[Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door] (105-120) Author: No Cat Under Heaven

Author: No Cat Under Heaven
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Chapter 105 The Illusory Immortal of the Past

"Xiaoyu, get up quickly, or you'll miss it!"

Cheng Xiaoyu hugged the blanket without opening her eyes, "I'm not going."

"Not going again? Constable Zhang has already written your name down once, are you sure you don't want to go?"

Cheng Xiaoyu turned over, hugged and kissed her pillow, pretending not to hear and continuing to dream.

The three girls in the room made a ruckus for more than ten minutes, getting dressed and washing their faces, before closing the door and leaving. The dormitory
returned to its sweet tranquility. Cheng Xiaoyu continued to sleep soundly under
the blanket, only getting up and yawning around 11 o'clock. She stretched and turned her neck, having had a really comfortable sleep.

The dormitory door was opened from the outside, and the other three girls in the dormitory returned from class.

Cheng Xiaoyu, wrapped in her blanket, sat on the bed and asked with a grin, "Girls, did you bring me lunch?"

Wu Fangfang held up a plastic bag in her hand. "Yes, you slept soundly, didn't you?"

The three chatted and laughed as they put their lunches into their respective bowls, turned on their computers, found chopsticks, and began to eat.
Wu Fangfang put the rice noodles she had brought for Cheng Xiaoyu into her bowl, and Cheng Xiaoyu leaned out and said, "Bring it up for me, thank you,
Fangfang." Their dormitory room was a four-person room with a computer desk below and a bed above.

Wu Fangfang held up the rice bowl, and Cheng Xiaoyu took it, blew on it to cool it down, and took a sip of soup. "Minced meat rice noodles,
I love you,"

Yang Xu said. "Officer Zhang loves you too. He specifically asked in class today who Cheng Xiaoyu is, and she hasn't come twice
in a row . She's got some nerve."

Cheng Xiaoyu almost spat out her soup, but she swallowed it back down as she looked at the bed sheet in front of her.
If the bed sheet got dirty, she would have to wash it herself. She couldn't spit it out. Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes turned red, and she clutched her chest, taking several
deep breaths. The three girls couldn't help but laugh when they saw her like that. Cheng Xiaoyu then realized what was going on and
cried out, "Yang Xu, you lied to me!"

Yang Xu chuckled.

Cheng Xiaoyu laughed, "I knew it! With my good character, how could I possibly be chosen twice in a row?"

After finishing her meal, Cheng Xiaoyu leisurely got out of bed to wash her face, brush her teeth, and turn on her computer. Wu Fangfang and Shang Caijie
were taking a nap. Cheng Xiaoyu put on her headset and clicked the desktop icon for "Fantasy Immortal" to enter the game. "Fantasy Immortal" was an
online game that had only started its closed beta test last month. Cheng Xiaoyu had played three or four online games since starting university, and she felt that "Fantasy Immortal"
was the best among them in every aspect, making it incredibly addictive. She had played until after 3 a.m. last
night , so it wasn't that she couldn't get up this morning
. Besides, it was a domestically produced online game, and it was so well-made—it was truly amazing.

In the game, Cheng Xiaoyu was a female doctor in flowing white clothes, named "Beautiful Girl Little Rabbit." Luckily
, she registered early enough that such a good name hadn't been taken by anyone else. Although Cheng Xiaoyu registered early,
her game skills were really poor. Many people who joined at the same time as her were already level 40 or 50, while she was still only in her 20s.
Cheng Xiaoyu was quite self-aware, which is why she chose the doctor class, the least likely to die,
and enjoyed exploring the game every day.

Of course, Cheng Xiaoyu also did some quests to level up. Today, she accepted a level 24 story
quest , "Aunt Li's Token." The items required weren't difficult, but they were all quite troublesome. Cheng Xiaoyu had traveled a long way
and was still missing a "Bear's Tear." The quest description said that Bear's Tear could
be obtained .

The Tianshan Black Bear is a monster around level 50. Its advantages are that it doesn't attack unless provoked and has a short attack range; if you
run a little further away, it won't chase you anymore, and the bear is very cute. The disadvantage is that it's very difficult to fight; one slap from the bear
can take away 60% of Cheng Xiaoyu's health. Cheng Xiaoyu, startled by the sudden attack, turned and ran.
After a while, realizing no one was chasing her, she stopped and used magic to fully heal herself. Then, she cautiously
returned. The bear had forgotten its earlier aggression and was leisurely strolling on the snow.

Cheng Xiaoyu checked the bear's health bar; it was only slightly lower, perhaps around 10
% . She cast a protective shield on herself and unleashed another barrage of silver needles. The bear roared and
pounced, taking away another 60% of Cheng Xiaoyu's health. This went on for several rounds, until Cheng Xiaoyu
ran out of mana and health potions. She ran up the mountain, where many monsters blocked her path. She had already used up
a lot of potions for defense. Now the bear had about 30% health left, but Cheng Xiaoyu was completely out of supplies.

Gritting her teeth, Cheng Xiaoyu decided to take a gamble. She cast another protective shield on herself and bravely charged at the bear again. Oh no,
it still didn't work. The bear, with only 20% health left, became even more enraged. Cheng Xiaoyu had just used magic to
heal herself when the bear slapped her again, leaving her with only a thin layer of health. Cheng Xiaoyu turned and ran, and
the bear gave chase. Just as its snow-white teeth were about to bite Cheng Xiaoyu, and that one bite
would surely kill the beautiful girl, quick as lightning, a flaming talisman struck the little black bear squarely
on the back of the head. The little black bear howled, rolled its eyes, and collapsed limply to the ground, but nothing exploded.

Cheng Xiaoyu, still shaken, looked up at the person who had saved her life. It was a male
sorcerer . He was handsome, needless to say—which character in a game isn't? His robe, embroidered with subtle patterns
, shimmered with a faint silver light, perfectly matching the glow of the dragon-shaped longsword in his hand. It was clearly an
extraordinary piece of equipment; how to describe it? Understated yet magnificent. Behind him followed a golden
unicorn, only half a head shorter than her, wagging its tail and breathing fire—extremely cool.

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly typed on the keyboard, "Thank you ^_^." Although the little bear wouldn't drop her quest items if someone else killed it
, at least he had saved her life.

The sorcerer, named "Netherworld Saint," glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu, then turned to fight another
small black bear . He came here to complete the level 55 hidden skill quest, aiming to obtain the "Bear
's True Heart" from the Tianshan Black Bear. The drop rate from the Tianshan Black Bear is very low, but his armor has a luck bonus, making it slightly easier.

Cheng Xiaoyu watched for a while before realizing that this "Netherworld Saint" was probably there to farm quest items.
He only attacked the Tianshan Black Bear, ignoring all other monsters. So, his actions could be described as a hero
rescuing a damsel in distress, but from another perspective, it could also be seen as stealing monsters. Cheng Xiaoyu pouted unhappily and found another monster...
The little black bear started fighting, attacking once, dodging, resting, attacking again, dodging again, and resting again. Because Cheng Xiaoyu
had run out of red and blue potions, she could only sit on the ground and wait for her health and mana bars to slowly regenerate automatically.
But it was too slow; as she healed, the little bear healed too. She slowly attacked five or six times,
but remained around 80%.

