The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

After failing to add Yu Lian on WeChat several times, Jiang Shaoheng became furious and went to confront her early in the morning.

The male classmate he was pulling aside looked at him with disdain, as if he was often asked questions by people like him, and said in a pretentious tone, "Oh, Yu Lian, it seems she took leave. I wonder how long."

Jiang Shaoheng couldn't stand people showing off in front of him. This idiot was just a classmate of Yu Lian, yet he acted like they were old friends. He had a round head and looked like a potato. Yu Lian probably didn't even know his name.

His surname is Ma and his given name is Lingshu (Shu).

But I held back and said thank you.

He couldn't afford any more disciplinary action, and he couldn't transfer schools; he had to give his first time—in love—at this school.

After failing to catch Yu Lian for several days in a row, Jiang Shaoheng's patience was wearing thin. You see, he meticulously styled his hair, wore earrings, bracelets, rings, and perfume every morning, making himself look incredibly alluring, only to find that he wasn't showing off to the person he wanted.

He missed Yu Lian terribly. He would sneak into Yu Lian's classroom during every lunch break and watch movies in her seat.

One day, halfway through watching it, a thin finger reached out from above and swiped the progress bar to the end.

He clicked his tongue, looked up as if to curse, and saw the girl he had been waiting for for so many days looking at him with her eyelashes lowered.

Wearing a loose school uniform, while girls her age were altering their tops and shorts to make them tighter, she still looked like a little burlap sack.

Her hair was loosely tied in a ponytail, and her head was round like a rabbit's. Her neck was slender, and a few wisps of loose, fluffy hair fell down the back of her head. The afternoon sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, making her small face look as white and delicate as a porcelain doll.

Her lips were pursed pink, and she looked very happy.

  

Who are you?

I am your husband.

That's what he wanted to say.

But she had clearly forgotten their first meeting, and now her first impression of him had dropped another notch, from a guy with no pecs to a guy who watches porn. Either way, he looked like he was destined to be single forever.

I'm thinking of starting over. Life.

He forced a smile, trying to appear innocent and harmless: "Hi, classmate. I'm looking for someone, and I was just looking for a seat, do you mind?"

Yu Lian's gaze lingered on his face. After looking at him carefully for a few moments, she finally realized that he was a very handsome man.

The longer he watched, the more nervous he became, regretting not getting his hair done that morning. His phone, oblivious to the situation, started replaying the clip, with the opening sequence of exciting edits and enthusiastic "uh-huhs" playing.

He frantically turned it off.

Yu Lian's eyes widened in disbelief. She stopped looking at him and said in a soft, angry voice, "Can't you just leave already? What are you doing sitting at my desk?"

I didn't even ask his name.

But he just didn't want her to ask, so he took his phone and left timidly.

As she walked, she looked down and smelled the spot on her phone screen where she had wiped it.

After two unsuccessful in-person meetings, Jiang Shaoheng decided to try a different approach. He added her on WeChat with a new account, this time saying he didn't want to be her classmate but wanted to transfer her money. She accepted his request instantly.

A passionate and exciting online romance. Let the fun begin.

Leaving aside how they met online, the immature Yu Xiaolian, though seemingly difficult to fool, was actually quite easy to deceive. He knew her family situation and that she had never seen much money, so he used money to coax her.

I don't dare give too much at once, afraid she'll run away after taking it all, so I just send small transfers and red envelopes of a few hundred yuan every day.

She obediently called him "husband" after a while.

Jiang Shaoheng has collected hundreds of voice messages from her calling him "husband." He listens to them now and then, and using them as his alarm clock is even more enjoyable. He wakes up with plenty of energy every day, no matter where he is.

Afraid she would recognize him, and also because of some thoughts he didn't want to admit, Jiang Shaoheng would make his phone calls so subtle that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him. When his mother wasn't in love, she was normal and kind; upon hearing him speak, she would stand outside the door and ask if he had friends visiting.

Of course, when friends come over, they look at him as if he's a ghost.

Watching him fiddle with the microphone in front of his headphones, his expression was quite complicated.

"Bro, didn't you used to beat up these kinds of guys after school all the time...?"

Jiang Shaoheng pretended not to hear.

Every day during breaks, Jiang Shaoheng would still go to the back door to see Yu Lian, and at the same time, he felt a sense of superiority in front of the men who came to see Yu Lian.

Simply put, it was even more pretentious than what the potato did back then.

The men all thought he was crazy. Seeing his handsome face and designer shoes and watches, they didn't dare mess with him and kept cursing him behind his back. The more they cursed him, the happier Jiang Shaoheng felt, believing it was pure loser's anger.

