—the fully evolved old bookworms turn back into "newbies." Even they'll take a bite of garbage for the taste, not because they enjoy it, but because they have no choice. They've read too much and run out of things to eat.

That's Ye Cheng's situation—he's reached that stage of returning to simplicity and likes to chill out watching brainless videos from time to time.

Tang Yuyao belongs to the group of newbies who just opened the door to a whole new world. She's completely unaware of how vacuous the clickbait content in front of her is—watching with great interest and listening with serious attention.

She even took notes in her memo app.

One hundred ways to make a man fall in love with you...

Mm, sounds impressive. Why hadn't she thought of this before?

Several hours had passed since she first got into bed, but Tang Yuyao showed no signs of sleepiness. After another short video ended, she yawned.

"Hm? It's this late already—I should sleep, or I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

Tang Yuyao turned off her phone and got ready to sleep.

Then, she started mentally rehearsing the one hundred ways to make a man fall in love from the videos she'd just watched, automatically replacing the female lead with herself. As for the male lead...

"Hehe... get away, hehe..."

Tang Yuyao let out the weird laugh reserved exclusively for women past their prime and still single—she was practically turning into Venom, her cheeks flushed red.

Clearly, these few hours of brain-dead videos tonight had been a resounding success. The folds in her brain had been smoothed out, become silky smooth!

She was gradually turning into Ye Cheng...

"Don't feed, you idiot!"

Tang Yuyao had just closed her eyes when she suddenly heard from the next room her little nephew's squeaky kindergartner-in-the-senior-year voice, a tone that sounded like a cheap snack flavor. Her eyes snapped open, filled with confusion.

"Isn't that little fatty asleep yet?"

Starting to stay up late at such a young age—he'd better watch out, or he won't grow tall, won't grow up!

As a doctor, Tang Yuyao knew this stuff better than anyone. The most classic example: it's fine for a boy to be chubby during childhood or adulthood, but absolutely not during puberty.

Otherwise... well, those who know, know.

It's okay if it's small, it's still cute.

"Fatty, go to sleep now, or I'm coming over there to smack you!" Tang Yuyao was too lazy to get out of bed, so she just shouted from where she lay, her voice piercing through the walls.

The little nephew next door would definitely hear her, and then he'd reply... of course, that's how it'd go under normal circumstances—if nothing unexpected happened.

Right now, things were a bit unexpected.

After waiting for a while, there was still no reply from her little nephew. Tang Yuyao furrowed her brows.

"This little fatty's asking for a beating—he doesn't even know to reply to his dear little aunt. Ungrateful little brat." Tang Yuyao let out a light snort and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep again.

Meanwhile, in the next room, the little nephew—still busy farming in his game—just barely escaped an ambush by several enemy laners.

He felt the relief of having survived by the skin of his teeth.

"Awesome, I survived!" The little nephew's chubby face wore a simple, down-to-earth grin.

"Wait, did someone just call me?"

"Auntie?"

The little nephew tested a shout, waited a moment, then when he got no response from Tang Yuyao, he dismissed it as mishearing and went back to lying there gaming.

Several more matches passed, and the more he played, the quieter he got. Finally, he yawned, ready to sleep.

"Auntie's husband, I still have school tomorrow..."

Tang Yuyao: "???"

Husband?

What husband? Whose husband?

Tang Yuyao sat bolt upright like a corpse rising from the dead, shooting up from the bed, all traces of drowsiness gone. She didn't even bother with slippers—she hopped off the bed barefoot and pressed herself against the wall like a giant gecko.

And just like that, she could hear everything coming from the little nephew's room crystal clear...

"Playing games behind my back?" A question mark appeared above Tang Yuyao's head.

A thought struck her—she fished out her phone, logged in, and checked Ye Cheng's status. Sure enough... online.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

Those two were getting chummier with each other than with her now?

They were playing games behind her back?!

Jerk!!!

Tang Yuyao felt completely betrayed. She was about to enter her "Ultra Rage" form. Damn it—they were playing together without her!!!

"Hey, auntie's husband, I'll go next door and ask my aunt if she wants to play."

The little nephew's voice came clear from next door, followed by the sound of him getting out of bed and opening the door. At the doorway, he stopped, his hand raised to knock but hesitating as he rubbed his smooth double chin.

"By this hour, my aunt's probably asleep already, right? I'll just skip it—if I wake her up, she'll hit me again..."

The little nephew muttered to himself and prepared to head back.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

Waiting in her room for him to come call her, Tang Yuyao now sported several question marks above her head. She had the urge to kill. You're being considerate for nothing!

Haven't you heard that 'nice guys finish last behind dogs'?!