The Netherworld Saint, while farming his quest items, idly watched the level 20+ female healer
fight monsters. This girl was hilarious; it was hard to tell if she was fighting or putting on a show. She was
being chased , and when the bear stopped chasing her, she would come back and sit cross-legged next to it. She was probably doing the level 24 story
quest, but most people would team up with friends for this quest or wait until they were
a . He had never seen someone fighting alone without any potions or mana; she was really stubborn.

The existing Tian Shan black bears on the map had all been sent to their doom by the Netherworld Saint, and no new ones had spawned yet
. Suddenly, the Netherworld Saint took
a step towards the black bear cub playing happily in the snow next to Cheng Xiaoyu. Cheng Xiaoyu nervously stood up and moved closer to the bear.

The long, slender, fair fingers controlling the "Netherworld Saint" tapped lightly twice on the mousepad,
a smile of interest playing on their lips. The Netherworld Saint took two more steps towards the bear, and Cheng Xiaoyu took another step back,
standing warily close to the bear. The unforgiving black bear, unaware of why the female doctor was blocking its way,
nuzzled its nose and changed direction, continuing to roll around in the snow.

Cheng Xiaoyu typed furiously on the keyboard: "Hey! Humorous Saint, this little black bear is mine."

"I'm not called Humorous Saint," replied the mischievous

Little Rabbit. She quickly threw a handful of silver needles at the bear to declare her ownership, only to be
chased around the area by the bear. Just then, a new bear spawned, and the Ghostly Saint went to fight other bears.
This time, he was lucky; after defeating three, he obtained a Bear's True Heart. The Ghostly Saint put the Bear's True Heart into his inventory
, and Cheng Xiaoyu escaped the bear's pursuit, sitting on the ground to heal.

The Ghostly Saint walked over to Cheng Xiaoyu and stood with his arms crossed.

Cheng Xiaoyu typed irritably on the keyboard, "Didn't you already get the item you wanted? What are you
still doing here?"

The user replied, "Just waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

Cheng Xiaoyu was angry and wanted to type out some harsh words, but after a moment's thought, she couldn't
come up with anything. Finally, she just typed, "I don't know you!"

The man on the other end of the computer laughed again. This little girl, with her poor skills and inability to swear, made him even more
eager to bully her. Heh. "Your little black bear is back to full health," said Cheng

Xiaoyu, biting her lip in front of the screen. She controlled the beautiful girl, Little Rabbit, to stand up from the ground, create a protective shield
, and then slapped Cheng Xiaoyu with its claws. Cheng Xiaoyu ran a few steps, used
magic to heal herself, and then stood still and flung another handful of silver needles. The little black bear scratched Cheng Xiaoyu again. Cheng Xiaoyu knew that
she couldn't fight back much longer before the
little black bear sent her back to the underworld. But oh well, she was probably going to die anyway running down the mountain with no mana or health. It was better to let the little black bear kill her and then return to the safe zone.

The little black bear bared its teeth, wanting to bite Cheng Xiaoyu one last time, when suddenly the Netherworld Saint threw a flying
talisman . The little black bear howled and changed its target. Cheng Xiaoyu watched resentfully as the little black bear's health
bar dwindled by a third. What did this mean? She couldn't even commit suicide; this was something else entirely.

When the Netherworld Saint had reduced the bear to only 10% health, he stopped and said, "You hit it once."

Cheng Xiaoyu was stunned. Let her hit it? So this humorous Saint was a good person after all. Cheng Xiaoyu quickly ran over and scattered
some silver needles. The little black bear let out a howl… but somehow managed to retain only 1% health. It turned around and gave
Cheng Xiaoyu a fierce bear hug, and Cheng Xiaoyu instantly died.

The world before Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes turned gray, and her tiny soul emerged from her body, pitifully
dangling in mid-air. Two options appeared on the interface: Resurrect in Luoxia Village (Cost: 0 Copper); Resurrect on the spot
(Cost: 5 Silver 30 Copper).

The little bear scratched its head and went back to playing happily.

The Underworld Saint: "Are you an idiot?! Couldn't you put on a protective shield? Couldn't you heal first? Couldn't you stand
a little further away before casting the needles?!"

The beautiful little rabbit: "..."

Cheng Xiaoyu was so anxious because she saw the Underworld Saint standing there motionless taking a beating from the little bear that she rushed
up without putting on a protective shield or healing. Of course, she knew that it was safer to cast the needles from a distance, but the problem was that it
was quite difficult to judge how far away to be. If you were too far away, the needles would sometimes miss.

"Hurry up and revive!" said the Ghost Saint.

"Okay, bye-bye!"

"Bye-bye what? I told you to revive on the spot!"

"Reviving on the spot is expensive!"

"Damn it! I don't have time to wait for you to run all the way from Luoxia Village to revive on the spot."

"...Why waste money on meaningless things? 5 silver and 30 copper can buy so many things."

The Ghost Saint made a helpless expression. "You revive first, then I'll give you the revival fee."

"...But I only have 4 silver in all my possessions." She originally had 15 silver yesterday, but she just changed
her equipment, so she's relatively poor.

The Ghost Saint was speechless. "Little Rabbit, you're such a weirdo in the world of stupidity, I'll remember you."
A "ding" sounded on Cheng Xiaoyu's interface. She opened an email; it was
a blank letter from the Ghost Saint. Although the letter contained nothing, Cheng Xiaoyu
clearly saw the 100 silver coins that were mailed with it. Her eyes immediately lit up with "$". 100 silver coins! That much money could buy so many
red and blue potions!

Cheng Xiaoyu clicked to collect, and with a pleasant clatter, the 100 silver coins were hers.

The Netherworld Saint said, "Did you get the money? Hurry up and revive."

Cheng Xiaoyu gave a fawning "Oh," and immediately chose to revive on the spot.

The Netherworld Saint traded a set of red and blue potions to Cheng Xiaoyu, instructing, "Activate the protective shield. If you
don't kill it in one hit, immediately drink a red potion, then throw some needles. Don't bother dodging; you can't dodge anyway, it's pointless."
The Netherworld Saint walked over and lightly struck the little black bear whose health had recovered to 30%, then said,
"You go."

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly activated the protective shield and threw out a handful of silver needles. The black bear, as tenacious as a cockroach, finally...
It groaned and collapsed to the ground. Although it didn't drop Bear Tears, it did drop a small bottle of red medicine and a piece of
clothing of unknown profession. Cheng Xiaoyu happily went over and picked up the small bottle of red medicine, then tried to pick up the clothing,
but the screen displayed "Your inventory is full." Cheng Xiaoyu opened her inventory and threw out a piece of rabbit meat, but still couldn't pick it
up . She threw out a piece of beef, but the weight limit was still too low; the clothing was too heavy. Should she
throw away the boots she'd gotten earlier?

"Netherworld Saint," he said, "follow me to get the next one. Don't pick up trash."

Cheng Xiaoyu ignored him. What trash? It could sell for at least seventy or eighty copper coins. Cheng Xiaoyu finally threw away the boots and picked up
the clothing. Checking its stats, she saw it was a level 50 male assassin's outfit. Haha, she'd made a profit.

Cheng Xiaoyu slung her bag over her shoulder and followed the Netherworld Saint forward with a bouncy gait. The Netherworld Saint tossed a fire talisman,
which hit a small bear, then commanded his fire-breathing Qilin to slash three or four times before letting Cheng Xiaoyu deliver
the final blow. The two worked together for a while, gradually developing a tacit understanding, and their bear-killing speed increased rapidly.
When they reached the seventeenth bear, they finally obtained the quest item, Bear's Tears.

