Ji Cheng truly hadn’t expected Ming Xiaowei to act this way, causing her to instinctively lean back slightly before taking a proper look.
“Hmm, it’s not dirty, but it’s still weird. You should sit properly.” Ji Cheng cleared her throat, the tips of her ears tinged faintly red.
This kind of gesture… shouldn’t it be something only Ming Xiaowei’s future husband would see?
Hearing Ji Cheng’s words, Ming Xiaowei finally settled down properly.
“I’ll probably have to go to the capital in the next few days. My dad misses me,” Ming Xiaowei suddenly announced.
Truthfully, she wasn’t too keen on going. A trip to the capital meant she’d have to engage in verbal battles with that idiot.
Ming Xiaowei’s fingers itched to buy the Doom-shroom in the mall, but it was marked as unavailable—apparently because she was in a “safe world.”
What a joke. Had they not seen Zhao Qinghan, a walking biohazard right there?
“Alright, no problem. By the time you’re back, I’ll probably be discharged,” Ji Cheng adjusted her pillow slightly, finally feeling more comfortable.
Her recovery had been smooth these past few days, with the headaches from her concussion completely gone. Even the doctors were surprised by how quickly she’d healed.
“Then, Teacher Ji, can you promise me one unreasonable request?” Ming Xiaowei suddenly leaned in closer.
Ji Cheng instinctively recoiled, but not before catching the faint floral scent clinging to the girl—enticing and intoxicating, enough to make one’s mind wander.
Strange. It was just ordinary shower gel, so why did it smell so good?
For a moment, Ji Cheng even wondered if there was something addictive in that fragrance, making her crave another whiff.
“What brand of shower gel do you use?” Ji Cheng blurted out.
“Huh?” Ming Xiaowei was completely baffled.
She had been in the middle of making a request, so how had Ji Cheng’s train of thought derailed to shower gel?
“The set Auntie Zhang gave you is the same one I usually use,” Ming Xiaowei pointed toward the nightstand.
Ugh, Ji Cheng might as well marry the shower gel at this point.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?” Ji Cheng sat up straight, waiting obediently for her answer, looking almost docile.
Yet her demeanor remained cool and detached, untouched by worldly trivialities.
An orange like this… one really wanted to squeeze it into juice, add some sugar, stir it up—it’d surely taste delicious.
“When I get back… hug me.” Ming Xiaowei took the rare initiative.
Ji Cheng froze for a moment, the pale blue hospital gown softening her usually sharp features.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Ming Xiaowei finally understood what it meant to feel invincible with red and blue buffs stacked on her.
She didn’t dare stay for dinner with Ji Cheng. After packing at home and getting leave from school, the busy “Master Ming” finally boarded the high-speed train—not to Lhasa, but to the capital.
Luckily, Yuecheng and the capital were neighboring cities, so the trip only took an hour.
By the time Ming Xiaowei checked into her hotel, the sky hadn’t even darkened yet.
She’d deliberately chosen a hotel close to the Zhao residence, spending a small fortune for a room with a view overlooking the neighborhood diagonally across.
The Zhao family’s ancestral home was still some distance away, but the apartment complex across the street was where Zhao Qinghan lived alone.
And at that very moment, Zhao Qinghan had just stepped out of the Zhao family estate.
She was furious.
After finally escaping, she’d had to endure the old man’s endless nagging. If not for the people around her, she would’ve summoned her fire ability and sent him straight into an urn.
“System, what’s going on with me lately?” Zhao Qinghan was beyond irritated.
Everything was deviating from her expectations.
In the apocalypse, strength ruled all—yet those lowlifes actually dared to demand more compensation from her. The audacity.
“Not sure. Maybe just bad luck. But… someone seems to be watching you.”
“Who?” Zhao Qinghan immediately sharpened her senses, expanding her awareness.
Years of surviving the apocalypse had honed her instincts to detect even the slightest disturbance. Soon, her gaze locked onto the hotel across the street.
Paparazzi?
Zhao Qinghan brushed it off.
She planned to deal with those fools tonight—send them straight to hell.
When Ming Xiaowei felt Zhao Qinghan’s gaze sweep over, she nearly jumped.
Fortunately, Zhao Qinghan was only looking at the hotel in general, not spotting her specifically.
“What abilities does she have?” Ming Xiaowei asked.
“Invisibility, fire, and a spirit spring space,” Si replied, having long since gathered intel on Zhao Qinghan.
Zhao Qinghan hadn’t yet won Xiao Moyun’s favor, and after recent events, it seemed unlikely she ever would.
Ming Xiaowei fell into thought.
“Hanhan, I’ve got bad news.” After a prolonged scan, Zhao Qinghan’s system finally spoke up.
It took the form of a three- or four-year-old loli, its voice sweet and childish.
“What?” Zhao Qinghan snapped.
“I detected abnormal energy fluctuations nearby. There might be someone like you here… but I can’t pinpoint their location.” The loli pouted, looking miserable.
“You mean… a reincarnator?” Zhao Qinghan was stunned.
She’d read novels before the apocalypse. Reincarnation was supposed to be the heroine’s privilege—and she was obviously the protagonist, having sailed through life effortlessly all these years.
Well, except for this recent streak of bad luck.
Wait… could it be that someone else also reincarnated, and the heavens mistook them for the true heroine, splitting her god-tier luck with them?
Zhao Qinghan’s imagination ran wild.
“Probably something like that.”
Zhao Qinghan scoffed. “So what if they’re a reincarnator? I’m a war general—I survived a zombie siege. You think one extra reincarnator scares me?”
“Tell me where they are. I’ll kill them right now.” A murderous glint flashed in her eyes.
“No! We need to be careful. If they’re deliberately staying near us, they probably know about me. Their system must be more advanced than mine. Hanhan-mama, we can’t act recklessly this time~” The loli’s sweet voice was impossible to resist.
Zhao Qinghan’s anger instantly deflated.
“Fine. We’ll play it safe. But if I go after those people, will the reincarnator interfere?” Zhao Qinghan frowned.
The enemy lurked in the shadows while she was exposed—this situation was far from ideal.
Ever since that top donor fled, her luck had plummeted.
Her father mentioned an invitation to a high-profile banquet hosted by DT Group—a chance to bring prestige to the Zhao family. But thanks to those idiots, she’d been stuck in a detention center until she wanted to puke.
“They might. So… how about we lure them out?” The loli tapped its tiny chin.
Meanwhile, Ming Xiaowei pulled out her staff.
“I think this is my only weapon right now.” She gave it a little wave.
“What are you planning?” Si asked, confused.
“Knock her out with this.” Ming Xiaowei’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Beating up Ji Cheng's fake sister—so thrilling, so exhilarating.
She also wanted Ji Cheng to hit her, but without using any weapons; she preferred it done by hand.
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or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
