"Miss?"
The tentative voice of the little secretary echoed in Dongfang Zhixia's ears. It took several calls before Dongfang Zhixia finally snapped out of her daze.
Dongfang Zhixia let out a cold snort and swiftly closed the telescope lens, then rapped the little secretary’s head twice in frustration.
"Pathetic. Is this all you’ve got? Just because they’re wearing a little less, you can’t handle it?"
The little secretary blinked, her eyes filled with a hint of relief—had the young mistress not seen anything?
Well, when Dongfang Zhixia had arrived earlier, the little secretary had "fought tooth and nail" to shift the telescope’s original position. Even if she looked now, she’d only see people from other dorms on their balconies. There was no way she’d have the luck to spot that certain troublemaker.
The little secretary exhaled in relief, her heart—which had nearly leapt out of her chest—finally settling back down.
"Instead of losing weight like I told you, you’re peeping at night? Add another 10 kilometers to your run today. No sleep until you finish!"
"Wahhh, nooo, Miss! I was wrong, wahhh…"
Dongfang Zhixia remained expressionless as she dragged the little secretary downstairs for their run. The only evidence of their earlier presence was the trail of nosebleed left behind by the secretary.
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Meanwhile.
Boys’ Dormitory.
Ye Cheng finally finished his cigarette. "Tyrannical Loser" mode logged off—now entering the stage: Kindergarten Sprint Champion, Elementary School Jump Rope Champion, Middle School Harmonica Competition Champion…
If only Ye Cheng were in an infinite flow novel, his titles alone would overflow the chat box. People wouldn’t even see him—his epithets would arrive first.
Was it just his imagination, or had someone been watching him earlier during his emo act?
No technique involved—just Ye Cheng’s "spider sense."
He casually flicked the cigarette butt downward without a second glance, turning back into his room.
The cigarette butt spun midair, leaving behind a faint, pleasant iced tea fragrance—uniquely potent and lingering. Even its trajectory carried the distinct aroma.
After several rotations, the moment the butt hit the ground, it vanished. The lingering scent disappeared too.
Returned to where it belonged.
Upstairs, in Ye Cheng’s room.
Ye Cheng lay on his bed, reaching under his pillow. A plain white cigarette—no branding—appeared in his hand again.
What flavor this time? He held it between his lips, images flashing through his mind. Every option seemed tempting.
This cigarette was the smoothest he’d ever smoked—no contest. Even premium brands couldn’t compare. Other cigarettes left him dizzy or nauseated afterward—nicotine assaulting his central nervous system.
But this shape-shifting cigarette? No nicotine. Just a harmless, otherworldly substitute. It felt like something from another era.
Too bad Ye Cheng feared being hauled off for experiments—otherwise, he’d set up a stall selling "specialty flavored smokes." Imagine: limited-edition "anime girl" flavors, marketed to otaku at double the price.
He’d even brainstormed the slogan:
"The distance between you and your goddess? Just one cigarette away."
It’d sell like crazy. After all, the taste matched whatever you imagined. Whatever flavor your "goddess" embodied—that’s what you’d taste.
Click.
Ye Cheng lit up, indulging in his thoughts—only he knew the exact flavor.
Cigarette dangling from his lips, he checked his phone. Unread messages: 99+. Every one was the same—demonic whispers from some bratty girl’s taunting voice:
"Giggle~ Mere trash like you? Since you lost, prepare for punishment! By my command, you will now—"
Idiot.
Ye Cheng couldn’t take it anymore, closing the chat. As for Xia Tongxin’s "punishment"? He hadn’t even listened. Punishment? Sounded like bad rap to him.
Ye Cheng wasn’t some pushover. Only a few high-maintenance young ladies gave him trouble—walking a tightrope where one misstep meant humiliation.
Honesty? That’s for businessmen. He was just an average guy—too dumb for fancy talk. If no one claimed it, finders keepers…
Ye Cheng swiftly blocked and deleted Xia Tongxin, exited the game, and dozed off.
But soon, his brows furrowed. That brat’s voice echoed in his mind:
"Trash~ Trash~~~"
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Meanwhile.
Da’ao City.
Xia Tongxin was still basking in victory, chanting "trash" and reciting her lengthy, rule-like punishment like some cursed incantation.
After her usual routine, she sent another 60-second voice message—but this time, something was different.
A red exclamation mark appeared.
"Eh… what’s this?" Xia Tongxin blinked, her big eyes filled with confusion.
As the family’s most spoiled darling, no one had ever dared speak harshly to her—let alone block her. She’d never seen WeChat’s block indicator before.
She even mistook it for some special badge, like the "fire" emoji.
Tap tap tap.
Her tiny fingers danced across the screen as she searched online: What does a red exclamation mark mean when sending messages?
"Searching for relevant answers, please wait…"
"123 related results found."
"Analyzing data… Dear user, based on the provided information, the conclusion is: You have been blocked by the recipient."
Xia Tongxin: "…"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?
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!"
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