The Netherworld Saint exclaimed, "Finally!" He then saw Cheng Xiaoyu circling around the previously dropped clothes
and accessories , throwing out a blue potion, picking up a sword, then throwing the sword again,
picking up another piece of clothing, jumping around like a squirrel.

The Netherworld Saint sighed, "Don't bother picking them up, they're all trash."

The pretty girl bunny chimed in, "^_^ Do you have any space in your bag? Could you help me carry some?"

The Netherworld Saint replied, "Didn't I give you a hundred silver coins? How can you still be so stingy?"

The pretty girl bunny said dismissively, "How can you rich people stand out without us stingy ones?
Don't worry about me, I just love picking up trash."

The Netherworld Saint said, "...Then take your time picking them up, I'm leaving."

The pretty girl bunny sent a smiley face, "Thank you! I'll never refuse to help you if you ever need anything in the future
."

The pretty girl bunny requested to add the Netherworld Saint as a friend, which he accepted. Then, he put away his Qilin
baby flew away quickly on his silver dragon-patterned sword. In this game, after reaching level 30, you can choose to ascend to immortality or become a demon.
Cheng Xiaoyu watched the Netherworld Saint disappear into the distance as a small dot, deciding that she too should choose to ascend to
immortality. Her robes fluttered as she flew on her sword—how beautiful!

Chapter 106 You Are My Heaven and My Hell

Yan Yu spent the entire day at the hospital, his eyes never closing. Cheng Xiaoyu, however, remained unconscious. She
had received a blood transfusion, her wrists were wrapped in thick gauze, and she lay on the bed wearing an oxygen mask. The doctor would occasionally check
the gauges or open her eyes to look at her.

Yan Yu asked the doctor, "Why isn't she awake yet? Wasn't she saved?"

The female doctor replied, "The patient lost too much blood, and it also depends on her will to live." She looked at Yan Yu
and added, "You can talk to her, say some encouraging words."

Yan Yu sat down beside Cheng Xiaoyu's bed. Looking at her pale face, devoid of any color, his nose stung with tears.
He said, "Cheng Xiaoyu, get up." Cheng Xiaoyu didn't respond. Yan Yu continued, "Do you think dying
will solve everything? You're so selfish, only thinking of yourself." As Yan Yu spoke, his voice choked with emotion
. He was so afraid she would die like this. What would he do if she died?

The female doctor looked down at the data on the equipment, but her ears were involuntarily listening to Yan Yu's words. Yesterday morning,
when she came out of the operating room, she saw this man sitting on a bench crying. From her internship until now, Fang Fei had worked in the hospital for
several years, and apart from the death of a loved one, she had never seen anyone cry so heartbrokenly. If she had known this would happen
, why didn't she treat him better? She only realized her mistake after driving the girl to the brink of suicide.

Yan Yu, standing beside Cheng Xiaoyu, spoke a few words intermittently, his anxiety and panic growing. Moreover, the female
doctor was secretly observing him, which annoyed Yan Yu. He felt this female doctor was quite unprofessional, so
young, and questioned her medical skills. What if she delayed Cheng Xiaoyu's treatment? Thinking of this, Yan Yu stood up, turned around, and went to find
the head of surgery to ask for a change of attending physician.

Fang Fei was naturally unwilling and rushed to Yan Yu, looking at him and saying, "Why should I be replaced? Have I done anything wrong in handling
the patient 's condition?"

Yan Yu didn't even look at her and said to the head of surgery, "Director Zhang, please find me a more experienced senior
doctor in the hospital. I'll thank you naturally if my girlfriend is alright."

Director Zhang smiled somewhat awkwardly, put his arm around Yan Yu's, and walked to the door, saying, "Mr. Yan, don't let
Dr. Fang's youth fool you; she's a graduate of Oxford Medical School."

Yan Yu hadn't expected Dr. Fang to be his alumnus, but at this moment, he didn't care about such things. He said...
"What does it matter what school she's from? How many major surgeries has she had?"

Director Zhang said. "Our Xiao Fang is really good at surgery. Besides, this kind of surgery is mainly for emergency treatment. Even if I
changed your attending physician now, it wouldn't make much difference. And, Mr. Yan," Director Zhang said softly, "Fang
Fei's father works for the Health Department. Aren't you putting me in a difficult position..."

Yan Yu interrupted, "Director Zhang, don't say that. If my girlfriend doesn't wake up, can that woman take responsibility
? If you can't make a decision, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll go directly to the hospital director. Xiao Yu can't afford to waste time." Fang Fei pushed open the door and said, "Fine, I'll go with you to see the director! I don't believe

you can find a medical genius even if you're capable."
"He could have stitched one more or one less stitch than me! If you wanted the patient to wake up sooner, why didn't you
bring ? Why didn't you tell her not to cut her wrists? I despise men like you the most! Who knows what you did to drive
your girlfriend to suicide? What kind of skill is it to act so arrogantly towards me now!"

Yan Yu glared at the beautiful female doctor with a frighteningly gloomy face. The female doctor also glared back fearlessly at Yan Yu.
Director Zhang quickly stepped in between them, saying, "Dr. Fang, how can you speak to a patient's family like that? Please go inside first."

Just as they were at an impasse, a nurse ran over and said, "Dr. Fang, the patient has woken up."

Yan Yu was stunned for a moment, then turned around with a look of wild joy and ran towards the ward. Fang Fei and Director Zhang quickly followed.

Cheng Xiaoyu woke up. All around her was a quiet, pure white. She heard her own breathing heavy and slow,
as if she were breathing inside a thick hood. In a daze, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know if she was alive or dead. It was as if she had been in
a very long dream, and when she woke up, she had almost forgotten who she was.

Fang Fei ran over, checked the numbers on the instruments, and then removed the oxygen mask from Cheng Xiaoyu's face
. She asked softly, "Can you speak? How are you feeling?"

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't speak. She saw Yan Yu standing at the door. Yan Yu's hair was disheveled, his eyes were
bloodshot, and there was stubble on his cheeks. He didn't look like him at all. Cheng Xiaoyu closed her eyes,
and tears silently slid down her cheeks. She wasn't dead; her suffering wasn't over yet.

In the afternoon, Yan's mother received the news and came to the hospital. She was shocked when she saw Yan Yu and grabbed his hand, saying,
"My son, what happened to you!" From childhood to adulthood, even when he was sick, Yan Yu had never
looked so haggard.

Yan Yu pulled his hand away and called out, "Mom."

Yan's mother looked at Cheng Xiaoyu lying on the bed with an IV drip, her face as white as wax paper, and
said with suspicion, "Son, what happened? Your house is a mess..."

Yan Yu said, "Mom, let's go outside and talk."

Yan's mother followed Yan Yu outside, but Yan Yu refused to say anything, only telling her to go back.

"Why did Xiaoyu cut her wrists? What happened between you and her?
What will people think if they find out about this?"

Yan Yu sighed. "Mom, Xiaoyu is still in the ICU. You can ask her later, I
'm exhausted."

His mother felt sorry for her son and could only say, "Okay, okay, I won't ask. Let's call the nanny to come and
take care of her. You should come home with me and rest for a bit; look how bad you look."

"I'm not leaving," Yan Yu said, frowning. "Don't worry about me, and don't call anyone over."

