Yu Wuheng might have entertained a flicker of hope, thinking that someone who used to like him so much would definitely not go too far.
[World] I Am a Bastard: Chu Xi, take me off the blacklist so I can talk to you alone.
[World] The Richest One: You and the blacklist are a perfect match.
[World] I Am a Bastard: â¦
[World] Selling Melons Granny: Hahahahaha.
[World] A Single Cucumber: Be careful Selling Melons Granny, laughing at a time like this, youâre not afraid of being remembered in anger by the almighty.
[World] Selling Melons Granny: How could that be, the almighty has their own style, why would they bother with a small fry like me.
[World] Top of the Power Rankings: â¦
[World] Iâm Super Cute: Have you guys noticed that Number One Brother is super quiet today.
Top of the Power Rankings indicated that he was very scared.
Thinking back on Chuzheng asking someone to hack the account, and then considering todayâs incidentâ¦
It was terrifying.
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Yu Wuheng received a response from customer service on his side.
Yu Wuheng received the following response: They mentioned his account logged in from only two locations, one was his usual one, and the other was from a certain city, and looking at the frequency of logins, there was nothing unusual.
The other place was Sanyue Qinghuanâs city.
Yu Wuheng had shared his password with Sanyue Qinghuan.
When he wasnât online, Sanyue Qinghuan would log in for him.
Aside from these two places, there were no other login records.
[Private Chat] Sanyue Qinghuan: Wu Hen, what did customer service say?
[Private Chat] I Am a Bastard: They said thereâs no problem.
[Private Chat] Sanyue Qinghuan: Wu Hen, is it really Chu Xi who did this?
[Private Chat] I Am a Bastard: It should be her, but thereâs no evidence.
Chu Xi had changed a lot; she hadnât come to question him about the hacking of the account, as if she didnât care at all.
Her account wasnât emptied by Yu Wuheng.
But it was related to him.
During the time she could not log in, he spent the entire time with Sanyue Qinghuan. Once, he needed some items, which he didnât have, but Chu Xiâs account did.@@novelbin@@
But at that time, he was unable to open another account.
So, he asked Sanyue Qinghuan to log in for him.
Sanyue Qinghuan logged in at an internet cafe, and the next day Chu Xiâs account was hacked.
Sanyue Qinghuan said she might have forgotten to log off, leaving the computer on when she left.
Yu Wuheng had no way to explain, so he decided to pretend he knew nothing.
[Private Chat] Sanyue Qinghuan: Can the items in that account be recovered?
[Private Chat] I Am a Bastard: Donât know.
He couldnât even contact Chuzheng now, so how could he know if they could be recovered?
[Private Chat] Sanyue Qinghuan: Donât panic, Wu Hen.
Sanyue Qinghuanâs gentle words of comfort certainly eased much of Yu Wuhengâs anger.
[Private Chat] Sanyue Qinghuan: Wu Hen, why donât you change your name back first?
[Private Chat] I Am a Bastard: Okay.
He really found the name an eyesore.
But when Yu Wuheng purchased the name change card and clicked to change his name, he was informed that frequent changes had locked the name, and he could change it only after six months.
Ying Ze was so furious he almost smashed the computer.
He stood up, pulled open the door, and walked out.
âYing Ze, where are you going? Weâre about to eat.â
Ying Ze completely ignored the shouting from behind and slammed the door as he left.
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[Hidden Quest: Please obtain a Good Person Card for Jiang Liang to prevent his descent into darkness.]
Chuzheng reclined calmly, legs crossed.
âTell me, is Jiang Liang the ID or the real name?â
The Kingâs Account was somewhat cowardly.
[â¦Both.]
In the game, thatâs the ID.
The real name is also that.
[Missâ¦]
Chuzheng kicked the computer plug sharply, and the screen turned black as the socket sparked with a flash.
[â¦] Miss, this is very dangerous!
Why does Miss have to be so fierce.
Chuzheng, feeling unsatisfied after the initial kick, gave another kick to the table leg. The table shook violently, and the computer fell off, its screen smashing to smithereens.
The shattered screen reflected the emotionless faces of countless girls.
She had already offended Jiang Liang in the game, and now they were telling her to go get a Good Person Card, but how? How was she supposed to get one?!
Bastard is really sick in the head!
[Miss, please go outside now and be a good person.]
No!
Your Miss is furious!
Chuzheng kicked over a chair and collapsed onto the bed.
[â¦] The Kingâs Account murmured in her heart that the System couldnât stoop to its hostâs level. [Miss, the Good Person Card needs you.]
âI wonât die.â
[But something will happen.]
âI wonât die.â She wasnât darkened yet, so she was sure she wouldnât die.
[Miss!!] The Kingâs Accountâs voice rose, [If you donât go now, it will be too late. Please take being a good person seriously, okay!?]
âThe Miss you are calling is not online.â
Chuzhengâs voice was as cold and mechanical as ever.
Paired with her expressionless face, she was oddly endearing in contrast.
The Kingâs Account roared incessantly.
Chuzheng pressed her head under the blanket, only to find that the voice was coming from her mind.
I want a new head.
[â¦]
Why does Miss always have such messy thoughts?
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Chuzheng opened the door to her room.
The corridor was very quiet.
There were four units on this floor, but the original owner had never encountered any neighbors on this floor. According to her bored observations, this floor should be unoccupied.
She lived in 902.
Chuzheng looked across the hallâ904.
The pervert who was wrapped up so tight that not even his eyes and nose could be seen?
Bastard, are you wishing for my death to come quicker?
Why bully me, the little pitiful one so much!
Chuzheng, feeling dejected, walked to 904âand lifted her foot to kick the door.
The thudding sound echoed throughout the corridor.
âWho is it!â
A gritty voice came from inside.
Chuzheng couldnât be bothered to answer and continued kicking the door.
Inside, the voice went silent. Chuzheng sensed someone watching her, likely the person inside looking through the peephole.
She gave a sharp kick, and the door shuddered with the impact.
The door was opened a crack, revealing a manâs face.
He sized up Chuzheng with a glance, asking impatiently, âWhat do you want?â
Chuzhengâs head remained still, her gaze moving from the manâs face down to his feet.
He was wearing a cheap T-shirt, his hair greasy as though it hadnât been washed for ages, his palms rough with scars, and his nails full of dirtâclearly a man accustomed to manual labor.
His eyes were murky and vicious.
They were nothing like the clear, sky-blue eyes she had seen the last time.
Chuzheng took two steps back, then suddenly shot out with a kick.
Clangâ
The man stumbled backward, hit by the door.
Chuzheng walked in boldly, her toe pressing against the door as it rebounded from the wall.
âShit!â
The man cursed lowly, picked up a wrench from nearby, and charged at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng tilted her head to avoid the wrench, seizing his arm in the process, pivoted to the side, pushed down on his shoulder, and slammed him against the door.
Their heads collided with the door, emitting a dull thud.
Chuzheng pinned the man against the door, a cold blade pressed against his neck.
The man hadnât seen the knife in Chuzhengâs hand; now it loomed like the Grim Reaperâs scythe, appearing silently.