The legendary Hammer of Chaos didn’t leave him bleeding on the floor.
Instead, a phone screen—still recording—appeared before Mufeng’s eyes.
“?”
Why didn’t it hurt?
Mufeng lifted his head, puzzled.
On the WeChat profile picture, the glaring words “PROXY GAMER” seemed to whisper the girl’s hardship and bitterness. Meanwhile, the hammer in her hand radiated justice and execution.
Together, they formed the Great Memory Recovery Technique 😋.
“GIVE ME… MY HARD-EARNED MONEY!!!”
The girl snarled, the hammer trembling in her grip.
“…”
😨👆🏻
Memories flooded back! Every single detail!
How could fate be this cruel? He’d never dreamed of getting solo-killed offline. Weren’t we just supposed to log off happily? 😭😭…
Mufeng’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone. His thumb jabbed the screen with unnatural speed, confirming the fingerprint payment.
*Cha-ching!* “WeChat Pay: ¥400 received.”
Hua Xin watched her balance jump from ¥8.37 to ¥408.37. The fiery rage in her eyes cooled instantly. The supernova of fury she’d summoned for her blood money fizzled out.
*(Got money 💰…)*
*(Can buy rice bowls 🍚…)*
*(Pork rib bone broth over rice… hehe 🤤…)*
Her eyes sparkled with unrestrained joy. She nearly hugged her phone and spun in place.
Hua Xin: OvO (happy).
“Brother Hua, I was wrong.”
“Can we talk… without the hammer? The payment’s sent.”
Mufeng curled up on the floor, tearful and pitiful like a wronged bride 🥺.
Uh…
The girl stepped back twice, dazed.
*Who am I?* 🤔
*Where am I?* 😨
*Why’s my hand so heavy…?*
She glanced down. A hammer clung firmly to her right palm, ready to unleash the Great Memory Recovery Technique on command.
Huh?
Hua Xin turned smoothly. She scooped up the screwdriver and wallpaper knife—still faintly smelling of instant noodles—from the floor. Careful to avoid the plastic bag of takeout, she stuffed them all into her backpack along with the hammer.
*Runrunrunrunrunrunrun!* 😨…
Panic clawed at her throat, but she forced her legs to move calmly.
“WAIT!!!”
A booming voice cut through the air behind her. Hua Xin’s hand froze on the doorknob—but she didn’t hesitate. She bolted out like a shot.
*Wait?*
*As if!*
*Stop and get counter-killed?*
Kamen Rider and Ultraman’s transformation times had expired. This was the difference between Bolo Battle Armor and Bolo Blow Snow! Right now, she lacked even the courage to stand before Mufeng, let alone swing a hammer.
*Got the money! RUN!* 😡
*(Be brave, my friend 👨🏻.)*
*(Even if there’s no rainbow tomorrow 🌈.)*
*(Sunshine always follows the storm 💦~)*
Backpack bouncing, head down, Hua Xin darted left and right through the corridors.
Just as her stamina hit rock bottom and she slowed to check her surroundings—a bloodcurdling wail echoed behind her.
“Brother Hua! Listen to me!”
“THERE’S A—MIS—UN—DER—STAND—ING—!”
Mufeng sprinted after her, fumbling to fasten his pants. Two dark patches soaked the seat of his white trousers—he’d sat directly on the damp floor earlier.
But preserving his dignity mattered less than what came next.
After Hua Xin fled, Mufeng realized with horror: he’d seen the recording icon on her phone screen. Every dirty deed he’d done was captured. 😨
If Xiangguan or Xia Yan heard it… fine. But if Hua Xin posted it on the campus wall in anger…
His life would be OVER!!! 😭😭
Four years of dating prospects and hard-earned reputation—gone in an instant!!! 😭
He *had* to stop this.
*(Runrunrunrunrunrunrun…)*
*(A WITCH is chasing me 😭…)*
Hua Xin, naturally weak in stamina, tapped into reserves she never knew she had. Her escape speed broke records, as if she’d activated the Azure Butterfly Cloud-Stepping Technique 🦶…
“Brother Hua, wa—!”
*(Heh heh, Flash—you can’t catch me…)*
Smug at his frustrated shout, she pushed harder… *CRASH!* …Oops. Ah!
Hua Xin:
Pain exploded across her skull. She snapped upright, stars and snowflakes dancing before her eyes—obscuring the thick pillar she’d just met headfirst.
Huh?
Are my 2D waifus waving at me…?
Hehe 🤤… My Changli, my Violet…
The sweet illusion shattered under a tidal wave of agony. Tears spilled uncontrollably.
*It hurts so bad waaahhh 🥺! I’m dying I’m dying I’m dying 😭…*
Hua Xin crouched, clutching her head. Her body writhed as she bit back sobs, tears soaking through her mask.
Mufeng skidded to a halt beside her, hands on knees, gasping.
“Brother Hua.”
“You still alive?”
“Don’t scare me… What’ll I do if you die? 😭”
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Back in the premium front-row seats.
Xia Yan strode up the aisle entrance.
*Good thing I rode my motorcycle to pick up Hua Xin…*
*Dragging that woman to the dorms would’ve taken forever.*
Xia Yan bet Lin Qingyu had “miraculously recovered” the second they reached her floor.
Years of studying his phone wallpaper taught him to spot fakes in one glance (confidence: 100%).
No trace of a sprained ankle. Pure trap.
*High-tier women are terrifying.*
He sighed softly, then felt better remembering Hua Xin had spent so long with Mufeng and Xiangguan.
*They must be friends by now.*
“Bro Yan!”
Mufeng greeted him casually, eyes glued to his phone screen.
Hua Xin sat nearby, head in hands, also staring at her phone.
“Where’s Xiangguan?”
Xia Yan frowned.
“Off beating White Bone Spirit. Ignore him.”
Xia Yan nodded and leaned toward the girl. “Need a ride home?”
Hua Xin gave a tiny nod.
“I’ll take Hua Hua back first. Mufeng, you’re on your own.”
“Sure.”
Mufeng didn’t crack a joke. He kept his head down, replying quietly. Xia Yan noticed nothing amiss.
“Why’s your head covered?”
“Mosquito bite.”
She brushed it off lightly, face twisted in silent agony.
But as she climbed onto the motorcycle, her nose wrinkled.
A cloying woman’s perfume clung to Xia Yan, drowning out his usual scent.
*(Hmph… playboy. 🖕🏻)*
*(I’ll expose your true colors… 😈)*
From the audience seats, Mufeng watched them vanish. He reread Hua Xin’s message on his phone, then tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle toward the ceiling, resolve hardening.
*Don’t blame me, Bro Yan (sigh).*
*Brothers stay in the heart. 👊🏻*
*I’d NEVER betray you. 😡 (…liar.)*