Yan Yu finally managed to persuade his mother to leave, but as he walked to the ward door, he saw Chu Chen through the glass. He was sitting by
Cheng Xiaoyu's bedside, gently holding her hand wrapped in white bandages. Cheng Xiaoyu lay on the bed looking at him, and the two
remained silent. Seeing the two of them together, Yan Yu felt
a sharp . Without a word, he pushed open the door, grabbed Chu Chen by the collar, and was about to hit him when Chu Chen stood up and pushed him away forcefully.
Cheng Xiaoyu hurriedly tried to sit up in bed, forgetting her injury, and used her hands to prop herself up. She immediately
cried out in pain and fell back onto the bed.

Yan Yu and Chu Chen called out to Xiaoyu at the same time and came to the bedside. Cheng Xiaoyu clutched her wrist, her eyes red, and looked at Yan Yu.
"Can you please stop? I'll just say a few words and he'll leave."

Yan Yu was silent for a few seconds, then snorted coldly, "Fine, I'll see what you have to say!" He turned and
sat on the sofa a little further away, staring at the two of them with a gloomy gaze.

Neither Cheng Xiaoyu nor Chu Chen spoke, but even a blind man could sense the deep bond between them.
Only now did Yan Yu realize how ridiculous his role in this charade had been. All that pride and disdain for
everyone had amounted to nothing; in the end, he was the one being played!

After a long pause, Chu Chen looked at Cheng Xiaoyu and spoke with difficulty, "What do you want me to do?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's voice was weak and ethereal, tears streaming down her face. She said, "Go away. Don't ever appear in my life again
."

Chu Chen lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly as a tear slid down his cheek. "What if I don't leave?
Xiaoyu, would you rather die than stay with me?"

Cheng Xiaoyu cried. "Don't force me anymore, I can't take it anymore,"

Chu Chen said. "What if he treats you badly?"

Cheng Xiaoyu wiped away her tears... Tears welled up . "That's my problem, Chu Chen. Don't you understand? Only you can destroy
me. Even if we go to the ends of the earth, we can't have a good ending. You know that, so why did you come looking for me?" Chu Chen smiled listlessly. "You also know I don't care about any good ending. Xiaoyu, since you said it, I'll leave." Cheng Xiaoyu looked at Chu Chen, her heart filled with grievance and sorrow, as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest . She turned over, covered herself with the blanket, and sobbed uncontrollably on the pillow. Chu Chen approached the bed and pushed Cheng Xiaoyu, but she pulled the blanket tighter, crying and shouting, "Go away, go away!" How could Chu Chen move his legs? He called Cheng Xiaoyu's name and only pushed her shoulder. Cheng Xiaoyu continued to cry under the blanket, sobbing uncontrollably, her heart breaking. Yan Yu's lips curled into a malicious smile. "Can't bear to leave? If you can't bear to part, then do n't you sleep together a few more times?" Chu Chen, being a man, knew that the more reluctant he appeared, the more Yan Yu would resent Cheng Xiaoyu . He hardened his heart, refusing to look at Cheng Xiaoyu curled up on the bed crying, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave. Yan Yu leaned back on the sofa, arms outstretched, watching Chu Chen walk past him. "Let me tell you," he said, " we're not done yet." Chu Chen said nothing, closed the door, and left. Cheng Xiaoyu was still curled up in bed, sobbing incessantly. Yan Yu, annoyed, went over and yanked the covers off. "Have you fucking had enough crying yet?" Cheng Xiaoyu glared at Yan Yu, her eyes red. "Get out! Get the hell away from me!" Yan Yu slammed the door shut and left, his face ashen. Cheng Xiaoyu pulled the IV needle from the back of her right hand and threw it on the floor, then rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, bursting into tears. Chapter 107: The Past - Little White Rabbit Sister Cheng Xiaoyu finally reached level 30. She excitedly ran to the bookstore and bought a copy of "The Art of Flying." Luckily, she was now rich; otherwise, a copy of "The Art of Flying" would cost 20 silver, and she would have hesitated for a long time. Cheng Xiaoyu learned the Art of Flying , then, holding her sword, she made a hand seal and leaped into the sky. Cheng Xiaoyu stared wide-eyed at the computer screen. Large, fluffy white clouds, like cotton candy, and ethereal mist filled the air. A beautiful girl named Little Rabbit stood atop these clouds, her long black hair and pure white dress swaying gently in the breeze— it was truly picturesque! Cheng Xiaoyu happily controlled Little Rabbit, making her spin among the clouds. The game 's graphics were amazing; she wondered what it would be like if she chose to become a demon. Cheng Xiaoyu squatted on a stool, looking at her reflection on the screen and giggling, "I look like a fairy!" Little Rabbit, dressed in flowing was completely absorbed in the beautiful celestial realm. Suddenly, a giant bird, taller than a person, approached, swaying and spreading its colorful wings. Little Rabbit exclaimed, "What a beautiful bird!" Then, she was swatted to death by the bird's wing. Cheng Xiaoyu stared at the gray screen, feeling utterly resentful. How could that bird do this? What had she done to deserve this?! The large bird had killed the beautiful little rabbit, then flapped its wings contentedly and wobbled away. Cheng Xiaoyu cursed the bird's immediate family, pouting as she prepared to respawn in the safe zone, when suddenly she saw...

A male sorcerer dressed in flamboyant golden armor walked over. The golden unicorn behind him, wagging its tail
, looked familiar to Cheng Xiaoyu, except it seemed to have grown taller since the last time she saw it. A Netherworld Saint, dressed in new clothes,
walked over, circled the corpse of the beautiful girl, Little Rabbit, twice, then put his hands on his hips and made a face as if laughing heartily.

The soul of the beautiful bunny floated in mid-air and said resentfully, "What's so funny..."

The Netherworld Saint said in a good mood, "Little bunny, we meet again."

The beautiful bunny said, "Please call me beautiful girl."

The Netherworld Saint said, "Who killed you? I'll avenge you." The beautiful bunny said, "A fat bird with its feathers dyed in all sorts of colors, I don't know who designed

