“Ugh…” Ye Liangchen suddenly clutched his stomach, inhaling sharply through his teeth.
He felt as though his insides were churning violently.
“Crap, drinking too much milk tea can really upset your stomach. Damn… this is intense, it’s coming right to the edge…”
He glanced around, then, clutching his stomach, hurried toward the ditch at the end of the alley.
He had just stepped in when he quickly retreated, picked up a brick from the ground, smashed it, and grabbed two broken pieces. After checking their size, he rushed back into the ditch.
By the time Long Aotian and Hu Yuying arrived, the alley was empty, with no one in sight.
Back at her doorstep, Hu Yuying checked the lock. The keyhole wasn’t blocked, and there were no signs of forced entry.
“He was definitely here just now,” Hu Yuying whispered.
“Maybe he left after realizing he couldn’t get in?” Long Aotian suggested, looking toward the other end of the alley.
The alley had entrances on both the east and west sides, allowing people to come and go from either direction.
They had entered from the west and hadn’t encountered anyone. It was possible that the others had left through the east entrance.
Hu Yuying nodded, agreeing it was likely.
She opened the door and stepped inside. “Big brother, come on in.”
Long Aotian thought it over and decided it was fine. If those people dared to come back, he could still go out and reason with them.
So he followed her inside.
It was an ordinary small courtyard.
There was a main room, a kitchen, and a bathroom in the southeast corner of the yard.
The courtyard looked a bit old, but it was clean and tidy, making it feel cozy overall.
Hu Yuying placed the groceries she had bought into the kitchen.
She lifted the bamboo curtain of the main room. “Big brother, come inside. I’ll pour you some water.”
Hearing her call, Long Aotian entered the main room.
The room wasn’t small, with two bedrooms—a common layout for houses with courtyards.
Hu Yuying poured two glasses of water and placed them on the coffee table. Then, feeling a bit awkward, she said, “Big brother, have a seat. I’ll turn on the fan for you.”
She had never expected anyone to visit her home.
Hu Yuying’s home was clean—literally clean.
There were no snacks, no fruits. The coffee table was bare except for an open book and some unfinished homework.
This was her first time hosting a guest, and she wasn’t sure what to do.
After pouring the water, she didn’t know what else to say.
The room fell into an awkward silence.
“Um, big brother, you haven’t had lunch yet, right? Let me cook something for you. You can try my cooking,” she offered.
It was lunchtime, and she figured Long Aotian probably hadn’t had time to eat at the market.
“No need, I’m not hungry,” he said, just as his stomach growled loudly.
The room was so quiet that the sound was unmistakable.
Hu Yuying glanced at Long Aotian discreetly.
She found him looking back at her, equally embarrassed. Their eyes met, and they both burst out laughing.
“Well, I guess I’ll take you up on that offer,” Long Aotian said sheepishly.
“No problem, big brother. You’ve been helping me, so it’s the least I can do. I’ll make it quick,” Hu Yuying replied, her steps light as she headed to the kitchen.
In the fridge, she found some green bell peppers, two tomatoes, and four or five eggs.
After some thought, she decided to make two dishes: stir-fried green peppers with pork and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
They say children from poor families grow up fast, and that was certainly true for Hu Yuying.
She had been helping with simple meals like porridge since she was very young.
By middle school, while her peers were still figuring out how to make instant noodles, she was already a proficient cook.
So these two dishes were practically her specialties.
“I didn’t expect you to be so skilled in the kitchen,” Long Aotian remarked as he watched her cook.
Hu Yuying, her eyes sparkling with amusement, replied, “I cook for myself a lot, so I guess I’ve gotten used to it.”
Long Aotian had wandered into the kitchen.
Sitting alone in the living room had made him restless, so he decided to see if he could help.
But it seemed Hu Yuying was far more adept at cooking than he was.
Seeing him look around, unsure of what to do, Hu Yuying chuckled. “Big brother, why don’t you go sit inside? It’ll be ready soon.”
Realizing he couldn’t be of much help, Long Aotian wandered back into the main room.
Watching him lift the bamboo curtain and duck into the room, Hu Yuying couldn’t help but smile even more.
Having a guest over for the first time wasn’t as bad as she had imagined. He wasn’t picky, nor did he look down on her humble home.
Feeling motivated, Hu Yuying cooked with extra enthusiasm.
Soon, both dishes were ready, and the rice was perfectly steamed.
She washed the bowls and chopsticks several times.
Since she lived alone, she didn’t use many utensils, and some had been sitting unused for a while.
After serving Long Aotian a generous portion of rice, she brought the dishes into the main room.
“Big brother, lunch is ready.”
“It smells amazing,” Long Aotian said, standing up to take the bowl of rice.
“There’s another dish,” Hu Yuying added, bringing in the stir-fried green peppers with pork.
“Try it and see if you like it,” she said.
Before his unexpected journey to this world, Long Aotian had lived frugally and endured hardships.
He wasn’t picky—even a simple bowl of rice would have been enough for him.
He scooped some of the tomato and egg sauce onto his rice, took a big bite, and couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up. “Delicious.”
Seeing him eat so heartily, Hu Yuying felt a deep sense of satisfaction.
“Don’t just stand there grinning. Eat with me,” Long Aotian said, pushing the stir-fried green peppers toward her.
“You, you eat it. I’ve got enough here,” Hu Yuying stammered, her mouth still full of rice.
“Enough? You need to eat more meat to build up your strength. Look at how thin you are—middle schoolers have more meat on them than you.”
Hearing this, Hu Yuying instinctively glanced down at herself.
“Eat up. Get yourself in good shape, and you’ll leave those who bullied you speechless.”
She peeked at Long Aotian. “Do guys really like girls with good figures?”
“What are you talking about? Do I look that shallow to you?” Long Aotian shot her a mock glare.
Hu Yuying quickly shrunk back, thinking to herself that Long Aotian, with his good looks and kind personality, couldn’t possibly be shallow.
“I like girls no matter their figure.”
Pfft!
Cough, cough…
Hu Yuying choked on her food, coughing uncontrollably.
“You’re such a klutz! How can you choke on your food at your age?” Long Aotian patted her back gently and handed her a glass of water.
After taking a sip, her throat finally felt better.
She glanced at Long Aotian, her face flushed—whether from the coughing or something else, it was hard to tell.
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't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
