Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

A whole courtyard of relatives instantly surrounded us, chattering away, their enthusiasm almost suffocating.

"Wow, this young man is so energetic!"

"Ju'er has good taste!"

"Settle down quickly, get married soon, and have kids soon!"

One after another, the disgusting pressure to get married poured into Guan Juer's ears like a tidal wave.

Her scalp tingled, and she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. She just wanted to disappear on the spot.

From the moment she decided to rent a boyfriend to take home, she had imagined a million awkward scenarios, but she never expected that her relatives' enthusiasm would be so exaggerated.

Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by the crowd, her wrist was suddenly gently tugged.

Gu Er subtly moved closer to her, lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice extremely low, carrying a hint of deliberate probing:

"Sister, do you really want to continue? This time I'm not holding back."

Guan Juer was furious at being pressured to get married, and her head was throbbing with anger at her parents' double standards all along.

Just a few hours ago on the highway, no matter how she instructed Gu Er to cause trouble, her parents could automatically filter and beautify it, treating rebellion as frankness, giving up as insight, and arguing as flirting.

She endured it all the way, gave in the whole way, and pretended to be obedient the whole way.

Surrounded by a group of relatives and subjected to a barrage of questions, she completely gave up and became reckless.

She turned her head, her eyes hardening, almost spitting out the words through clenched teeth:

"Go all out! Act recklessly! Let everyone know you're unreliable!"

A sly glint flashed in Gu Er's eyes, as if he had received a pardon.

He gave a soft "hmm" and nodded.

The next second, he completely transformed.

One second he was obedient and gentle, nodding and greeting his elders, the next second he seemed to have completely shed his disguise, sitting down on the most conspicuous stone stool in the yard, his legs spread wide apart, one hand casually resting on his knee, the other hand taking out his phone, his fingers quickly swiping to open a game, and turning the volume up to the maximum.

Immediately afterwards, a loud and forceful rant echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Tui—these noobs are feeding kills again! Do they even know how to play?!"

The voice was loud and penetrating, without any attempt to conceal it.

The relatives, who had been chatting and laughing all the time, suddenly fell silent, as if a mute button had been pressed.

The air froze instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

The sunflower seeds Grandma was holding fell to the ground with a "thud." The old woman opened her mouth wide, stunned for a long time, and tentatively called out:

"...Little Gu?"

Gu Er didn't even look up, her eyes glued to her phone screen, her fingers tapping rapidly. She waved dismissively, her tone utterly perfunctory:

"Hey Grandma, wait a minute, I'm about to win this round, don't bother me."

In short, he left a whole courtyard of elders standing there, feeling awkward and isolated.

The proud and smug smile on Guan Ma's face froze on the spot. Her lips twitched uncontrollably, and her complexion darkened visibly, gradually turning from rosy to bluish.

Mr. Guan paused, his hand holding the car keys pausing, his brows furrowing deeply. The admiration he had shown for the young man vanished, replaced by obvious dissatisfaction.

Guan Juer pretended to be calm and stood aside, not forgetting to add fuel to the fire.

She deliberately sighed, looking helpless and troubled, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for those around her to hear:

"Look at you, all you do is play games all day long, you don't care about your work at all, I've told you so many times but you never listen, you haven't improved at all."

She wanted to blatantly display the labels "Gu Er is unambitious, uncontrollable, and unreliable" to everyone.

Gu Er cooperated perfectly and immediately took over the role.

He stiffened his neck and argued back with her directly in front of all the relatives in the courtyard, his voice clear and loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Life is too short to enjoy it! Marriage? Having kids? Forget about it. I'm not going to be tied down by family and spend my whole life as a slave to a mortgage and a car loan!"

These words caused an uproar in the courtyard.

In the older generation's mind, this is not being carefree, but rather being extremely rebellious.

It is irresponsible, unambitious, and a complete fallacy.

The teacup in my uncle's hand froze in mid-air, the tea spilling out and splashing onto the back of his hand without him noticing.

The smile on the woman's lips vanished completely, and her eyes clearly said: This man is no good, really no good.

The aunt quietly tugged at her husband's sleeve, her face full of disapproval, her brows furrowed.

Her cousins, who had previously looked on with envy and praised her for her good taste, all silently took a half step back, looking at Gu Er as if she were some kind of unconventional oddball.

Guan's parents' faces were as green as freshly picked vegetables for the New Year, looking extremely ugly.

