Bang!
The bedroom door slammed shut, the loud noise echoing through the empty hallway. The noblewoman had been kicked out. After a brief moment to gather her emotions, her eyes welled up with tears again, and she let out a soft whimper, ready to coax her dear Tongxin.
"Wuuu..."
Before she could even finish her "opening act," an even louder sob erupted from inside the room.
"Waaahhh!!! Sob sob… Damn it, wuuu… Why? Why am I so tiny? Sob sob…"
"Evil cow! Wicked cow! Waaahhh… Why can’t I be a wicked cow too? Sob sob…"
The noblewoman: "..."
Silently, she swallowed the words she’d been about to say. Compared to her Tongxin’s plight, her own troubles seemed trivial—she’d merely been kicked out, but her dear Tongxin was…
The noblewoman fell silent for a moment, then glanced down at her own "wickedness." Hmm… surely this was hereditary, right? So why was her daughter still so… petite?
"It’s okay, Tongxin. Being small is cute too! Mommy loves you just the way you are."
"Waaahhh! Shut up, you evil cow! Sob sob… You’ll never understand how I feel! Waaahhh!!!"
Her well-intentioned comfort backfired spectacularly, landing like a brutal critical hit on her already fragile daughter, shattering her defenses completely.
With a sigh, the noblewoman offered a few more consoling words outside the door before trudging away, her footsteps fading down the hallway.
Inside the room…
Xia Tongxin was furiously pummeling a cow plushie, her tiny fists a blur as she unleashed a rapid flurry of punches—all aimed at the same spot.
And what spot might that be? Hmm… so hard to guess, right?
After several minutes, Xia Tongxin delivered one final rage-fueled punch—splat—right into the plushie’s body before collapsing onto her bed, clutching another stuffed toy as she whimpered softly.
"Sob sob… Why? It’s not fair… Why am I the only one like this? Waaahhh… I’ve been eating all the stuff that’s supposed to make you wicked too! Sob sob… Why?! Waaahhh!!!"
After crying for a while, she finally wore herself out. Sniffling, she wiped her tear-streaked face and rubbed her runny nose.
Then… her stomach growled.
While scavenging her room for snacks, she muttered to herself between bites of cake. Once satisfied, she moved on to her daily "offering ritual."
With practiced ease, she opened a certain four-letter app on her phone. The familiar "TiMi~" jingle played as she logged in, her eyes immediately locking onto the grayed-out avatar of her friend list’s "Grandpa Bull"—Ye Cheng.
He still wasn’t online.
The hope and anticipation on Xia Tongxin’s face vanished. The sparkle in her eyes dimmed as she pouted, her voice dripping with disappointment.
"Why hasn’t he logged in yet…?"
Still, today’s in-game event had dropped a bunch of new skins. She bought them all—and gifted every single one to Ye Cheng. His mailbox was already stuffed with over a dozen new skins.
As for the older ones? That night she’d apologized to him, she’d gone all out—every purchasable skin in the game, maxed out for him.
Xia Tongxin actually had multiple maxed-out accounts. The one she’d used to play with Ye Cheng was just one of them.
Back when she’d first gotten hooked on gaming, she was still a minor—limited to just a few hours of playtime per day. Frustrated, she’d used her maids’ IDs to register over a dozen accounts, going on an unrestrained spending spree.
Money? She tossed it into the game without blinking. But no matter how much she spent, she could never recapture that initial thrill.
After turning 18, she stuck to her original account—the same one she used to face off against Ye Cheng. If he ever agreed, she could instantly hand him a maxed-out account, letting him go wild with all the skins he’d once only dreamed of!
Oh, he’d have the time of his life!
Come on, the title "Dominating Rookie" wasn’t just for show!
After gifting the skins, Xia Tongxin did what she always did—opened the chat and sent Ye Cheng a 60-second voice message packed with her "ultra-adorable loli voice." Rambling for ages, the gist was simple: I’m sorry, let’s play together again, please don’t be mad at me!
But ever since Ye Cheng had been scammed by her last time, he’d "sealed his heart with cement." I’ll take the skins, but you can keep the sentiment. That line still haunted her.
At night, it replayed in her nightmares—visions of Ye Cheng finding a new gaming buddy and leaving her behind, only for that new friend to mock her mercilessly:
"You? (Glances down, voice dripping with disdain) Think you can game with my Grandpa Bull? Kid, are you even old enough to play…?"
The nightmare’s script was a chaotic fusion of every insecurity Xia Tongxin had ever faced, morphing into one super-powered, soul-crushing horror.
She’d had this dream multiple times. Waking up didn’t erase the memory—it only made reality worse. Because while the nightmare was fake, her petite frame and "ultra-childish proportions" were undeniable facts. Waaahhh…
These nightmares only strengthened Xia Tongxin’s resolve to finally attend school. Today, she’d made up her mind—which led to the earlier scene of her noble mother offering to accompany her, only to be branded an "evil cow" and kicked out.
Not that Xia Tongxin had much to pack. If she wanted, one call could replicate her entire room—down to the last detail—at Great Sea City Noble Academy.
Oh, right. Thanks to her family’s "generous donations," the gambling tycoon’s clan owned property at Ye Cheng’s elite school too—a villa for Xia Tongxin, and an apartment for her maids.
Xia Tongxin's life motto: Don't challenge my one-minute interest with your entire savings!
Xia Tongxin packed her pink little backpack and prepared to leave. "Hmm, seems like I didn't forget anything, right?"
She paused, furrowing her delicate brows as she scanned her bedroom, as if pondering whether she had overlooked something. Finally, her gaze landed on the cow plushie she had just vigorously "Ora-ed."
"Almost forgot about you!" Xia Tongxin hurried over, grabbed her cow plushie, and dashed out of the room, heading toward the family's private airport.
In less than half an hour, a plane took off from the Gambling King family's private airstrip, flying from Grand Macau City to Great Sea City. The scene somehow eerily matched the absurdly dumb short video Ye Cheng had watched earlier.
As frequent private jet buyers know, owning too many planes can be quite a hassle—which is precisely why having your own private airport is essential. So...
What others dismissed as a brainless clip became reality for Xia Tongxin—no, wait, it was just another ordinary day in the life of a rich loli.
Next stop—
Great Sea City Noble Academy!
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