such a tasteless image ." The Netherworld Saint said, "..." The beautiful bunny said, "What level are you?" The Netherworld Saint said, "Level 64." "Wow, you leveled up so fast!" Because the beautiful bunny and the Netherworld Saint had already added each other as friends , they could see each other when they logged on. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't see the Netherworld Saint online very often, but in less than two weeks he had leveled up to over sixty and even changed into a set of clothes that looked very expensive. Amazing. "It's alright, not particularly fast. The bird that attacked you earlier is called 'Strange Uncle,' level 60. It has a certain chance of attacking female players with lower levels. But it doesn't spawn very often, so you're lucky to have encountered it." Pretty Bunny, "t_t, lucky? I think the person who designed this game is probably a pervert." Netherworld Saint, "..." Pretty Bunny, "Netherworld, I'm going back to the safe zone. Heaven is too dangerous. I'll cultivate in the mortal realm for a month or two before coming back up." Netherworld Saint, "The essence of this game is in Heaven. I happen to have nothing to do, so I'll show you around." "Really? ↖(^ ω^ )↗" Pretty Bunny said, "That's great! Wait for me, I'll be right back from the safe zone." Netherworld Saint, "Resurrect on the spot!" "No," Pretty Bunny refused, "I'm level 30 now, resurrecting on the spot costs 6 silver 3..." "0 copper coins, like robbery." Before the Underworld Saint could speak, the beautiful girl, Little Rabbit, interrupted, "I know you gave me 100 silver coins, but why waste 100 silver coins? I'm going back to the safe zone now, and then I'll run over as fast as I can. Wait for me, wait for me!" With that, Little Rabbit's corpse vanished in a flash. The Underworld Saint had no choice but to wait. This girl certainly knows how to manage money, so frugal… A private message popped up in the Underworld Saint's chat window. The Wanderer in the Wind: "Boss, everyone's here today, let's go raid the Snow Mountain boss together." The Netherworld Saint replied: "You guys go ahead, I have something to do today." The beautiful girl, Little Rabbit, resurrected in Sunset Village and rushed back to Heaven. The Netherworld Saint was still waiting at the same spot. Seeing her arrive, he clicked on the Fire Qilin to make it lie down and mounted it. "Little Rabbit, you get on too." The beautiful girl, Little Rabbit, walked to the Fire Qilin's side. "Shall we ride together?" The Netherworld Saint replied, "Of course, you'd probably die more than a hundred times walking like that." "But..." The pretty bunny swayed shyly, "But men and women shouldn't touch each other." The Underworld Saint was speechless. "Beautiful lady, this is a game. I'm not afraid you're a transvestite, what are you afraid of?" The pretty bunny said, "How could I be a transvestite..." The Underworld Saint nodded. "I also think it's unlikely you're a transvestite. If a boy's skills are this bad, he probably wouldn't be ashamed to play online games." The pretty bunny was speechless . The Underworld Saint said, "Come on up, silly girl." The pretty bunny hesitated a few more times, but finally clicked on the Fire Kirin and sat on it. After she sat down, the Underworld Saint activated the Fire Kirin's transformation skill. The Fire Kirin made two loud noises and then spat out a round fireball. Then its body began to expand exponentially. The 3D effects in *Fantasy Immortal* are incredibly detailed. Sitting in front of her computer, Cheng Xiaoyu watched in astonishment as the scenery rapidly shrank and lowered through the perspective of the beautiful girl, Xiaotu . A cool, three-times-enlarged version of the Fire Kirin strode forward, the clouds swaying with every step. The view from this angle was completely different from the ground; the players in the supply area ahead looked like tiny toy figures—it was quite amusing. In the current chat, Cheng Xiaoyu saw someone named Ultraman say, "Damn! There's a giant Fire Kirin? I've never seen one before!" Fanxing'er exclaimed, "So cool!" Zhu Shi Nian Dao added, "That's our M.D. leader, how could he not be cool?" A faint smile appeared. "Who's that woman?" Zhu Shi Nian Dao replied, "I don't know." ... Cheng Xiaoyu stared blankly at the dozen or so messages that flooded the current channel in an instant. Before she could finish reading them, the Fire Kirin had already strode out of the small supply area and headed towards the more monster-filled, cloudier wilderness. "Little silly girl, is it fun?" Cheng Xiaoyu didn't reply, but stared at the previous messages, studying them, and then asked, "What is m.d?" " m.d is the name of my guild." "What does m.d mean?" "Guess." Cheng Xiaoyu thought for a moment, "...'Damn it'?" "..." Pretty Bunny chuckled twice, "I guess I'm wrong too, so what does it mean?" " This is our guild's secret. If you want to know, you have to join." Pretty Bunny, "-_-!" As the two were chatting, a line of eye-catching yellow text appeared in Cheng Xiaoyu's world chat channel. Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng: "Breaking news! M.d's leader, the Netherworld Saint, whose mount, the Divine Fire Qilin, which never carries anyone, is carrying someone today! He brought a female doctor named 'Pretty Bunny' through Nanliang Town, and the two rode together!" This message caused an uproar in the world chat channel. Runaway Sweetheart: "Who's Bishoujo Osamu? Never even heard of her!" Wanderer in the Wind: "Damn it, boss, you left us here to be gang-raped by wolves, so you went to pick up girls ?!" V5 Bro: "Yeah, boss, you're so mean!!!!!!!!!" Dancing Alone: "Heh, Underworld Saint Seiya..."

Cheng Xiaoyu was dumbfounded and quickly asked Youming Saint in the current channel, "What's going on? How come everyone
knows you?"

Youming Saint replied nonchalantly, "Our guild is somewhat famous."

Pretty Rabbit said, "But look at what they're saying, it's getting more and more outrageous!"

Youming Saint then checked the world channel, but didn't find anything particularly outrageous, and said, "Why do you care what
they say? If you don't want to watch, just mute the world channel."

Pretty Rabbit said, "No way, you'll ruin my reputation!"

Youming Saint laughed, "It's just a reputation, I..." "I didn't ruin your reputation."

Little Rabbit, "o(﹏)o..., you better explain yourself in the world channel, I don't want
this kind of fame."

Netherworld Saint, "What did I say?"

Little Yu, "I don't care what you say, just say it quickly!"

Chu Chen's slender fingers paused on the keyboard for a few seconds, then typed
a sentence sent it, "Little Rabbit is my sister, everyone don't talk nonsense."

Chapter 108 Going Home

Although Cheng Xiaoyu was in a bad mood, she was young after all, and her body recovered quickly. Yan Yu didn't mention
changing the attending physician again, but his relationship with Dr. Fang was completely broken. Fang Fei's
tone was so cold when she told him about the precautions for taking care of the patient. To be fair, Fang Fei was still very responsible towards the patients. After
Cheng Xiaoyu woke up, Yan Yu noticed that this Dr. Fang looked quite familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered
that he had seen Fang Fei with other doctors when he came to the hospital for rounds once when he had a cold and came to get an IV drip. At the time, Cheng Xiaoyu
had said he couldn't take his eyes off any pretty girl, so Yan Yu explained that the female doctor looked a bit like her, which was why he
had glanced at her a few more times. Thinking back to that time and then looking at Cheng Xiaoyu now, sitting on the hospital bed, her face almost translucent, Yan
Yu felt a mix of pain and resentment.

His mother had asked him several times what had happened, but Yan Yu only vaguely said that he and Cheng Xiaoyu
had argued . His mother, of course, didn't believe him. Could an argument really lead to suicide? Suicide was no joke. That day, his father
called and told him to come home. While he dared to refuse his mother's request, he dared not disobey his father's,
so had no choice but to go home.

When he arrived, he saw his parents sitting on the sofa, ready for a trial. Yan Yu inwardly groaned and
had no choice but to sit on the opposite sofa.

Mr. Yan spoke first, "How is Cheng Xiaoyu now?"

Yan Yu replied, "Much better, but her blood indicators are still a bit low, and she needs IV drips every day."

Mr. Yan nodded, "Tell me the reason why this happened."

Yan Yu sighed, "Dad, Mom, please don't ask. It was my fault for handling it poorly. I promise it won't
happen again."

Mr. Yan's face hardened, "Do you think I'm senile? I'm asking you, who is Chu Chen?"

Yan Yu didn't answer. His father had already investigated. How much had he found out?

Mr. Yan said, "That Chu Chen is from Qingcheng. Cheng Xiaoyu went to university in Qingcheng. I didn't ask anyone to investigate
further in Qingcheng. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Yan Yu, I hope you can tell me what really happened yourself."

Yan Yu was very glad that
Mr. , he didn't know why he always unconsciously wanted to protect Cheng Xiaoyu in front of outsiders. Maybe it was just like
Mr. Yan said, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Yan Yu said, "Chu Chen is Xiao Yu's ex-boyfriend. He came to Rongcheng this time
hoping to get back together with Xiao Yu. When I found out, I got into a fight with him."

