I don’t know why, but whenever I hear my name from Jiang Muqing’s lips, an indescribable sense of defeat washes over me.

Repeating it in her mouth etches it deeper into her mind. Instead of fading her obsession, I’m only strengthening it.

Especially with that number attached—it’s a whole new kind of horror.

"Can we change the name?" My voice was heavy.

"No." The girl turned sharply and plopped onto my lap.

No meant no. Could she not just sit on me like that?!

She wriggled her snow-white legs beneath her shorts. Hands gripping the chair’s armrests, she shifted back until her head bumped my nose.

"Keep going!" Jiang Muqing urged impatiently from in front.

"Can you get off first?" Her weight made me uneasy.

"No. To learn a game properly, you must teach me hand-in-hand from behind. How else will I get it?" She pouted, refusing.

"But with you pressing down, I can’t teach at all!" Her fragrant hair swept over my mouth and nose. Her soft body leaned fully against me. A faint orchid scent from her neck made me dizzy, weakening my resolve.

This body felt absurdly soft—like a sponge. A slight hug would sink her in.

"How about this?" She shifted sideways, her back no longer fully against me. Her head cleared my screen.

Hmm, this might work.

I’d teach her fast, then let her play alone. I was exhausted. The screen’s reflection showed my dark panda eyes.

"Gender’s female. What class?" I pulled up the selection menu.

"What options?" Jiang Muqing peered curiously.

"Warrior, Mage, Priest, Hunter, Rogue. Five total." I displayed their basics.

She scrolled through each.

"So bulky! Armor doesn’t fit at all!" She scoffed at the female Warrior.

"A black sack? Ugly!" She grimaced at the Mage.

"White burlap bag?" The Priest’s striped outfit drew her ire.

"Fur and straw cloak? Like a savage!" She mocked the Hunter’s camo gear.

"Except Priest, these are solid classes," I frowned.

Mages had low HP but explosive single-target spells.

Warriors lacked special skills but hit hard with high HP.

Hunters were squishy yet mastered bows, traps, and stealth.

Was she not used to the art style? I thought it fine.

"What’s this?!" Her eyes lit up, finger pointing.

A shadowy female character appeared. Light leather jacket and pants hugged her curvy frame. She held a short sword and dagger, throwing knives strapped to her thigh.

Unlike others standing straight, she hunched, sneaky—ready to ambush.

"Rogue," I replied.

Rogues were extreme. Pros thrived; newbies suffered. Skill was everything.

A poisoned dagger could one-shot—or just tickle thick hide.

Timing and weak points mattered. Hit the mark, and instant kill.

Rogues moved fast, the only class that could solo zone bosses by finding weak points before area attacks.

But new Rogues often charged with weak daggers, dying faster than Priests.

No healing, low damage—unplayable.

New players got humiliated by cute raccoons, quitting in shame.

Beginners should avoid Rogues. They’re for pros to show off micro, for newbies to show off low IQ.

"This feels like a real warrior," Jiang Muqing finally praised.

"It’s too hard. As a girl new to online games, pick Warrior. Just swing your sword," I advised kindly.

"No, I like this." She adored the knife-wielder. Did she love kitchen knives too? Terrifying.

If she got hooked, would she start hurting people like this?

I grew uneasy. Better stop her.

Too late. Jiang Muqing had already chosen Rogue and entered the game.

After glancing at key bindings, she started playing.

She looked decent.

With login gold, she bought the cheapest dagger. Then, fearlessly, she walked out of the newbie village.

There stood the cute raccoon that had killed me three times. It had respawned.

Jiang Muqing, face your death sentence. I thought silently, smirking.

Most quit after three raccoon beatings. But with her explosive temper, once was enough.

She swung her dagger. The raccoon leaped, clawing her. Two-thirds of her HP vanished.

"How?! It’s just a raccoon?!" She froze in shock.

"Let go of the keyboard. Respawn, and you’ll be fine," I chuckled. "I said pick Warrior. A shield blocks this easily."

"As Lu Fan’s girlfriend, if I can’t play his favorite game well, how can that be?" She gripped the mouse stubbornly.

Hey, what did gaming skill have to do with being my girlfriend?!

On screen, her Rogue followed the mouse. She jumped, dagger blocking the raccoon’s second claw.

"Crack!" The blade met the claw.

What?! Blocked?

Jiang Muqing had calculated the attack interval.

Coincidence? In "Utopia," monsters moved randomly—no fixed patterns.

"Crack!" Again, the dagger blocked.

Not coincidence. She’d anticipated the jump.

After two blocks, a black line appeared on the raccoon’s neck—a weak point only Rogues saw.

Slash it, and she’d kill it.

Calmly, she crouched to dodge a claw. Then swung the mouse up, slashing the neck.

The line turned red. The raccoon crashed down, twitched, and died.

"Level 1 Rogue, Lu Fan 10003, obtained: Raccoon Pelt x1, Raccoon Meat x1, EXP +5."

"Am I good?" Jiang Muqing smiled, slightly turning her head to ask me.

"Amazing!" I’d guessed the start but not the end. She had real talent.

Then she glanced down. "Fan, stop moving your leg. Your bone... it’s poking me painfully..."

"Idiot, you stop moving!" Humans don’t sprout extra bones!

That was...

You fool! So happy you’re bouncing on my lap, forgetting you’re sitting on someone?

Stop wiggling your butt!

My lower body was about to explode under rational control.

"What’s wrong?" She shifted carelessly, pressing me into blissful agony.

"Idiot, get off me now!" I was nearly crying.