Qin Family Villa.
"Brother, hurry up and try it!"
Wearing an apron and black-rimmed glasses, Qin Yao brought a plate of dark, unrecognizable residue to the dining table and looked at Lin Chen eagerly.
Lin Chen's face darkened as he picked up the spoon with trembling fingers.
Even though he had been through this many times, he still couldn't stand the taste.
"Hurry up and taste it. This is the first time your sister has put so much effort into cooking! It's an honor for you to be able to taste it."
Qin Yao said proudly, looking absolutely elated.
Lin Chen let out a long breath, steadied the spoon, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He took a bite, his face turning slightly green. He quickly lowered his head and gave a thumbs-up: "Not bad. Just don't ever make it again."
Qin Yao was a bit confused: "What do you mean? Is it good or not?"
"Why are you so invested in cooking recently?"
Lin Chen fought to suppress his grimace, picked up the bitter coffee on the table, and took a sip.
Qin Yao said with a look of longing, "Of course it's to improve my cooking skills. When the time comes, I'll whip up a fantastic meal and absolutely blow An Yi away!"
At the mention of An Yi, Qin Yao couldn't help but smile.
"Your technique is already very good. Cooking requires feeling and inspiration. Keep up this state, and the next time you make this dish for An Yi, he will definitely be amazed."
Lin Chen said slowly.
Qin Yao exclaimed in pleasant surprise, "Really! Brother, I had no idea you knew so much about cooking. Actually, I incorporated some of my own unique insights into this dish. I didn't expect it to turn out so successfully..."
That scumbag...
Lin Chen took a sip of the bitter coffee, washing down the spicy, fishy, foul, and burnt taste in his mouth, and fell into deep thought.
Things couldn't go on like this.
Why was Qin Yao so dead set on that guy?
"Having breakfast, I see."
Qin Zhengwei walked down the stairs, his face beaming with a radiant smile.
Lin Lan stepped forward and linked her arm through his, a gentle smile on her lips.
"Dad, Mom, Yao Yao made breakfast. Do you want to try some?"
Lin Chen pushed the plate of charcoal-like residue toward them and asked casually.
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Qin Zhengwei's forehead as he hurriedly replied, "No need. Your mother and I are going to play golf, so we shouldn't eat too much."
With her gentle and demure demeanor, Lin Lan chuckled softly, "Do you guys want to come along?"
"Forget it."
Qin Yao giggled, "I don't want to be a third wheel."
Lin Lan had been back with the Lin family for half a year.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Having reunited after twenty years apart, the couple was now practically inseparable every day.
Lin Chen took a sip of his coffee and rubbed his forehead, fighting a headache.
"Elder Long, what exactly is going on?"
Lin Chen asked in a deep voice.
April 1st. It seemed like he was experiencing this day for the third time!
Or perhaps more than three times.
Long Tianyuan's voice echoed, carrying a hint of curiosity: "Kid, what are you talking about?"
Lin Chen sighed slightly.
Elder Long seemed completely unaware.
Apart from him, Qin Yao, Qin Zhengwei, and Lin Lan were all oblivious to what was happening.
Lin Chen's gaze grew intense.
Was he really the only one in this world trapped in this day?
Having to endure that lethal breakfast every morning was simply unimaginable!
...
An elegant coffee shop in the Imperial Capital.
"Sir, your coffee!"
Xiao Ye carried a cup of coffee and placed it on a burly man's table.
Not long after.
The burly man's shrill voice rang out: "Hey, buddy, there's a hair in your coffee."
With that, he handed over the completely emptied cup.
Sure enough, at the bottom of the cup lay a conspicuous strand of hair.
"One moment, sir. I'll get you a replacement."
Xiao Ye maintained his gentle and polite smile as he took the cup.
A short while later, he returned with a tray and served a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
The burly man chuckled, "Not bad, not bad. The service attitude is quite good."
Ziyue, who was clearing a table nearby, frowned and secretly made a face at him.
A little while later.
The burly man shouted angrily, "How is there another hair? Do you guys even want to run this shop anymore!"
Saying that, he handed over the once again empty cup: "Look, there's a hair at the bottom of this cup too. You can't just serve me blindly just because I might not notice."
"Sir, I'll get you another replacement."
Xiao Ye remained gentle and polite. Speaking calmly and unhurriedly, he walked over slowly and took the empty cup.
Furious, Ziyue stormed over, raising her hands like claws, ready to scratch the burly man's head.
At that moment, Xiao Ye stopped her with one hand, offering a silent smile.
The third cup of coffee was served.
Smiling gleefully, the burly man grabbed his phone, took a series of photos, added some captions, and posted them to his Moments.
"A coffee shop in the Imperial Capital. Coffee is 49 a cup, but I got three cups for the price of one. How awesome is that!"
Watching the 'ding ding ding' of likes rolling in on his notifications, the burly man was overjoyed.
He downed the cup in one gulp, cleared his throat, and roared, "What is going on? How is there still a hair? Do you even want to keep this crappy shop open?"
"My apologies, sir. I will get you another replacement."
Xiao Ye walked over, a gentle smile still resting on his lips.
His service attitude was flawless.
The burly man waved his hand and said, "Forget it. That's three cups; I couldn't drink another even if I tried. Just comp my bill."
"Why should we comp your bill!"
Ziyue was furious.
The other customers in the shop also looked rather indignant.
This kind of customer was simply a thug!
The burly man raged, "The hygiene here is so terrible! Believe it or not, I could sue you out of business!"
Xiao Ye said with a smile, "Sir, your bill has already been comped."
Hearing this, the burly man immediately beamed, "You said it yourself. Not bad, not bad. This shop is alright. I'll come here often from now on. Five stars for the service."
After saying that, the burly man swaggered out.
"Xiao Ye, why indulge someone like that?"
Ziyue hugged her tray, looking so puffed up with anger that even her pigtails trembled.
Xiao Ye smiled and said softly, "Look over there!"
Confused, Ziyue followed the direction Xiao Ye was pointing.
Several people were secretly recording with their phones.
She instantly realized.
"One of them is a major short-video influencer,"
Xiao Ye said with a smile.
In the current craze where everyone was making short videos, the Imperial Capital had no shortage of content creators.
What they lacked were trending topics!
Trashy people like him were undoubtedly their favorite subjects.
Xiao Ye was almost certain that by tomorrow, this burly man would be plastered across the short videos of all major marketing accounts.
Ziyue said angrily, "B-But..."
"Remember, appropriately displaying weakness will win you something called sympathy."
A faint smile curled on Xiao Ye's lips.
The internet is a butcher's knife that kills without blinking!
Those people behind the screens are the ones who truly hold the power of life and death.
They don't seek the truth; they only care about their own opinions and will launch relentless verbal crusades.
And for this kind of human trash who threw himself right into the line of fire, facing the wrath of the internet is no different from a public execution.
This is the hallmark of our era.
Ziyue looked as if she only half-understood.
She merely felt that if someone bullied you, you ought to scratch them right back.
Xiao Ye remembered something and asked casually, "Ziyue, today is still April 1st, right?"
Ziyue nodded, "That's right."
Xiao Ye sighed slightly.
It was his fifteenth April 1st!
"Hahaha, interesting. I didn't expect to capture a viral scoop just by grabbing a cup of coffee."
After secretly finishing his recording, the young man, known as a big-shot influencer, looked thrilled. His fingers flew rapidly across his screen to draft a brief outline, already preparing the script for his video.
Firsthand viral content was the most lucrative!
The more it stirred up people's emotions, the better!
The more the young man thought about it, the more excited he became. His mind raced as he quickly figured out how to spin this trending topic to make it even more explosive.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
