Since Mu Yuli’s order to Yelan was “bring Jiang Fan over after school,” she naturally had to continue her guard duties first. That’s why she couldn’t stop Jiang Fan from leaving campus right away.

When Mu Yuli learned Jiang Fan had skipped class, she snapped her pen in half with a blank expression. Yelan felt the air around her turn colder than the plains of northern Siberia—no AC needed.

After closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths, she barely suppressed the urge to have her men drag Jiang Fan back. Work came first for now.

But Jiang Fan’s stunt had pushed her patience to the limit. She picked up her phone, flashing a dazzling smile as she typed a text:

“If you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish. Wait for me at Chen Jing’s tonight. If I don’t see you there—suffer the consequences.”

The message stayed unread. After five minutes of silence, Mu Yuli set her phone down and silently returned to her files.

“Yelan, buy me some things.”

Mu Yuli scribbled notes on a document while giving orders.

Hearing the items she listed, Yelan couldn’t help but pity Jiang Fan. Poor guy was in for a rough night…

“Got it? Go now. I’ll need them soon.”

Mu Yuli’s face remained calm, as if she’d just asked for something ordinary.

Stepping out of the student council room, it was almost 4 p.m. The scorching sun still hung high, baking the earth.

Mu Yuli’s requests were… special. Toys wouldn’t cut it—she wanted the real deal. Even with connections, sourcing them was tricky. Time was tight; Yelan had to move fast.

Poor Jiang Fan, may the odds be ever in your favor…

After assigning a subordinate to cover her guard shift, she left Jingjiang No. 1 High.

So where was Jiang Fan?

He was chilling in an internet café, enjoying the AC. Ice-cold soda at his side, he dominated his game.

Girlfriend? Not really his thing.

People without partners say, “Games beat girls any day.” Those with partners realize—yep, games really do beat girls.

Jiang Fan couldn’t agree more.

Chen Jing’s bar wasn’t open yet, so he couldn’t work. He’d slept through school and wasn’t tired. Lying in his rental room scrolling his phone sounded boring. So he dove back into a café for old times’ sake.

He gamed till 6 p.m., then grabbed stir-fried noodles from a street stall for dinner. With his shift starting at 7, the timing was perfect.

Only when paying by phone did he spot Mu Yuli’s text. He replied instantly: “Sorry, just saw this. I’ll wait for you at the bar tonight.” Hopefully, that’d cool her off a bit.

Pissing off Mu Yuli kept him on her mind—but pushing too hard risked her patience snapping. Then he’d be dead. He had to tread carefully: know when to back down.

Jiang Fan put on his headphones and headed to the nearest bus stop. While waiting, he pulled up his system panel to check for new quests and item swaps.

His total points: 1.25 million. Mu Yuli’s surprise visit last night had broken his perfect check-in streak. Normally, two hours at the bar would net him 10k points. Now he’d restart from 3k.

But every cloud has a silver lining. The broken streak triggered fresh quests to replenish his points.

The first was easy: flirt with a random girl for 20k points—basically free. But Jiang Fan knew doing that would get him killed. To see tomorrow’s sun, he skipped it.

The second was harder: take a girl to a hotel room, then tell Mu Yuli. Reward: 50k points.

Damn, this system loved getting him murdered. Every quest targeted Mu Yuli’s landmines, begging him to dance on them.

He had legit reasons to try it, but Mu Yuli’s temper meant no forgiveness. Nope. Better play it safe.

The third was toughest—a long-term quest with a 5 million point reward.

Requirement: juggle two girlfriends for two months. Honestly, if he tried that behind Mu Yuli’s back, he wouldn’t wait for tomorrow. Time to restart life.

All quests were unusable now—like a frozen bank card with millions he couldn’t touch.

He checked items next. Useful ones were too pricey; cheap ones were useless. Nothing gained.

“Guess it all comes down to being broke~~”

Jiang Fan finally understood how a penny could stump a hero.

Still, he wasn’t too bothered. The system was just a debt-paying tool. Relying on it bred weakness. If it vanished someday, he’d be worthless. Unless his life hung in the balance, he avoided overpowered items.

On the bus, he waited quietly. Around 7 p.m., he clocked in just in time.

“Hey, high schooler! Skipping out on time today? Heard you pissed off the young mistress real bad. Bold move.”

Chen Jing laughed, giving Jiang Fan a thumbs-up. He’d never seen anyone defy Mu Yuli and still walk around.

“You think I wanted to? I’m trying to figure out how to stop her from messing with me.”

“Haha! My advice? Take the bull by the horns. Tackle her first—she’ll be too tired to tackle you back.”

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes. He hated this depressing topic, and Chen Jing’s gloating was gross.

“Watch your mouth. Don’t expect me to vouch for you later.”

He stormed into the locker room without looking back. But while changing, a thought struck him.

Hmm… Chen Jing might have a point?

Should he… actually try it?

Emmmmmm…

Nah.

Try it, and die.