Yan's mother said, "How did the fight end up at your house? Didn't you go to Shanghai to sign a contract that day?
Why you buy a midnight flight back? Did you find out something and rush back?"

Yan Yu frowned, "Mom, the person I was discussing business with had an emergency, and the meeting was canceled, so I went back."

Yan's mother said, "That flight arrived in Rongcheng at almost 11 p.m., and you got home at midnight and still managed to
get into a fight with that Chu Chen! Midnight! What was he doing alone with Cheng Xiao Yu at your house so late!"

Yan Yu's face was very ugly, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Mom, it's not what you think."

Yan's mother stood up from the sofa in anger and poked Yan Yu's forehead hard with her finger, "How could I have given birth to
such a spineless thing like you!"

Yan Yu didn't say anything.

"That bitch slept with her ex behind your back, didn't she? She committed suicide
because she was too ashamed to face didn't she? Son, are you stupid! That woman cheated on you, and you still covered for her!"

Yan Yu said with a livid face, "No! Can you please stop talking!"

Yan's mother was so angry that she hissed, "You're just blinded by that little vixen! If you don't tell me, I'll investigate myself.
I don't believe I can't find out. Humph, she's bullying my Yan family. Do you think I've lived this long for nothing? I
want to see just how much that little vixen is worth!"

Yan Yu stood up and said, "What else do you want to investigate! That's my business, it's none of your concern!"

Yan's mother reached out and slapped Yan Yu, "You're protecting her! If you keep protecting her, get out of here!
If that little vixen is innocent, why would you be afraid of me investigating her?!"

Yan Yu was slapped by Yan's mother and took a step back, speechless with anger.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan stood up and pulled Mrs. Yan back, saying, "Look at you, why are you so angry?" He then looked at
Yan Yu and said, "I don't want to know any more about your messy affairs, Yan Yu. Let me be clear, this kind of woman can't
come into our family. Once she's discharged from the hospital, you'd better clear your name. I've said it, and it's settled. If you still care about
us two old folks, don't say anything else."

Mrs. Yan sat on the sofa and cried, "None of them give me any peace of mind. How could I have given birth to such two children
..."

Yan Yu didn't say anything, picked up the car keys he had placed on the coffee table, and turned to leave.

When Yan Yu returned to the hospital, Cheng Xiaoyu was talking to Fang Fei. Fang Fei glanced at Yan Yu coldly when she saw him come in
, said a few words to Cheng Xiaoyu, and then left.

The weather was nice today, and the bright sunlight shone in through the window, adding
a bit of life to Cheng Xiaoyu's pale face. Cheng Xiaoyu ran her right hand through her hair, looked at Yan Yu, and said, "You're back."

Yan Yu didn't say anything, leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and rubbed his face.

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I just asked Dr. Fang, and she said I should be able to be discharged in a little over a week."

Yan Yu still didn't say anything.

Cheng Xiaoyu added, "After I'm discharged, I'll go to your house to pack my things and then leave. I won't bother you any more."

Yan Yu finally lowered his hand and looked at her. "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"You told me before that your ex-boyfriend and you were childhood sweethearts, and that your parents had a good relationship.
You came to Rongcheng alone because he had another woman. Cheng Xiaoyu, you lied to me. You lied without even blinking
or blushing. I always underestimated you. Now, shouldn't you
tell me the whole story?"

Cheng Xiaoyu was silent for a moment, then recounted her story with Chu Chen from beginning to end. She tried to
be brief , avoiding the sweet or bitter details, but even after telling it
, she felt terrible. Sometimes you really can't blame anyone; it's just fate playing tricks on you.

After Cheng Xiaoyu finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment, so quiet that you could hear their breathing. After a while, Yan Yu
finally spoke, "So you left not because you felt it was wrong to be with your own brother, but because you made
a solemn vow that you had to leave."

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't speak.

Yan Yu chuckled self-deprecatingly, "So you were just with me to satisfy your
needs , but it seems the effect wasn't very good. The moment Chu Chen appeared, you two were already in bed together."

Cheng Xiaoyu turned her face away indifferently, "Things are already like this, why are you still saying all this?"

Yan Yu didn't say anything more, got up, closed the door, and left.

On the day Cheng Xiaoyu was discharged from the hospital, Yan Yu thanked Fang Fei, but Fang Fei ignored him, only telling Cheng Xiaoyu that
it would be best to get some blood-tonifying Chinese medicine to properly regulate her body after being discharged. Cheng Xiaoyu also thanked Fang Fei, and then
left the hospital with Yan Yu. After wearing a hospital gown for almost a month, Cheng Xiaoyu felt somewhat
uncomfortable wearing her own clothes. She wore a white shirt and a thin blue knitted cardigan, with a light gray
knee-length pleated skirt, sitting quietly in Yan Yu's car, watching the scenery rushing past the window. She clearly remembered that the weather before
she was hospitalized was as hot as a steamer, but in less than a month it had suddenly turned into autumn, with leaves
falling to the ground. Even in her light jacket, she felt a slight chill in the air. Was it because the weather had really gotten cold, or had her
life been so close that her constitution was different? Even after the stitches were removed, her wrist
still throbbed with pain every night, sometimes keeping her awake. She didn't know how long the pain would last;
perhaps it would last a lifetime.

Cheng Xiaoyu followed Yan Yu home. Opening the door, the living room felt both familiar and unfamiliar. The TV
was new, the coffee table was new, and even the walls had been repainted. Cheng Xiaoyu changed into slippers and went upstairs. Her
clothes were upstairs; she needed to unpack. Cheng Xiaoyu opened the bedroom door. Ha, even the bed had been changed.
But if she were Yan Yu, she would have changed it too. Who could bear to continue sleeping in that kind of bed?

Cheng Xiaoyu's gaze shifted to the bathroom door. She told herself she was going to get her suitcase and pack her things, but her feet
involuntarily led her to the bathroom. She went inside and opened the sliding bathroom door. The bathtub was still there, spotless
and immaculate , as if no life had ever nearly vanished within it. A pinkish
mist rose before Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes. She saw herself lying in a pool of blood, trembling with fear, pain, yet maintaining a composed demeanor,
awaiting death… Cheng Xiaoyu gripped the doorframe, backing away step by step. Those who hadn't experienced it
couldn't understand the agony. A pair of hands grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's waist from behind. Startled, Cheng Xiaoyu turned around
. Her ear brushed against Yan Yu's lips, and Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed instantly.

Yan Yu didn't let go of her, holding her waist to prevent her from moving. He whispered in her ear, "
How did it feel to die once?"

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't answer, a hint of fear unconsciously creeping into her eyes as she looked at Yan Yu. She acutely realized that
this man was no longer the Yan Yu who used to dote on her.

Yan Yu asked again, "Do you have the courage to die a second time?"

Cheng Xiaoyu lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Yan Yu's hand slid up Cheng Xiaoyu's waistline, grasping a soft, rounded mound through her shirt
and kneading it forcefully twice. Feeling Yan Yu's actions, Cheng Xiaoyu pushed him away forcefully as if burned by a hot iron, taking
two steps back and standing against the wall. The cool tiles on the wall made the hairs on her neck stand on end. What did Yan Yu
mean ?

Yan Yu nonchalantly took two steps closer, placed one hand on the wall, lowered his head, and lifted Cheng Xiaoyu's chin. "What,
I can't touch you? What kind of pure and innocent woman are you that men can't even touch you?"