Guan Juer was secretly thrilled, but on the surface she maintained that helpless expression that said, "I can't do anything about him, I'm also very troubled," perfectly playing the role of a well-behaved girlfriend who was dragged down by her unreliable boyfriend.

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

Don't you guys like to rush me?

Don't you prefer marriages between people of similar social standing?

Don't you like to make decisions for me?

Then I'll show you the version that you find the least acceptable.

Once inside, Gu Er completely let loose, showing no restraint whatsoever.

When elders tried to talk to him, he ignored them, his eyes glued to his phone the whole time. He would give a few perfunctory "uh-huhs" and wouldn't even bother to lift his head.

His family brought out the washed fruit, but he was picky, saying this wasn't sweet enough and that was too sour, and wouldn't even touch it.

He sprawled out on the sofa, his whole body spread out in a starfish shape, with his legs propped up on the coffee table – his posture was incredibly awkward.

He yawned loudly and without any attempt to hide it. He even deliberately picked at his nails slowly in front of everyone, looking like he was just being lazy and indifferent.

They lack manners, discipline, and ambition.

His entire being screams "unsuitable for marriage."

The relatives looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

No one has ever seen such an immature, rude, self-centered, and undisciplined young person.

The more expectations and satisfaction I had for Gu Er before, the more disappointed and disgusted I am now.

Aunt Guan's face turned pale and then flushed, her chest heaving as she suppressed her anger and forced a smile to deal with her relatives, though the fire in her eyes was almost overflowing.

She finally lost her temper and, in the awkward silence, forcefully grabbed Guan Juer's arm and dragged her into the bedroom without saying a word.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut, shutting out all the noise and stares from outside.

Only the mother and daughter remained in the bedroom.

The anger that Guan Ma had been holding in all the way and throughout the entire courtyard finally erupted at this moment.

She pointed at Guan Juer's nose, her voice trembling with anger:

"Guan Ju'er! Tell me the truth! Where did you find this thing?!"

"Lazy, unambitious, disrespectful to elders, impervious to reason, with no manners, spouting nonsense—how can anyone live like that? Huh? Tell me, how can anyone live like that!"

"I'm telling you, break up with him right now! Break up immediately! Break up right now! I absolutely do not approve of you being with this kind of person!"

Guan's mother was so angry that her chest heaved violently, her face was extremely ugly, and her eyes were filled with disappointment and anger.

She couldn't understand how her usually well-behaved, quiet daughter could have chosen a guy who completely crossed all the lines.

Guan Juer had been holding it in all the way, and finally she felt great.

She sneered inwardly.

You guys are the ones who have to urge me.

You've arranged my life without my consent.

You're making them think that as long as the other person's family background is suitable and their job is stable, they can force them onto me.

This year, I am the reincarnation of the demon child, here specifically to cure your marriage-urging sickness.

On the surface, she instantly got into character.

Her eyes were slightly red, her expression stubborn and determined, showing no sign of backing down, and her tone was frighteningly serious:

"I don't care about the choice. I just love him. He's good to me, and I understand him. In this life, I will marry no one but Gu Er."

"you--"

Guan's mother couldn't catch her breath; it was stuck in her chest, she couldn't go up or down.

She stared at Guan Juer, her finger hovering in mid-air, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

His expression was so contorted, it looked as if he had swallowed ten pounds of flies.

She couldn't understand how her usually obedient daughter had become like this.

For the sake of such a seemingly hopeless and irresponsible young man, he actually dared to openly oppose her.

Guan Juer was so happy she felt like she could fly, and she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she didn't show it on her face at all.

She maintained that stubborn, love-crazed demeanor, refusing to listen to anyone's advice, and unwilling to turn back even after hitting a wall, her eyes resolute, not retreating an inch.

She wanted her parents to know everything clearly.

Pressuring someone to get married comes at a price.

Alternatively, accept that she doesn't get married and lives at her own pace.

Either accept that she finds a boyfriend whom everyone dislikes and opposes.

There are only two options; there is no middle ground.

When the two of them came out of the bedroom again, the atmosphere in the living room had dropped to freezing point.

Gu Er, on her own, had completely blocked all the marriage-urging rhetoric from her relatives.

And the traffic jams are getting worse and worse.

The older woman was the first to lose her composure and tentatively spoke, her tone cautious, afraid of offending anyone:

"Gu, when are you planning to buy a house? A boy needs a house to feel secure."

