Seeing Wang Yuan's utterly bewildered expression, An Yi gave him a hint with a light cough: "You know, like a ding—and suddenly you're rich."
"Huh?"
Wang Yuan swallowed hard, still confused.
Watching this, An Yi fell into thought.
Looks like he’s broke!
That shouldn’t be the case!
His destiny value is only forty!
You could say he’s one in ten thousand!
Something’s definitely off!
This feels exactly like the start of a protagonist’s journey!
An Yi pondered—Could it be that I showed up too early, taught Wang Shengli a lesson prematurely, and messed up his cheat code?
"Bro, don’t sweat it. That kind of woman isn’t worth it," An Yi consoled him.
Wang Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile. "Tell me why my luck’s so rotten. Got cheated on four times in a year. Every girl I date betrays me. Feels like I’ve got a giant green hat weighing me down, suffocating me."
An Yi:
Now I get why his destiny value’s so low.
That green glow is blinding!
But then again, after being cucked this hard, he should’ve awakened some kind of power by now!
Didn’t the heavens reward him with a tycoon system to show off?
Maybe…
He’s just a tiny bit short of the trigger!
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Donghai University, street-side barbecue joint.
"Come on, drink up!" An Yi slung an arm around Wang Yuan’s shoulder, boisterous.
The table was piled with skewers and beer bottles—plus An Yi’s favorite, grilled lamb kidneys.
Wang Yuan patted his pockets, breaking into a cold sweat. "This must be expensive, right?"
An Yi waved it off. "Who cares about the price? I wasn’t planning to pay anyway."
"Wait, what?" Wang Yuan stared in disbelief.
An Yi coughed lightly, dead serious. "This place is under my protection. From now on, if anyone messes with you, just tell me. I’ll take them down single-handedly!"
Hearing this, Wang Yuan was deeply moved.
For the first time in twenty years, someone had actually treated him this well.
Wang Yuan nodded, eyes glistening. "All my life, the only thing I was good at was studying. Every girlfriend I had cheated on me. You’re the first person who’s ever believed in me."
An Yi gave his shoulder a solemn pat. "Bro, I can tell you’re a hidden gem, like the Sleeping Dragon or Young Phoenix. I’ve got faith in you. All the feelings are in this drink—bottoms up!"
They clinked glasses, the atmosphere electric.
At the next table, a group of shirtless, tattooed thugs were loudly playing drinking games and bragging.
Their leader, a buzz-cut guy with a thick gold chain, casually yanked a young waitress over mid-laugh.
"Oho, little miss, you’re quite the looker. Student, huh?" Big Brother Wei leered.
"Y-yes, I’m a Donghai University student, part-time..." The girl, Xiaomin, paled as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
The table erupted in laughter. "A top-tier uni girl! Big Bro Wei, you hit the jackpot!"
"Tsk tsk, that figure’s a sight for sore eyes. Nice, real nice."
"Greetings, Sister Wei!"
The gang howled with laughter.
Tears welled up in Xiaomin’s eyes as she stood frozen.
The shop owner rushed over to mediate. "Gentlemen, my apologies—Xiaomin here’s just working part-time. Could you please—"
"Who let this old fart out of his pants?" A tank-top-wearing thug cracked his neck, looking ready to throw hands.
The owner blanched.
Big Brother Wei still hadn’t let go. His hand slid lower, giving Xiaomin’s backside a hard squeeze.
"Damn, so tender. And bouncy too!" He smirked, wiggling his fingers.
The thugs roared with laughter.
Xiaomin’s face burned red, tears spilling over.
Wang Yuan shrank into himself, sighing quietly.
He clutched his phone, debating whether to call the police.
But after a long pause, he decided to let it go.
Better not stir up trouble. This is way beyond me.
Just then—
A beer bottle sailed through the air and smashed into Big Brother Wei’s forehead.
BANG!
The bottle shattered, golden beer drenching his back.
The entire barbecue stall fell silent.
Someone actually dared to hit Big Brother Wei?!
Are they insane?!
Xiaomin trembled, her face ghostly pale.
Big Brother Wei staggered, head spinning.
"WHO THE HELL THREW THAT?!" he snarled, wiping his face.
An Yi stood up leisurely. "That would be me."
Wang Yuan gazed at him in awe. This guy’s got nerves of steel!
A true hero!
Then An Yi casually yanked Wang Yuan to his feet. "We threw it."
Wang Yuan:
What the hell?!
You play the hero and drag me into it?!
Big Brother Wei’s face twisted with rage as he glared at Wang Yuan. "So you’re the little shit who did it?"
Wang Yuan stammered, "Uh, well, you see—I was opening a beer, and the bottle just… slipped?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Not bad. He’s taking the fall for me!
"Boys, grab your gear! Beat his ass!"
Big Brother Wei didn’t waste time talking. He swung a fist straight at Wang Yuan’s face.
The gang surged forward, fists flying.
An Yi smirked.
Heroic justice, saving the damsel in distress!
Perfect. This is what a protagonist should be doing.
Not petty stuff like theft, dine-and-dash, or shady deals.
All the conditions are ripe. Now, the protagonist’s halo should activate!!!
Big Brother Wei’s punch connected with Wang Yuan’s eye.
Wang Yuan, a mere college student, stood no chance against these muscle-bound thugs.
In seconds, he was buried under a pile of bodies.
"Think you’re a hero, huh?!"
"Little bastard, playing the savior!"
"Where’s your strength now, beer-bottle thrower?!"
As Wang Yuan took the beating, An Yi fell deep into thought.
The protagonist’s halo still hasn’t kicked in?
Even worse—Wang Yuan’s destiny value just dropped from 40 to 35!
"You’re not getting away either, punk!"
A thug charged at An Yi, fist raised.
Without even looking up, An Yi lifted a foot—his flip-flop planted squarely on the thug’s face.
The guy crumpled to the ground, out cold.
The other thugs gulped and wisely redirected their fury back to Wang Yuan.
An Yi sighed.
Still no halo.
Wang Yuan’s destiny value is down to a pitiful 32!
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Hands in his pockets, An Yi delivered a series of lightning kicks.
Big Brother Wei and his gang went flying, howling in pain.
The diners gasped.
What kind of monstrous strength does it take to send grown men flying meters away with a casual kick?!
"Bro! You’ve suffered!" An Yi helped Wang Yuan up, voice thick with sympathy.
Wang Yuan, face swollen like a pumpkin, forced a smile. "I’m fine… I can take it."
"Y-you’re bleeding. Here." Xiaomin shyly handed him a napkin.
Wang Yuan’s spirits soared.
Totally worth the beating!
"Thank you… for saving me," Xiaomin whispered.
"No problem. Just doing what’s right—"
Wang Yuan wiped his nose—then realized she was talking to An Yi.
"Don’t mention it," An Yi said with a sigh, turning to Wang Yuan. "We didn’t finish our drinks. Let’s change spots."
Wang Yuan shuddered.
Again?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