Cheng Xiaoyu trembled with rage. Yan Yu was humiliating her. She could tolerate others' contempt,
but she couldn't bear Yan Yu's humiliation, even though he was the one most entitled to do so.

Cheng Xiaoyu pushed Yan Yu away and tried to leave, but Yan Yu pressed her against the wall and kissed her heavily. This
kiss was no kiss; it was filled with hatred and disgust, as if he wanted to drag her down to hell with him. Cheng Xiaoyu felt
an indescribable sadness. Some precious things had been destroyed by her own hands and would never return. She bit Yan Yu's lips hard,
biting his tongue that was ruthlessly swirling in her mouth. Yan Yu bit her back, and both of them bit into mouths full of blood, their mouths
aching and numb with a bitter taste. Yan Yu picked up Cheng Xiaoyu and strode back to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. Cheng Xiaoyu
sprang , not even bothering to put on her slippers, and ran barefoot to the door, intending to leave.

Yan Yu sat on the bed, took two sheets of printed paper from his suit jacket pocket, and tossed them at Cheng Xiaoyu's feet.

Cheng Xiaoyu stopped turning the doorknob, looking at the folded rectangular A4 sheets on the floor, and slowly squatted down
to pick them up. The printed form on the paper was clear and simple, filled with her parents' names, ages,
jobs , addresses, home phone numbers, mobile phone numbers, and all the personal information Cheng Xiaoyu could think of.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned to look at Yan Yu. "What do you mean?"

Yan Yu said, "That day you told me that after your mother was out of danger in the hospital, she told you that although you swore
an oath, she couldn't stop you from being with Chu Chen again. She could only promise that if you two
were involved she would immediately end her own life. Cheng Xiaoyu, you broke your oath. Do you think your
mother will break her oath too?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said blankly, "So that's what you asked me that day."

Yan Yu said, "I could have found out even if you hadn't told me, but what you said is basically the same as what I found out."

Tears streamed down Cheng Xiaoyu's face. "Yan Yu, do you hate me that much?"

The darkness in Yan Yu's eyes was so deep that it could swallow all the light shining into them, and his blood-stained lips curled up...
A near-grossing smile appeared on her face. "That's right, I hate you. I wish I could rip your heart out and eat it.
But I won't let you die. How can a dead person feel pain? I also won't let you leave. If you leave, I
'll go to Liucheng to find your parents and tell your mother what her precious daughter has done in Rongcheng. Cheng Xiaoyu,
if not afraid, just go."

Chapter 109 The End of the Past

Pig is reading backwards: (Action: Covering mouth and chuckling) Brothers and sisters are the most loving.

A chorus of agreement filled the world channel.

Cheng Xiaoyu was dumbfounded. "Look at the explanation you've given me."

Netherworld Saint, "Then how do you expect me to explain it? The more you explain, the worse it gets."

Netherworld Saint was right. Cheng Xiaoyu lamented her reputation for a few seconds, then calmly
comforted herself that she had already paid the price, so she might as well enjoy the beautiful scenery of the heavens. The Celestial Realm is truly
beautiful, with swirling white clouds, melodious sounds, and blooming flowers, a scene of ethereal beauty. As for the particularly dangerous areas,
dark clouds gather, thunder rumbles, and lightning flashes, creating a different kind of awe-inspiring spectacle. The monsters of the Celestial Realm are all quite
elegant-looking; even a winged dinosaur passed by them.

The beautiful girl, Little Rabbit, laughed heartily, "So dinosaurs came to the heavens after they went extinct!"

The Netherworld Saint said, "Yes, that's the Melancholy Dragon, level 80, with a 50% chance of delivering a fatal blow."

Little Rabbit exclaimed, "Wow, is there also a Happy Dragon?"

"No Happy Dragon. Look, that red one up ahead is called the Temperamental Dragon."

"Netherworld, you know so much! ^_^~"

"Of course," the Netherworld Saint said somewhat proudly, "The place we're in now is called the Dragon's Forbidden Land.
If we keep going, we should see their boss."

"What's the boss called?"

"The boss is called Little Dragon Man, level 120. He's standing on that platform over there, see him?"

Cheng Xiaoyu saw him; it really was a Little Dragon Man with horns on his head and a tail behind him,
almost exactly like the "Little Dragon Man" from the TV series she watched when she was little. At this moment, Little Dragon Man was standing
on a high, ruin-like platform, shaking his head and swaying like he was drunk or dancing at a disco.

"The people on this game design team are definitely around my age. Only
our generation knows about

Little Dragon Man." "How old are you?"

"21."

"You really are my sister, I'm a year older than you."

"Tch, stop trying to claim kinship, who's your sister?"

The Netherworld Saint laughed, "You don't know what's good for you. So many people in this game want to call me their brother, I can't be bothered with them."
Chu Chen was telling the truth; he didn't play games much and didn't want to waste time talking nonsense with little girls.
As for the pretty little rabbit, she was actually a bit silly, but for some reason, Chu Chen had a
natural affinity for her and never seemed impatient accompanying her on her wanderings.

Online time passed quickly, and the two young people, who liked each other, chatted and laughed as
they explored the virtual world, completely unaware of how the light outside the window gradually dimmed. Youming
took the little rabbit to many places. His fire qilin was a divine beast; as long as they rode on it, no monsters would attack
them. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know this; she thought the monsters in Heaven were all benevolent. Finally, Youming led her to
the base of an ancient tree so tall that its top was invisible.

The two dismounted from the fire qilin's back, and Youming chanted a spell, turning the fire qilin into a small fireball and putting it away.

The little rabbit paced back and forth under the tree, saying, "What a tall tree!"

The Underworld Saint said, "The top of the tree is the edge of the sky."

The beautiful little rabbit said, "The edge of the sky? Hehe, that sounds interesting."

The Underworld Saint said, "Let's climb up and take a look. I've never actually been up there before. But the footholds under this tree
are very narrow, be careful, you'll die if you fall from too high."

Despite the Underworld Saint's warning, the little rabbit still fell several times, and it took the two of them almost an hour
to climb to the top. It was truly beautiful here. The sky was filled with colorful clouds, rising and falling, changing constantly. At the edge of the sea of clouds
, two or three beautiful cranes flew
by
, calling out softly. Looking at the backs of the Underworld Saint and the little rabbit sitting on the branches swaying slightly in the wind, Cheng Xiaoyu, sitting in front of the computer with her knees drawn up, blushed slightly. She didn't even hear Yang Xu asking if she wanted to go eat. No wonder some people have online romances; this indescribable feeling is quite beautiful.

