"What are you planning to write?" the cousin asked, sowhat puzzled.
"So settings in novels! On this dark and windy night, I suddenly had an inspiration, and this ti, it’s definitely going to be a hit, a hit that will make a Platinum God!"
Wang Hao was still contemplating the plot of "Paradise."
"Hm? You’re going to beco a God again? For what, the umpteenth ti now?" Han Xiaoyue’s face showed a smile that took pleasure in his misfortune. Wang Hao’s failures had beco a constant backdrop to his life, and it was all too common to hear him wailing in front of his computer, "Why does nobody read, why, when I write so incredibly well!"
Sadly, even Lucky Fish Fortune couldn’t magically improve his writing skills or increase his readership.
Writing novels and failing might have been the biggest setback in Old Wang’s life.
"Cough cough... This ti I’ve switched to a Cthulhu the, which might be more popular," Wang Hao said with unashad thickness in his face while sneakily glancing at the girl before him with the corner of his eye.
Eros, it seems, is the universal panacea. The loose pajamas just about concealed the plumpness, but the roundness of her legs was not sothing that could be hidden, turning the prior terror into a colossal idiotic scene.
Wang Hao realized a fact!
Right, even if there were a ghost at ho, it should be the cousin who’d bite the dust first!
I’m Jin Li, there’s no way I’d be the first to die.
"The pen is on the desk, help yourself."
Han Xiaoyue noticed Wang Hao’s inappropriate gaze, tugged her pajamas, then retreated a few steps and climbed back into the bed, covering herself tightly with the blankets.
Yet, without any rcy, she said, "So you don’t even have a pen or paper after graduation, huh? Have you truly fallen so far as to no longer be a cultured person?"
Wang Hao tiptoed into her room, explaining, "Don’t talk about . After graduation, many people don’t have paper and pen at ho, and you’ll be the sa in the future."
"Decline is a slow and enduring process, and entropy always increases. Those who can restrain their desires and manage themselves are exceedingly rare."
"I won’t fall into decline. I’ll never do that. I’m going to study hard, improve every day, and live each day well," Han Xiaoyue muttered sothing from her bed, "After all, if I don’t take it seriously, I’ll..."
"You’ll what?"
"What would a successful person like you understand about the troubles of ordinary people?"
Suddenly, Wang Hao noticed that his cousin was actually reading a thick paperback book.
No matter how thick-skinned he was, he felt a wave of sha.
Look at her nightlife: reading at night, world-class literature!
And my nightlife: playing gas, scaring myself like a fool.
Both subjected to nine years of compulsory education, yet the gap between people can be so vast.
However, when he saw the title of the book, Wang Hao’s eyes lit up, and he imdiately felt assertive again because the na of the book was—"The Overbearing CEO Falls in Love with ."
His thick skin sprang into action imdiately.
Imitating Han Xiaoyue’s tone, he said, "For a high school girl to be reading this, you’ve really let yourself go, darling. You have college entrance exams in two months."
"Oh, I get it, you’re imagining ’The Overbearing CEO Falls in Love with ’ now that you can date openly in college, huh?"
"The youth these days."
Han Xiaoyue imdiately put away that book, hiding it under her pillow.
Her face wasn’t as thick as Wang Hao’s; her cute, round face turned red, her fingers kept fidgeting with the quilt: "I didn’t read it, it’s a classmate’s! A classmate borrowed it from the library and temporarily left it with !"
"Oh, oh, didn’t read it, it’s a classmate’s, I have a classmate, I have so many classmates. I have countless classmates." Wang Hao mocked her with an obviously disbelieving indulgent tone.
"What I an is, can’t you read sothing more mature, instead of this historical fantasy nonsense, which is out of touch with adult logic — chasing sothing for nothing, worshipping money, inexplicably splashing people with coffee, and then daydreaming about a domineering CEO falling in love with —these silly stories."
"Do you even know what a real domineering CEO is like?"
"What... have you t one?" Han Xiaoyue felt herself burning with embarrassnt.
"Of course, I’ve t them: Just a buzz, nothing to make a fuss over, the odds of winning are slim, so why worry, it’s just a rash, no need for ds next ti. That’s the life of a real domineering CEO."
"Don’t think I don’t understand the aning behind those words!" She glared at him fiercely, feeling a sense of furious frustration.
Wang Hao couldn’t help but laugh out loud with pleasure: "You’re really sothing now, even knowing all these terms."
"But that’s okay... If you’re short on cash, I can transfer so to you now, don’t learn from them, okay."
Han Xiaoyue kept silent; this guy was just too despicable.
Only the words "cheap wench" could describe him!
But like a penniless and thin-skinned person under others’ roofs and with a life full of bumps, she could not win an argunt with a "cheap wench." Rashly fighting back would only result in gratuitous insult.
She knew this all too well; only by force could she make the damned "cheap wench" run away in panic!
Unfortunately, she was currently in her pajamas, which made it inconvenient to move around—using force would only amuse the "cheap wench" even more, maybe to the point of crying out with delight.
Seeing his cousin getting annoyed, Wang Hao stopped teasing her. He was just joking, and feeling very pleased.
"Go ahead and look, there’s nothing to be ashad of. As long as you can separate reality from fantasy, it’s all good."
"Hmph!!"
He sat quietly on the chair and began organizing the clues collected from the first cycle of "Paradise":
"Grandma, mirror, neighbor, Biaozi, Biaozi’s skin, Paperman, cornbread, the previous child," as well as the "mother" that appeared in the diary last.
He listed all the clues, one by one.
These clues were jumbled, seemingly without any breakthrough at first glance, forming a dense fog that tightly concealed the truth.
Wang Hao furrowed his brows, deep in thought and ditation, parsing each clue.
The first question: was Grandma really on the side of justice?
Considering all the clues, Grandma might not be absolutely just because the neighbor claid— "Grandma wants to kill !"
And the existence of "the previous child" might... also suggest that Grandma wasn’t entirely just.
Of course, this wasn’t necessarily the case—the previous child could have been responsible for his own demise, not directly by Grandma.
"Grandma might be searching for one child after another that ets certain criteria for so special purpose. Whether that purpose is just remains unclear."
"But at least, the Rules Grandma provided are mostly accurate. If the Rules are strictly followed, surviving seven days shouldn’t be a problem."
"There’s no reason for Grandma to intentionally kill and my brother while she’s out. There’s no need for that."
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