"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!
...
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
