"Uh... President, isn't this a bit..."
[Host, please honor the agreement and fulfill all of Dongfang Zhixia's demands for the next 24 hours!]
[Task reward: 100% guaranteed coin toss lands on tails.]
[Failure reward: Honesty—compelled to always tell the truth!]
Before Ye Cheng could finish his sentence, the system's prompt abruptly flashed before his eyes. Seeing the absurdly disproportionate task requirements and rewards, he immediately wanted to refuse.
Are you kidding? Satisfying Dongfang Zhixia's every whim for an entire day? What if the young miss orders him to cosplay as some internet meme or do something downright disgusting? That'd be social suicide!
And what’s with the "100% guaranteed coin toss lands on tails" reward? Is this a joke? What the hell is the point of that?
Honestly, even a "buy-one-get-one-free" guarantee on iced tea would be more appealing. This so-called "superpower" is utterly useless—though technically, it is a superpower, no matter how dumb.
Currently, Ye Cheng already possesses another "terrifying" spatial ability: the power to summon a cigarette anytime, anywhere.
Hmm... Sure, it sounds equally lame, but at least it’s vaguely related to spatial manipulation, right?
As the saying goes, "Time is supreme, but space reigns as king." Ye Cheng figured he was at least a minor monarch... sort of.
(He even paused dramatically to avoid slurring the last two words together.)
Ye Cheng was ready to reject the task outright—until he saw the failure "reward." His entire body stiffened, and the disdain in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by sheer clarity.
"Honesty—compelled to always tell the truth"? That’s a death sentence!
His mind conjured a horrifying scenario: A normal day, Dongfang Zhixia casually asking, "Do you love me?" His "passive" effect triggers, forcing him to blurt out the unfiltered truth. Next thing he knows, the young miss reduces him to mincemeat.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Sometimes, people laugh when they’re truly helpless—not out of optimism, but sheer desperation.
This damn "golden finger" (system) always pretends to offer choices, acting all considerate. But look at this failure "reward"! Who in their right mind would want it? Accept it, and the next day, you’ll be turned into paste just for blinking wrong.
Ye Cheng suspected he was trapped in some capitalist scheme.
Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and embraced life’s "elbow strike." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Dongfang Zhixia. The softness of her body and her unique scent flooded his senses.
Hmm... Seems the president has the upper hand here.
Unconsciously, his mind painted a landscape: mountains in the distance, mountains up close, mountains everywhere.
The scheming young miss was clearly outmatched. Ye Cheng mentally noted to sneak more fruits into her meals next time—like papayas. Lots of papayas.
Forgive me, young miss. It’s for your own good.
Just as Ye Cheng’s mind began to drift, Dongfang Zhixia’s authoritative voice snapped him back to reality.
"Kiss me."
Ye Cheng: "???"
He nearly jumped out of his skin, ready to bolt out the window. Was this a dream? Wake up already! If this continues, it’ll turn into a nightmare!
Time was running out. Past experience taught him that task judgments rarely exceeded 30 seconds. Fail to decide in time, and it’s an automatic failure.
Adrenaline surged. His smooth brain kicked into gear, only to immediately report his eyeballs to his immune system.
Screw this. Let’s all just die together.
Cerebellum: "So... it’s my turn again? The slumbering azure beast awakens!"
Cerebellum: "Last time was a fluke. Now, witness the crimson beast!"
Cerebellum: "Engage!!!"
With seconds left, Ye Cheng stopped hesitating and went for it—planting his lips right on hers.
The sensation was overwhelming. Soft, warm, and distinctly flavored—slightly bitter, like coffee, but with a creamy smoothness.
Her fragrance intensified at close range, richer and more buttery than the scheming young miss’s.
Why did the president smell so much like cream? For some reason, Ye Cheng pictured her clumsy, wide-eyed secretary.
Enough.
He didn’t linger. Experience taught him a slap was imminent.
Thankfully, Shen Qinghan had "trained" him well. His endurance and thick skin were now top-tier. Every slap was just another +1 to his defense stat.
He pulled back and braced for impact.
One second passed. Nothing.
Two seconds. Still nothing.
Three...
Huh?
Why no slap? Ye Cheng blinked in confusion. Dongfang Zhixia stood frozen, her gaze vacant, locked onto his chest.
She seemed... dazed.
So... her first kiss. Gone. Just like that. All because she wanted to spite Shen Qinghan?
Her first reaction wasn’t rage or violence—just frantic mental calculations.
How did this happen? She’d imagined Ye Cheng chickening out, kissing her hair, or her cheek. Never her lips.
No, no. She must be hallucinating. That coward wouldn’t dare. This had to be the secretary’s fault. A stress-induced delusion...
A hand waved in front of her face. Ye Cheng’s voice, laced with concern, snapped her back.
"President, are you okay? Uh, well, you should hit me now." Ye Cheng even "kindly" reminded Dongfang Zhixia of what she should do next—hit him.
If she didn’t slap him, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself to Shen Qinghan later. He was counting on that slap to play the victim and act pitiful in front of her. Without it, how could he even start crying?
The squeaky wheel gets the grease—though the context might not be quite right here, it didn’t matter. Crying was the goal either way.
Dongfang Zhixia snapped back to reality at Ye Cheng’s voice.
It was real. All of it was real. Her first kiss was really gone, stolen by some idiot… and worse, it was her own stupidity that had let him kiss her.
Suddenly,
Dongfang Zhixia smiled—a smile that sent chills down Ye Cheng’s spine.
Oh crap, not good. The president’s lost it from anger!
Ye Cheng sucked in a sharp breath, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!"
