"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!
...
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
