The Despair of Auto-Downloading Genshin Impact on Your Phone

【Shen Nian】: No need to get so worked up. What father doesn’t love his son?

【Chen Dong】: You’d better not come to school.

Shen Nian shook his head. This kid didn’t know gratitude—utterly hopeless.

He unilaterally severed their father-son relationship.

After pocketing his phone, Shen Nian stopped by a nearby breakfast shop and bought two three-yuan bowls of century egg and lean pork congee.

Back in the neighborhood, he simply wiped himself down with cold water, changed into a T-shirt, and when the time was right, knocked on Xia Yanchun’s door.

The door opened, revealing Xia Yanchun in her blue-and-white school uniform, backpack slung over her shoulder. Her shoulder-length hair barely required any effort—just a quick brush and a haphazard tie with a hairband, leaving it looking slightly tousled.

"Good morning, underclassman!"

"......"

Starting the day with an idiot—just another routine for Xia Yanchun.

"Tch, boring. Here, take it."

"Huh? You went out this morning?" Xia Yanchun frowned at the cup of congee Shen Nian handed her, her question absentminded.

"Woke up early for once."

"What for?"

"Went to the park to exercise."

Xia Yanchun scoffed. "You?"

Two short words, yet they perfectly encapsulated years of disbelief and disdain toward Shen Nian.

"Where’s the trust between people?" Shen Nian wiped his brow dramatically. "What’ll you do if I actually did go exercise?"

"Nothing. Let’s go."

Xia Yanchun wasn’t dumb. Even if Shen Nian had exercised, why should she owe him anything?

As if he deserved all the perks.

Besides, whether Shen Nian exercised or not had nothing to do with her.

At six in the morning, Cinan was just waking up. Today, Xia Yanchun skipped her usual stop at the breakfast shop downstairs—thanks to Shen Nian’s congee.

She sipped it through a straw as she walked, letting her hair brush against her cheeks. The congee was still warm.

"What are you watching?"

"A video."

"I meant what video." Xia Yanchun narrowed her eyes, deliberately slowing her pace to walk beside him before leaning in like a curious cat, shamelessly peeking at his phone.

Shen Nian usually didn’t care, but today, he unexpectedly locked his screen.

After all, he’d been watching a comic recap titled After I Left, My Childhood Friend Started Regretting It.

This kind of guilty pleasure was best kept to himself—especially from Xia Yanchun.

Not that he was particularly into it. He just stumbled upon it occasionally for a laugh.

"Curiosity is the first step to falling for me. Just admit it—I’ll give you a chance."

"Ugh, goodbye." Xia Yanchun pursed her lips, mentally noting that Shen Nian was as insufferable as ever, and quickened her steps to walk ahead.

Shen Nian caught up, grinning. "I bought you breakfast. Aren’t you gonna thank me?"

"I’ll treat you next time."

"Really? Let’s hit up a hot pot place this weekend."

“Three-yuan congee for a few hundred-yuan meal? Are you scamming me already? Now you get nothing.”

"Can’t you be a little generous?"

"You first."

"Not even cute, yet so full of yourself."

A punch from the beauty followed.

At school, Chen Dong’s face was stormy.

As everyone knew, guys shared "resources" with their bros—that’s how everyone’s collection grew.

When Shen Nian sent him a video earlier, the school’s slow Wi-Fi delayed the download, so he forwarded it to a few group chats first.

He expected a chorus of "Thanks, hero!" Instead, he got muted before a single word of gratitude.

‘You’re into this?’

‘Even the dark web admins said they’d come after me if I posted this trash again.’

‘Dumping garbage in the group? Muted.’

You have been muted for 12 hours.

Confused, he finally watched the downloaded video—and instantly regretted it.

Outdoor setting? Check. Hot dance? Check. Everything was technically real, but it was pure deception!

Worse, some group members now thought this was his fetish, and being muted meant he couldn’t explain.

The despair was akin to his phone auto-downloading Genshin Impact.

"Shen Nian, have you picked how you want to die?"

Shen Nian, who’d just entered the classroom, was baffled. "What did I do?"

"Playing dumb."

"I just wanted you to see the lively aunies square dancing. What’s wrong with that?"

"You—"

Damn it!

Shen Nian said nothing else, sitting down to bury himself in studying.

The morning had back-to-back English classes.

English class had a staple activity: random students called up front for dictation.

The whole class participated, but while those at their desks could cheat, the ones on stage might as well prepare their coffins.

"Li Shiyan."

Li Shiyan obediently walked to the front.

"Shen Nian." Yan Yuzhu paused, as if hesitant, before finally calling his name.

She knew Shen Nian had been working hard lately, but since the term started, she’d called nearly everyone except him. Avoiding him might seem like favoritism.

If he gets all the words right, I’ll treat him to a carton of Wangzai Milk.

Shen Nian wasn’t surprised. He strode up confidently. Though he hadn’t mastered all 3,500 vocabulary words yet, today’s scope was within his grasp. No cheating needed—he could handle this.

Effort never lied. Even someone as brilliant as Xia Yanchun had her late-night study sessions behind those stellar grades.

Luckily, Shen Nian was a mix of natural talent and hard work.

Dictation? Piece of cake.

He stood at the front beside Li Shiyan, who, being a bit naive, immediately fretted.

Should I let him cheat off me? Getting called up and failing means penalty copies.

But then she remembered how Shen Nian had tricked her yesterday with that "mystery box" prank, and her resolve wavered.

After much deliberation, she decided to be the bigger person. Shen Nian fooled her, but she’d repay meanness with kindness—after all, she and Xia Yanchun were close, and Shen Nian was Xia Yanchun’s childhood friend.

"Hey, why are you grinning like an idiot?" Shen Nian gave her a skeptical side-eye.

"Ah, um, nothing..." After fidgeting, Li Shiyan whispered, "You can copy from me later—just don’t let the teacher see!"

"?"

Wait, that confident?

He wanted to say "delusional," but given Li Shiyan’s looks, "confident" fit better.

"Standing before you is the newly crowned English king of Class 2, the 21st century’s cheat code, Cinan Second High’s handsomest guy. You think I need to copy from you? Times have changed, Li Shiyan."

Li Shiyan was baffled. English king? Cheat code? And what’s with ‘handsomest guy’? Might as well call myself a 37-year-old loli.

She’d planned to kill him with kindness, but maybe Shen Nian deserved tit-for-tat.

"Excuse me, is this Shen Nian, whose QQ nickname is ‘I’ll Marry Eight Wives’?"

Shen Nian nodded. "That’s me. Got a problem, 37-year-old loli?"

"Uh..."

This wasn’t going how she expected. Shouldn’t he be flustered, telling her to shut up?

Li Shiyan’s face burned red—embarrassment spoke louder than any insult.

Li Shiyan wasn’t the type of girl to curse, and knowing she lacked Shen Nian’s shamelessness, she was no match for him. She turned her face away, refusing to speak to him anymore.

My heart goes out to Xia Yanchun—having to deal with Shen Nian’s abstract nonsense every day must be exhausting.

"Dictation is starting. Shen Nian, Li Shiyan, focus," Yan Yuzhu reminded them.

Only then did Shen Nian notice that Lan Fukai was sitting right beside him.

As if sensing his gaze, Lan Fukai locked eyes with Shen Nian for two seconds before curling his lips into a smirk. He shifted his body, deliberately blocking most of the blackboard to prevent Shen Nian from cheating.

"What’s wrong, 'King of English' with your forty-point scores? Not planning to cheat, are you?" he taunted.

Shen Nian: ?

Bros, we’ve got a certified narcissist here.

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