Gritting her teeth, Tang Yuyao charged out of her room. Just as the little nephew was about to close his door to sleep, she slammed her hand against it.

"Bang!"

"What the—!" The little nephew flinched in terror, staring at Tang Yuyao, who had appeared at his door out of nowhere.

"Auntie, you're still awake?"

Tang Yuyao wore a wicked grin on her face: "Well, well, Xiaobao, you've got wings now, huh? Playing games and not even calling your aunt—you just went right ahead on your own..."

The little nephew: "..."

"Gulp." He swallowed hard, and the way he stared at Tang Yuyao turned fearful. His aunt right now, no matter how you looked at her, was like those people on TV who'd gone off the deep end.

"Ahhh—!"

The little nephew screamed, and—bang—the door slammed shut.

At the same time, in Old Master Tang's room, hearing the scream, he snapped his eyes open.

"Guilan, did you hear that?"

"Go, you old fool, did you hear something? If you're not sleeping, get the hell out!" Tang's mother, still half-asleep and groggy, nevertheless managed to land a precise kick right on Old Man Tang's rear end.

Old Man Tang: "..."

"Strange... did I mishear?" Old Man Tang muttered to himself with a slightly odd expression. He waited for a while, and when the sound seemed to have stopped, he lay back down to sleep.

Probably just his imagination.

In the little nephew's room.

"Little uncle, I'm not sleeping anymore, let's keep playing—but we have to keep it down. I won't send voice messages from now on, I'll just type."

The little nephew, following what Tang Yuyao had instructed him earlier, sent a message over to Ye Cheng's side, still using that over-the-top kindergarten snack-bar squeaky voice.

After sending the voice message, the little nephew put the phone down and cautiously glanced at his babysitter aunt who was supervising him.

"Alright, you little chubster, go to sleep. Auntie will take over from here."

Tang Yuyao's face was lit up with excitement, her grin practically turning into something out of a symbiote.

The little nephew: "..."

"Um... Auntie... my phone..."

"What's a little kid like you doing with a phone? Go to sleep or I'll smack you." Tang Yuyao looked like a full-on bully.

The little nephew: "..."

A moment later, the game started. Tang Yuyao clutched the phone and started playing, while the little nephew lay sprawled on the bed looking like he'd died with his eyes open, staring wide as saucers at the ceiling.

The world has abandoned me, letting it mock me...

He'd finally managed to trade for a day with the phone, and before he could even enjoy it much, his aunt had snatched it away.

Felt like he'd never smile again.

Smiles don't just vanish into thin air—they just transfer from one place to another. Right now, for instance, Tang Yuyao was grinning ear to ear.

Happier than a kid who was technically several hundred months old. She loved playing, loved having fun.

"Huh... 'Innocent College Girl'? Who the heck is that?"

Tang Yuyao raised an eyebrow, staring at the room owner's name in confusion.

She was pretty sure she knew this person, since the other two players in the team were the same as before—Head Maid and Pinkie.

That left... Lin Baizhi?

Tang Yuyao's gaze locked onto Lin Baizhi. After all, that name fit the most. Dongfang Zhixia could never have a name like that, and Shen Qinghan? No way.

If that was Shen Qinghan, Tang Yuyao would eat her own shoes!

"Oh ho, didn't see that coming. So Baizhi's the secret spicy type, huh? What a contrast..." Tang Yuyao had always thought Lin Baizhi was the pure white moonlight type.

Or maybe the domineering female CEO archetype. But no— "Innocent College Girl"? Here we go.

Tsk tsk tsk. You never really know a person. Guess you gotta stay careful—she might be the one backstabbing you when you least expect it.

The positions in the game hadn't changed. Tang Yuyao was still going mid lane.

After playing for a bit, Tang Yuyao started noticing something was off...

"What's Pinkie doing with tank items and Ghost?" Tang Yuyao raised an eyebrow, genuinely amazed. Was she that scared of dying?

Since she was playing as the little nephew right now, she couldn't exactly call it out directly. Tang Yuyao opened the stats panel and tapped on Xia Tongxin's icon.

"Ding ding ding—"

Mixed Loli: "What?"

Kindergarten Boss: "Why are you building tank items?"

Mixed Loli: "None of your business!"

Tang Yuyao: "???"

Oh, my temper!

But soon, Tang Yuyao realized that it wasn't just Xia Tongxin building tank—their jungler was too. Except... their jungler was an assassin.

You're an assassin and you're building tank?

Can you even kill anything with that?

"Ding ding ding—"

Same move, Tang Yuyao tapped on Shen Qinghan's icon.

Innocent College Girl: "Shut up. Git gud, noob."

Tang Yuyao: "???"