Gu Er leaned lazily against the sofa, not even lifting her head, her voice nonchalant:

"Why buy a house? Renting is so much more comfortable. I don't want to be burdened with a mortgage. It's exhausting. It's not worth working for the bank my whole life."

The woman's face stiffened, and she opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

His aunt sighed, her voice earnest and earnest, as if she were doing it for his own good:

"Men should prioritize their careers. Young people should work hard and not always think about having fun."

Gu Er simply shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

"Enough is enough. If you can't roll around, lying down is fine. Health is the most important thing. Why make things so tiring?"

Aunt's lips twitched a few times, then she silently shut her mouth.

His older cousin, seeing this, gently tried to persuade him to be more mature and take responsibility:

"After you get married, you'll have to settle down and change your temper for the sake of your family. You can't always do whatever you want."

Gu Er finally raised his head, glanced at her, and spoke directly and bluntly:

"Getting married won't stop me from having fun. I can't give up my own life for a family, can I? People don't live just to get married and have children."

One sentence was enough to make my cousin turn pale, and she dared not say another word.

After asking around among the relatives, everyone turned pale and avoided eye contact; no one dared to approach them again to ask any more questions.

The group of people who were previously praising them as a "perfect match" and "a handsome man and a beautiful woman" are now all as quiet as chickens.

I was afraid that if I said anything out of turn, this big Buddha would spew out a bunch of fallacies and I would make a fool of myself.

Mr. and Mrs. Guan sat to the side, their faces so dark they could drip ink, filled with deep regret.

It was supposed to be a happy New Year, and I was originally going to bring my boyfriend home to finalize our wedding plans and make our relatives envious.

As a result, they brought back a plague god who was specifically designed to cure marriage pressure, offending everyone in the house.

The dinner table was eerily quiet throughout.

No one pressures people to get married, no one asks about their partners, no one mentions buying a house, a car, or having children, and no one dares to say another word.

Even when picking up food, she did so quietly and gently, afraid of disturbing this gentleman and being subjected to another lecture on his unorthodox views.

The only sound on the entire dining table was the soft chopsticks gently touching the rim of the bowls.

Guan Juer lowered her head and ate her rice, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably as she almost burst out laughing.

Cool.

So cool.

This year was quieter than any other year.

In previous years, the pressure to get married would be constant at the dinner table. Questions would range from work to partners, from partners to marriage, and from marriage to having children. The barrage of questions was relentless and suffocating.

She could only lower her head, pretending not to hear, pretending to be obedient, swallowing all her grievances and frustrations.

This year is much better.

Gu Er silenced all other voices with a single word.

The way her relatives looked at her changed completely from "You're not young anymore, you should get married" to "Poor girl, how did you end up with such a boyfriend?"

No one dared to urge her anymore, for fear that if they did, she would really be determined to marry this boyfriend whom no one thought was a good match.

Guan's parents had dark faces the whole time, unable to eat, and barely touched any food.

But there was nothing they could do about her.

After all, they brought the people back themselves in high spirits.

The path they chose was their own.

After dinner, the relatives sat for a short while before making excuses to leave.

They left faster and more decisively than the last, as if afraid that if they stayed even a second longer, they would be brainwashed by Gu Er's talk of giving up.

The courtyard, which had been bustling like a market just moments before, suddenly became deserted.

Guan Juer packed her things and prepared to go back to her room to rest.

Gu Er quietly followed behind her, all the way to a corner where no one could see them.

He gently reached out and naturally took her hand, his fingertips slightly curved, and lightly tickled her palm, chuckling softly in a whisper:

"Sister, mission accomplished. From now on... no one will dare to rush you."

Guan Juer looked up and met the smile he couldn't hide in his eyes.

The moonlight shone gently through the window and fell on his face.

Despite having a pure, innocent, and harmless face, her eyes are full of cunning and slyness.

She suddenly realized.

This boyfriend was definitely worth renting.

Not only did it help her completely avoid this marriage-pressure drama, it also brought a whole bunch of nosy relatives under its thumb.

From then on, no one dared to speak ill of her life.

As for her parents telling her to break up?

A slight smile appeared on Guan Juer's lips.

Not urgent.

Anyway, this year, she's a demon child.

No one can control her.

Pressuring someone to get married?

nonexistent.