Happy now, Xia Yanchun The world where only I get hurt is achieved.

Shen Nian didn’t plan to stay long at Xia Yanchun’s place. It was Sunday, and he still wanted to go fishing at the park.

Otherwise, what was the point of having mastered fishing?

He also wanted to buy a small electric scooter, and selling big fish was the easiest way to make money.

Of course, it wasn’t like he was actually broke—he just needed a plausible excuse to explain where the money came from. A high school senior living a mundane life suddenly shelling out thousands for an electric scooter would raise eyebrows.

“How long are you planning to sleep?” He first sat on the edge of the bed, then lazily sprawled out, resting his head on the pillow Xia Yanchun had just used. A few strands of her hair were tangled on it, soft and fine.

“Dunno. Till I wake up naturally. And get off my bed—you’ll stain it.”

“Your bed stains people now?”

“I meant you!”

Xia Yanchun was utterly disgusted. A sweaty guy lying on her bed? The whole thing felt contaminated now. Even if it was Shen Nian, no way.

Posts about this kind of thing were all over Xiaohongshu—older sisters not letting their brothers sit on their beds, wives complaining about their husbands “leaking color.” A pristine white bedsheet would lose its brightness after a guy lounged on it for a couple of days. That’s what “leaking color” meant.

And Shen Nian had just been sweating, no less.

She’d rather let Shen Nian punch her than let his unwashed self lie on her bed.

Washed or not—still no!

“You’re overreacting. I’ll shower soon.”

“But you haven’t yet! Get up!”

“Anyone would think you have OCD. If I didn’t know you used to set off firecrackers in cow dung as a kid and laughed when it splattered into your mouth, I might’ve believed it.” Shen Nian scoffed but obediently sat up.

“Stop lying! It didn’t go in my mouth!” Xia Yanchun immediately flared up at his words.

Back in elementary school, their town was mostly paved, but occasionally, an old man would still herd his water buffalo down the streets. Flattened cow patties stretched into long streaks on the road... and sometimes, fresh ones too.

Full of mischief back then, she’d dragged Shen Nian to blow up cow dung with firecrackers. They got splattered head to toe but just laughed it off—only to get beaten together when they got home. She’d even tried pinning it all on little Shen Nian back then.

Most people who claimed they’d blown up cow dung as kids were probably lying, but she’d actually done it.

But it definitely didn’t get in her mouth!

Absolutely, positively not!

“I saw it.” Shen Nian grinned. “Covered in it. So gross. You totally ate some.”

“AHHHH, DIE ALREADY!”

“Hehe.”

Having her darkest childhood memory laid bare by Shen Nian made Xia Yanchun want to vanish. At the same time, she couldn’t help thinking Shen Nian had lost his damn mind, acting like he owned the place.

Frustrated and desperate, she bit her lip and decided to retaliate by exposing one of his secrets.

“Keep talking, and I’ll tell everyone about you sneaking off to jerk—”

Dark? Absolutely. Recent? Unfortunately.

Halfway through her sentence, Xia Yanchun clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. The moment she realized what she was about to say, the world seemed to drain of color.

Shen Nian, who’d been grinning like he’d pulled three golds in a gacha, instantly dropped his smile.

Seriously?

Out of all my embarrassing moments, you zero in on this one?

Bravo. Truly a masterstroke.

From a solo win to mutual destruction—neither of them was laughing now. Happy, Xia Yanchun? A world where only I suffer has been achieved.

“You’re vile!” Shen Nian fumed. “I’m posting about you on Tieba.”

“You’re the vile one! And I didn’t eat any!” Xia Yanchun’s face burned as she sat stiffly at her desk.

Blurting that out unprompted made it seem like she’d been fixated on it.

Words spilled were like water poured—no taking them back. The priority now was to move past this topic.

“I’m going back to sleep. Get out!”

“Don’t sleep too soundly. I’ll ask my sister for the key and come punch you twice.”

Shen Nian bolted.

Staying any longer would be mortifying. Damn Xia Yanchun—how dare she bring up something even he avoided mentioning? A true ruthless person.

Fine, she won this round. A real man doesn’t fight with a shrimp-head girl. He’d just go fishing instead.

The Ah Q mentality might be pathetic, but it worked.

System, I’m begging you—give me an item to erase memories. I’ll do anything!

You wouldn’t want me to keep getting bullied by Xia Yanchun, right?

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By the time he finished showering, it was 8:30 AM. Shen Yue was still asleep in her room, so Shen Nian walked out bare-chested.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. What the hell?

Why did Xia Yanchun get a key to their place while he got nothing? The oppression of men in this world knew no bounds.

A little past nine, Shen Yue stumbled out of her room, still half-asleep, and found Shen Nian sitting on the couch like The Thinker.

“What’s up with you?”

“It’s all your fault.”

“What did I do now?”

“Why’d you give Xia Yanchun a key to our place for no reason?”

“So what actually happened?”

“......” Shen Nian’s world collapsed. How could he possibly say it out loud?

Suddenly, it felt like the entire universe was against him. His scalp itched—like his hair was about to turn white from stress.

Shen Yue blinked, confused. Only Xia Yanchun could rile him up this much first thing in the morning.

“Did Xia Yanchun bully you?”

“Bullshit! Xia Yanchun? I’d knock her out with one punch. You think I’m still a kid?”

“Sure, sure. Oh, you bought breakfast?”

“Yeah. That’ll be 50.”

“Money-obsessed much? Daring to charge your own sister. You broke or something? Don’t tell me you spent it on Naruto gacha.”

“Three Kingdoms gacha.”

“Oho.” This kid was hopeless.

With their parents too old to start over, the Shen family lineage was probably ending with him.

Still sulking, Shen Nian brooded over the leverage Xia Yanchun now had. His future looked bleak.

Every future argument would end with her dragging up this humiliation, and he’d have no counter.

What’s the point of living? Might as well jump.

Ignoring Shen Yue, he retreated to his room, changed into long pants, prepped his bait, and got ready to head to the park for fishing.

Originally, he’d planned to invite Xia Yanchun along, but that was impossible now. Too awkward.

Glancing at his phone, he noticed a message from the fishing uncle he’d met recently.

[Fishing Uncle]: Little bro, coming out to fish this weekend? (smile)

[Fishing Uncle]: Your uncle here’s been catching big ones every day lately. Check my Moments if you don’t believe me—I post every time I land a whopper.

[Fishing Uncle]: (Uncle holding a big fish.jpg) (Big fish.jpg) (Mid-sized fish.jpg)

[Fishing Uncle]: My daughter’s joining today too. She’s also in high school, like you. (smile)(smile)

Shen Nian narrowed his eyes. They were talking about fishing—why suddenly bring up a daughter?

Where’s the morality? The humanity? And most importantly—where’s her photo?

The fish in the pics did look sizable, though. The uncle clearly knew his stuff. Shen Nian skimmed the uncle’s Moments—he posted bragging shots of big catches every few days.

There was even a photo from last Sunday of the huge fish Shen Nian had bought from him, strapped to his bike.

The comments below were all his, with no mutual friends, so Shen Nian couldn’t see the specifics. Still, it wasn’t hard to tell that the uncle had pulled off a pretty impressive flex, leaving some fellow anglers low-key envious.

Scrolling further down, there were family photos, fishing logs, and the like. Apparently, the uncle’s daughter often went fishing with him—and she was quite good-looking.

Wait a minute… why does the uncle’s daughter look familiar?

Holy shit, it’s the class rep!

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Note: The class rep introduced in Chapter 35 has been renamed to Chen Qiuyu.

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