"Seriously, dude, do you even dare to read this mission reward out loud yourself?
Ultra-defined muscle lines?
He’s not even surnamed Ma, what’s with the ‘ultra-defined muscle lines’ nonsense?"
But since the mission had already popped up, Ye Cheng had no reason to refuse—it wasn’t anything too outrageous, just going in for a cup of tea and sitting around for a bit.
As for the absurdly abstract description from this godforsaken golden finger, Ye Cheng had already tuned it out.
He’d been messed with before, like that one time the mission description demanded he "do something" for the young lady and the student council president… Ugh, forget it. Just end the world already. Nothing matters anymore.
"Alright then, since you’re begging me so pitifully, Dr. Tang, I’ll reluctantly agree!"
Ye Cheng put on a magnanimous act, "reluctantly" accepting Tang Yuyao’s request.
Thud!
...
Inside the house.
Ye Cheng sat on the sofa, now sporting yet another lump on his head.
Tang Yuyao busied herself tidying up, stacking things in an inconspicuous corner of the living room so they wouldn’t be an eyesore.
Only after finishing did she finally turn her attention to Ye Cheng.
"What would you like to drink?" Tang Yuyao gathered the loose strands of hair framing her face, tying them into a small bun—though given how thick her hair was, the "small" bun ended up looking more like a large, fluffy dumpling.
For some reason, it looked oddly squishy, tempting one to give it a pinch.
"Coffee, black tea, green tea, milk, beer..."
She opened the fridge and recited the options like a menu.
"Black tea. The other stuff makes me choke," Ye Cheng replied after a moment of serious contemplation.
"Got it." Tang Yuyao closed the fridge and rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for tea leaves.
Gurgle gurgle—soon, the sound of boiling water came from the kitchen.
Before long, Tang Yuyao returned with a freshly brewed cup of black tea, its fragrant aroma filling the room with an oddly intoxicating scent.
She took a sip of her own cup. "Didn’t expect you to go for this. I thought brats like you would prefer coffee or something."
Though coffee was her favorite, tea wasn’t bad either—refreshing, less jittery than caffeine, and gentler on the body.
Ye Cheng picked up his cup, blew on it lightly, and took a sip.
He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor, then opened them again.
"Smooth and sweet on the palate, with a lingering aftertaste and a robust, mellow finish..."
His masterful critique left Tang Yuyao stunned. She knew a thing or two about tea, but compared to Ye Cheng, she might as well have been a rookie.
A greenhorn standing before a seasoned connoisseur.
"You actually know your stuff?" Tang Yuyao arched an eyebrow, her tone laced with surprise. Her impression of Ye Cheng shifted slightly.
Ye Cheng took another sip before replying, "Just a little."
This humble?
His sudden modesty threw Tang Yuyao off. Was this really the same shameless brat she knew?
Was he… playing dumb to hide his skills?
Her interest piqued. Back when she was a young miss at home, she hadn’t watched much TV, but after becoming a carefree slacker, she’d gotten hooked on brainless dramas and cheesy shorts.
And the most common trope in those? Undercover experts.
Masters returning to the mundane world, heirs to secret legacies, domineering CEOs with hidden pasts...
Tang Yuyao’s eyes sparkled as her imagination ran wild, conjuring up an entire soap opera in her head. Suddenly, Ye Cheng’s odd behavior made sense.
He must be one of them!
Her voice brimming with excitement, she pressed further. "How do you know all this? Why are you so knowledgeable? Is it because you’re...?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Ye Cheng feigned surprise. "Wow, you actually saw through me? Dr. Tang, you’re sharper than I thought."
His response only fueled her enthusiasm.
Ye Cheng continued, adopting the air of a sage. "It’s nothing special. Just practice. Tasting tea isn’t that hard—drink enough, and you’ll get the hang of it."
His "wise master" act had Tang Yuyao practically vibrating. She eagerly took another sip, trying to discern the nuances he’d described.
And… it actually worked!
Gulp.
She swallowed. "That’s amazing! By the way, what brand of black tea do you usually drink?"
"I prefer big-name, master-crafted, traditionally brewed stuff. Figured this would do… sigh, I guess it’s passable." Ye Cheng glanced at his cup, sighing like a man forced to settle.
Tang Yuyao blinked. "Which big name? I’ll buy some too!"
She was fully invested now, taking another sip and savoring it slowly, trying to catch the subtleties she’d previously overlooked.
Ye Cheng nodded solemnly. "Oh, that? I’m partial to Master Kong’s—especially the iced kind. But the old guy’s gotten greedy lately, raised the price by half a yuan. So I’ve switched to Uni-President."
He delivered this analysis of iced tea market trends with utter seriousness.
Tang Yuyao froze.
Master Kong?
Iced?
Pffft—!!!
Realizing he was talking about bottled iced tea, she spat out her mouthful in shock, drenching Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng: "..."
"You mean ICED TEA?!" Tang Yuyao’s voice cracked as her composure shattered.
"Yeah. Big brand. Black tea. What’s the issue?" Ye Cheng wiped the tea off his face, blinking innocently.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
She’d thought he was playing dumb to hide his brilliance. Turns out, he was just playing dumb to shovel nonsense!
And she’d bought it—hook, line, and sinker. An invisible slap seemed to strike her face as her cheeks burned crimson with humiliation.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!"
"You little brat, I’ll kill you!!"
"Hey, that’s unfair! Iced tea is tea! Keep this up, and I’ll sue you for discrimination—OW!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
...
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