However, his sense of superiority was quickly shattered.

Yu Lian broke up with him.

At first she said it would interfere with her studies, then she said her parents found out. In short, she was determined to break up with him, which made him so angry that he transferred tens of thousands of yuan to her.

She didn't accept any of it; she wouldn't even accept his money.

After being deleted and broken up with, he didn't sleep all night, completely devastated, his pride and his sycophantic nature locked in a fierce struggle.

Flipping through photo albums and saved voice messages, the music in my headphones was somber, her voice playing over and over in the sad melody. I missed her, I hated her.

When I miss her, I want to run to her doorstep, kneel down, and beg her.

When I hate her, I want to grab her and *rot* her to death.

The next day during break, he stormed to her class with a phone full of evidence, but couldn't find her. Frustrated, he went to the open-air corridor outside the teaching building to relax.

I saw Yu Lian kissing someone.

The man had his back to her, his tall figure looming over the girl, his hand cupping her delicate white chin as he leaned down.

Jiang Shaoheng's world was spinning.

The bitterness and pain he felt from the breakup surged back up all night, and even though his heart was perfectly fine inside his body, he felt as if he were bleeding profusely.



Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

She will be afraid.

She's afraid she'll become so promiscuous that she'll seduce men behind his back. She's afraid she'll be so bold as to kiss men at school.

She is not afraid.

I shouldn't have been nice to her. I should have locked her up and kept her blocked in every day.

She should be mutilated for life until death, turned into a stupid little fool who knows nothing but **.

She'll be scared.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much.

Kill him! ...



The man removed a flying insect stuck to the girl's eyelashes, glanced back, and saw that the corridor was deserted.



Ten prejudiced carnivals were thrown out, and all the comments—praising, criticizing, and sarcastic—strangely froze. Yu Lian could only see his comments.

She was aware of prejudice.

The game streamer she was watching just a few days ago.

The little guy got a pentakill in the game and, feeling smug, came over to rub his face against hers. I wonder if he even remembered that he was streaming. He was being all sweet and affectionate in a sticky voice.

"Go ahead and yell? I got a pentakill."

[Prejudice sends out Carnival x10]

[Prejudice: Hush money. Don't call it a day.]

[Bias: Doesn't he have a wife? Does he expect my wife to call him that?]

[Prejudice: If you're sexually repressed, just take a pencil sharpener and start spinning.]

The viewers in the live chat finally realized what was happening.

[Whose wife?]

[？？？？？？]

[Huh? Really a bias? Before clicking in, I thought it was a fake account...]

[What does this mean? Prejudice? Who stole your wife? You're in such a hurry!]

[Prejudice said tomorrow that something felt off about his account; after checking, I found that three people were logging into his account at the same time.]

[Wow, you're amazing! This is the first time I've ever seen such a big streamer act so crazy in public.]

[You guys... Stop with the prejudice! If my wife ran off with someone else, I'd be more anxious than him!]

[Searching for his wife across a thousand miles, he was caught and killed]

Yu Lian saw four familiar letters in the comments and finally understood.

Prejudice.

Yu Lian hadn't connected them before because she had spent too long changing his nickname and had misremembered.

I misremembered it as sabi.

With her mind in a mess, unable to think of a way to make this idiot less embarrassing, Yu Lian simply moved her finger and blocked him from speaking.

She let out a sigh of relief: "I have something to do, I have to go now, okay? Um... the pig at home is in heat."

He casually used the excuse that Bias had used to reject her before.

He was speaking to Xiao Cunzai, and the comments on his end must have told him what had happened. He was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Okay, let's play together next time."

Yu Lian didn't respond. She rubbed her temples with her slender fingers, closed her eyes, and rested for a few seconds.

Live streaming is tiring enough, and then this guy Bias has to keep attacking like a bloodhound. Who can stand it? From now on, Yu Lian will have to do more live streams so we don't have to watch the game anymore; we can just watch the guy's impotent rage and cursing.

Open your eyes.

[Hey streamer, wake up! Something's happened!]

[Quickly go watch Prejudice Bro's Douyin! Ahhhhhh, Sha Yisi!]

[Am I the only one who thinks this is really good...? (Not a romantic, sex-obsessed, tofu-brained, laptop-like thing...)]

Yu Lian was startled.

I painstakingly navigated the world of Douyin (TikTok) with my phone. I built a large account with three million followers.

A new video was pinned to the top of the page. It has a plain text background, and the number of likes keeps increasing.

[Bias: My wife is so fragile and wants to cry]

Any loser who wants to be with her should come find me at the fish market first.



If what I write doesn't suit your taste, feel free to find something that does. I'm not imprisoning you.