Has Chen Hao Become the Hot Favorite Picking Ye Qing as the Scapegoat

"Hmm?"

Jiang Che suddenly raised an eyebrow, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Hey, what... what are you laughing at?" Yu Wan'er asked nervously.

She hated it most when Jiang Che smiled inexplicably—it usually meant trouble for her.

Though Yu Wan'er often taunted Jiang Che with her words, deep down, she was terrified of this demon king.

After all, even the sturdiest pool table pocket couldn’t withstand the destruction of a cannonball.

"Nothing much. Just that a certain little girl might need my comfort," Jiang Che replied.

With his Heart-Reading ability, he had inadvertently picked up on Shen Yu’s inner plea.

So, his little Yu'er was afraid of thunder?

Little Yu'er, your Brother Jiang is coming!

...

Shen Yu huddled at the head of the bed, clad in nothing but an extremely thin nightgown—one Jiang Che had picked out for her.

Given Jiang Che’s shameless personality, there was no way the nightgown could be anything decent!

Though the girl’s eyes feigned composure, the thunder outside seemed determined to torment her, rumbling incessantly.

With every clap, Shen Yu’s delicate frame trembled slightly.

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.

Jiang Che stepped inside leisurely.

"Jiang Che?"

Shen Yu lifted her gaze, a hint of imperceptible delight flashing in her eyes.

"What’s wrong? Is my little Yu'er scared of thunder?"

"Yes. I’ve had a stress response to thunder since childhood," Shen Yu admitted honestly.

Then, she slowly emerged from under the covers, smoothing out her disheveled nightgown before walking over and looping her arm through Jiang Che’s.

"If you stay with me tonight, I might feel better."

Her tone remained as calm and detached as ever, devoid of any emotional inflection.

"Oh? Is my little Yu'er inviting me over?"

Shen Yu paused briefly before nodding coolly. "You can interpret it that way."

"Scared?"

Jiang Che wrapped an arm around her slender waist—a waist so alluring it could drive men mad, despite Shen Yu’s otherwise unflirtatious demeanor.

Shen Yu shook her head, explaining matter-of-factly, "Not fear—it’s a stress response. When I was six, my parents died in a car crash right in front of me during a thunderstorm. That’s why I react this way. It’s a physiological reaction..."

Jiang Che studied her closely. This girl was unsettling. She spoke of her parents’ tragic deaths without a flicker of emotion.

Most men would’ve taken the chance to comfort her, hoping to break through her defenses.

But Jiang Che already understood—Shen Yu wasn’t a normal girl. Her absolute rationality was likely a product of that childhood trauma.

No amount of tenderness would reach her. Her emotions were blank, hollow.

He scooped her up and kissed her cheek.

"Let me teach you a trick—distraction. If you focus on something else, the thunder won’t bother you."

"The thunder’s loud, right? Then we’ll make even louder noises, so you won’t hear it..."

Shen Yu: "..."

I suspect you’re about to drive this conversation off a cliff, but I lack evidence.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Hao, introduced by the deputy leader, had arrived at the headquarters of the Destiny Association!

The young vice president handed Chen Hao a black robe.

"This is the official uniform of the Destiny Association. Everyone wears it on missions."

Then, clapping Chen Hao on the shoulder, the vice president addressed the others in the hall.

"This is Chen Hao, a System bearer. His system is called the 'Troll God System'—he earns Troll Points by pranking others, which he can exchange for treasures in the system shop."

Chen Hao’s expression soured.

Why reveal his entire hand right away?

What was left for him to play with? His trump cards were all exposed.

"Wait, a trolling system?"

"Damn, that’s the lamest system name I’ve ever heard."

"Shh... he’s got a system shop. He’s on a whole other level compared to us."

"So what? Still sounds like bad luck to me."

The vice president turned to Chen Hao. "How many of these people are your targets?"

Chen Hao’s lips twitched. "All of them."

The vice president: "..."

Bro, are you sure you’re not a spy sent by our enemies?

"Uh... am I one of your targets too?"

"Yep. And you’re a high-value one. Big points," Chen Hao answered bluntly.

The vice president was speechless.

For a split second, he wondered if Chen Hao had been planted to sabotage them.

But he quickly dismissed the thought. Impossible!

In his understanding, Systems were the ultimate cheat codes. No one could manipulate them.

Even the Destiny Association only dared to skim some benefits from Systems.

...

"Listen up! You’re all Chen Hao’s targets. Every time he pranks you, he earns Troll Points. Forty percent of the rewards will go to you."

"Of course, you might not know what treasures his system shop holds. Let me list a few..."

"Life-Extension Pills—one pill adds ten years. Who wouldn’t want that? There are also cultivation elixirs to help you achieve immortality..."

The moment the vice president finished, hundreds of chosen ones in the room buzzed with excitement.

Even other System bearers started volunteering, their eyes burning with greed.

Faced with such rewards, any obstacle was trivial.

A Troll God System? So what?

Get trolled enough times, and you’ll become a god!

If they could befriend Chen Hao, wouldn’t their futures skyrocket?

Chen Hao was thrilled too.

Though the Destiny Association took half his earnings, he still kept the other half.

And with so many willing targets lining up—where else could he find such an opportunity?

...

At the back of the crowd, Ye Qing was equally fired up. Though new to the Destiny Association, he’d learned enough to recognize Chen Hao as a golden opportunity.

If he could become Chen Hao’s sworn brother (forget being a disciple), his rise would be effortless.

Since entering the mortal world, Ye Qing’s perspective had shifted dramatically.

The eighteen revered masters he once idolized had now plummeted in his esteem.

What lousy teachers? Could they compare to a System?

Twenty years of their teachings couldn’t match a single system prompt.

At this moment, Ye Qing was just like those gold-digging women who, after entering the big city, think they’ve encountered countless top-tier tycoons and broadened their horizons, only to end up looking down on their old flames.

And Chen Hao spotted Ye Qing in the crowd at first glance!

“I choose... her as my target to ruin!”