"Su He, do you know you are getting popular?" Zhao Luyao had only eaten one bowl of rice before putting down her chopsticks. She looked at Su He who was eating his fourth bowl and couldn't help laughing.
"I'm getting popular?" Su He took a sip of soup before continuing, "Sister Zhao, you are joking with me again..."
Liu Wen was a little curious looking at Zhao Luyao. What happened to Su He in the past period did cause quite a stir in Jinan City, but it was all scolding. Later the police clarified and those people stopped talking. The heat went down quickly.
The case itself was in the confidential stage, and the outside world still did not know what Su He did.
"I'm serious, after tonight, you will become a little internet celebrity!" Zhao Luyao said mysteriously.
Su He didn't take it to heart. He smiled and continued eating. Liu Wen didn't eat anymore either. She poured all the dishes and soup in her plate onto the rice.
"Su He, you really can eat..." Liu Wen said in surprise looking at this scene.
"Hehe...that's how delivery guys are. After this meal, who knows when I can eat dinner again... If I don't eat more now, I won't have the strength to climb stairs at night."
After Su He finished this bowl, he didn't add more. He turned his head and shouted, "Sister Liu, pay the bill, how much?"
"Fifty-one, fifty is fine!"
Liu Wen and Zhao Luyao looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
This was the first time a man took the initiative to treat them to a meal, and only spent fifty yuan. Su He didn't try to impress them like those other people, which made them feel very comfortable.
"What's so funny?" Su He wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, puzzled, "Do I have rice on my face?"
"No, Su He, thank you for your warm hospitality. We are going shopping now, go with us!"
Su He shook his head. He had to go back and take a nap. He wasted an afternoon and still had to deliver takeout at night.
"Okay, goodbye then."
"Su He, 9pm, Jinan TV Station, don't miss it! Or follow Jinan TV Station's short video platform account. When you wake up tomorrow morning, you will become an internet celebrity..." Zhao Luyao couldn't help but remind Su He to watch the show he recorded before, which would be broadcast tonight, as she walked out the door.
Su He smiled. Other than answering a few questions, later his disruption of Zhang Meng's teaching would probably be cut out. It wouldn't make him suddenly popular.
Back at the Gangwan Youth Apartment, Dong Yong was already up and about. It looked like he could resume delivering takeout in another two days.
Su He was woken up by the alarm at 5pm. He got up, washed his face, and started taking orders.
"Ding, you have a new takeout order, please process it in a timely manner."
He snatched more than 20 orders in one go and activated his crazy takeout delivery mode. The areas he chose were crowded places, with schools, office buildings, and residential areas. Except for going up and down stairs which took quite some time, he maximized his speed on the road with smart navigation.
Rongde Building, parking lot, Area A, parking spot 503, white Audi... At 9pm, Su He only had one last order left, but the customer's requirements were particularly harsh. If not for the note afterwards that there would be a tip, he really didn't want to take such an order.
The order said: "The car key is on the front left wheel, open the passenger side door, feed her a mouthful of braised chicken rice, thank you delivery brother, I will tip you 200 yuan!"
Su He had seen many rich guys. A country bumpkin tipping 200 yuan was normal too. He had delivered food to pets' homes before. This "her" was probably a little cat or dog.
The lights in the parking lot were dim. It was Su He's first time delivering takeout to a parking lot. After wandering around for a bit, he finally found the white Audi and clicked that the order was delivered.
There was indeed a key by the front left wheel. You had to say, these rich people were really bold, they weren't even afraid of him driving the car away.
Su He went around to the passenger side and looked inside through the window. Because of the dim lighting, he only saw a quilt. He pressed the key and pulled open the door. A strong stench of corpse rushed out.
"Cough cough... Damn, could it have starved to death? How long has this guy not fed it?"
Su He immediately called the customer. He waited a long time before the call connected: "Hello, is this Mr. Zhao? How long has it been since you came to feed it? I just opened the car door and a stench of corpse rushed out. I'm afraid it's already starved to death..."
Mr. Zhao sounded a little agitated. He repeatedly emphasized: "Please help me feed her a mouthful, braised chicken is her favorite, please help me..."
Su He felt a little speechless and responded: "Mr. Zhao, listen to me, it's dead already. How can a dead pet eat? Let me send the braised chicken to your home, tell me the address."
Anyway there were no other orders, Su He was in no hurry now. It was obvious this Mr. Zhao still had feelings for his pet.
Suddenly, his phone popped up a notification that Mr. Zhao had given him 200 yuan as a thank you fee.
Then, Mr. Zhao spoke again: "This is all I have left, please help me feed her a mouthful, just one."
"Alright." Su He sighed. What he gave was really too much.
Su He opened the takeout box outside, picked up a piece of chicken, and prepared to just place it by its mouth to satisfy Mr. Zhao's wish.
With his other hand, he slowly lifted the quilt.
"Holy sh*t!"
Su He's pupils suddenly dilated. His whole body jumped back, but there was a wall right behind him. The back of his head banged right into it.
Su He touched the injury. His old wound had split open again and was bleeding.
"How unlucky am I..." Su He looked again at the passenger seat. A putrid female corpse. Because he pulled too hard earlier, the corpse slumped down with its face looking right at him, eyes glaring.
Everything went black in front of him and Su He passed out.
...
Jinan City People's Hospital, private patient room.
Su He woke up to a familiar environment and a familiar doctor. He gave a wry smile.
The doctor was about to speak when Su He cut him off: "Mild concussion, needs to stay in the hospital for observation for two days, pay attention to rest..."
The doctor was stunned for a second. He turned his head to the nurse and said: "Everything he said...are my lines!"
Su He grinned: "Who said it first owns those lines. Remember to deduct it from the medical fees, I diagnosed the illness myself!"
The nurse giggled so hard she had to cover her mouth. She laughed: "Director Hong, you two are so funny. You can perform a skit at the Spring Festival Gala."
Hong Tao was the director of the neurosurgery department. This was Su He's third hospitalization this month. He couldn't help but advise: "Su He, why don't you get a membership card? You can get 20% off next time..."
Su He was speechless. Director Hong sure had a sense of humor.
At this time two police officers walked in. Director Hong was about to remind Su He of something but swallowed his words back when he saw them. The nurse who was trying hard not to laugh walked out with him.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