Cheng Xiaoyu later joined m. With such a powerful player protecting her in the D Guild, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't think
of any reason to refuse. Besides, she quite enjoyed playing with Youming. Cheng Xiaoyu felt that Youming
was easygoing but not promiscuous, and very gentlemanly, always yielding to her—much better than the boys she knew in real life.
However, this might just be because of the internet. Maybe in real life, Youming was short, ugly, and looked like
an alien. The thought of such a Youming sent a chill down Cheng Xiaoyu's spine. Impossible, impossible. Although even online, Cheng Xiaoyu could sense that Youming was a man with a strong aura; such a person was unlikely to be timid and penniless
in real life . Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaoyu asked, "Youming, are you handsome?" Youming, "(⊙v⊙), why do you ask that?" "Just asking~" "Then are you really a beautiful girl?" The beautiful girl bunny made a shy expression, "Yes, I'm a beautiful girl." "I don't believe it." " ...Believe it or not." Youming refused to tell her whether he was handsome or not, and Cheng Xiaoyu let it go. After all, it was just a game. Even if Youming was ugly, so what? At least they had fun in the game. Most of the players in m.d were high-level experts, except for Cheng Xiaoyu, a doctor . When they saw Cheng Xiaoyu, they all called her Little White Rabbit Sister with smiles. Cheng Xiaoyu corrected them a few times, but no one paid attention to her, so she had to let them call her that. However, a few girls were a little indifferent to Cheng Xiaoyu, and occasionally they would deliberately pick a fight. Cheng Xiaoyu ignored them. Of course, she knew why they didn't like her. These girls are so stupid! Just because Youming is handsome in the game doesn't mean he's handsome in real life. Can't they imagine a middle-aged man in his forties, with a stubble beard, greasy hair, and yellow teeth, squatting on a stool controlling Youming ? So stupid, so incredibly stupid. There are many group activities in the guild, such as fighting bosses together or participating in guild wars. Cheng Xiaoyu only needs to...

Everyone online would join in the fun; after all, she wasn't a good student, so she spent a lot of time online.
The Fire Kirin of the Netherworld had practically become the personal mount of the beautiful girl, Xiaotu. When the Netherworld led its brothers in monster battles, Cheng Xiaoyu would ride
the Fire Kirin, happily cheering them on. Sometimes she would even go to the shop to buy red and blue potions wholesale, like a hardworking little sister serving
tea and water, which is why everyone liked her. One time, the boss was too powerful, and the brothers
fell one by one. Seeing that even the Netherworld was about to collapse, Cheng Xiaoyu jumped off the Fire Kirin in a moment of panic
, intending to heal the Netherworld. Just as she was about to unleash a whirlwind from the boss, Cheng Xiaoyu's world instantly turned black and white.
Chu Chen, sitting in front of his computer, was momentarily distracted by Xiaotu and his actions were a step too slow; he was instantly killed by the thousand-year-old
wolf king .

The wolf king howled at the moon with satisfaction and left, leaving only a few pitiful little white souls floating on the ground.

"You're so stupid, why did you come down?" said the Ghost Saint.

"I came down to save you."

"Little White Rabbit, why didn't you come down to save me when I was about to die?" said

the Little White Rabbit. "...Hehe."

"You're not allowed to get off the Qilin anymore, understand? You can't help even if you come down."

"Okay, okay," said the Little White Rabbit.

The group returned to the safe zone. Ghost Saint gave an order, "Brothers, buy your medicine and meet at the entrance of Tianshan in fifteen minutes.
We 'll definitely take it down this time!" Everyone responded and went to replenish their supplies.
That's life in the game. Winning or losing isn't important. The feeling of fighting alongside your friends is what's most captivating.

Cheng Xiaoyu had been following Ghost Saint for a while but was only around level 40. There was no way around it. The monsters Ghost Saint was fighting
were too far below Little White Rabbit's level. If the level difference between the character and the monster was more than 25 levels, the experience gained would be minimal.
However, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care about any of that. She only cared about the graphics and the fun of the game; leveling up wasn't important to her. As
the two spent more time together, Cheng Xiaoyu gradually developed a certain attachment and admiration for Youming. Whenever she
saw Youming online, she would immediately rush over to report, like a little tail following him. Youming also
liked having her follow him, and Cheng Xiaoyu happily spent her days eating, drinking, and gaining experience.

One day, the two of them went to Tianzhiya again. It was late at night, and the background music was ancient and melodious.
The stars in the sky twinkled and changed, giving Tianzhiya a different kind of charm compared to during the day. Xiaotu sat on a tree branch,
swaying her , "A perilous tower a hundred feet high, one can pluck the stars with their hand. I dare not speak loudly, lest I startle the celestial beings."

Chu Chen looked at the two game characters sitting side-by-side under the starry sky on the screen, and a
warm smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. He couldn't help but imagine what kind of girl Xiaotu was. Long hair,
fair , slightly round and bright eyes… uh, isn’t this exactly the character design of Little Rabbit?

Little Rabbit, “By the way, Youming, what does ‘m.d’ mean? You still haven’t told me.”

Youming Saint, “m.d, mayday, Mayday.”

“Mayday? That Mayday band?”

“Yeah, I like Mayday’s songs.”

“I know that band, but I haven’t really listened to their songs much.”

Cheng Xiaoyu’s QQ flashed; Youming had sent her a song, “Suddenly Missing You by Mayday.”

Cheng Xiaoyu clicked to receive and then played the file. A pleasant male voice sang magnetically in her earpiece,
"...Suddenly I miss you so much, where are you, are you happy or sad; suddenly I miss you so much, suddenly sharp
memories , suddenly blurred eyes..."

It was already late at night, and the other girls in the dormitory were all asleep. Cheng Xiaoyu listened quietly to this
slightly , and for some reason, a feeling of happiness and slight elation spread through her heart.

Chapter 110 The Promise on Christmas Eve (h)

The curtains were drawn in the room, and the light was dim. Cheng Xiaoyu, sitting on the bed, had a somewhat frightened expression on her face. Yan Yu
hugged her from behind and unhooked her bra. His palms were hot while her body was cold. The white lace bra
slowly slid off her body. Yan Yu grabbed one of her white breasts with one large hand and kneaded it a few times. Then he
looked up at Cheng Xiaoyu in the mirror. Cheng Xiaoyu refused to meet his gaze and turned her head away with a red face. Her
body trembled slightly. She used to be so familiar with Yan Yu, but after a month, everything seemed to have changed.
It felt a bit like when they first got together; she knew she shouldn't resist his touch, but
her body just involuntarily rejected it.

Yan Yu turned Cheng Xiaoyu around and lowered his head to suckle one of her tender pink nipples. Cheng Xiaoyu
let out a soft, kitten-like moan and tried to push Yan Yu's head away by grabbing his hair with her right hand.

Yan Yu looked up at the trembling girl in his arms. "Don't you like me touching you?"

Cheng Xiaoyu bit her lip, remaining silent.

Yan Yu lifted Cheng Xiaoyu's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. "You don't like it, yet you've had
so Cheng Xiaoyu, you're really shameless."

Cheng Xiaoyu's face flushed red, and she angrily raised her hand to slap Yan Yu. If she had to endure Yan Yu's sarcastic remarks every day
, she probably wouldn't be able to endure a single day.

Yan Yu naturally wouldn't let her hit him. He snorted coldly, grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's wrist, and pressed her onto the bed. "I advise you to
behave yourself."

The difference in physical strength between men and women is innate; no matter how much Cheng Xiaoyu struggled, it was useless. He pressed her down on
the bed , kneading her soft breasts into various lewd shapes, sucking on her tender nipples with his tongue until they
were hard, and then biting them hard with his teeth. Cheng Xiaoyu realized that her struggles were only arousing Yan Yu. She
closed her eyes hopelessly, and large, crystal tears slid down her cheeks.

Yan Yu's fingers, which were on Cheng Xiaoyu's cheeks, felt her tears. He lifted his
head from Cheng Xiaoyu's chest, looked at her expression as if she were suffering, and with a grim face, grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's legs, raised his
penis aimed it at her tender, red opening, and thrust it in.

Cheng Xiaoyu screamed and shuddered, trying to back away. It hurt so much. Her body was dry and tight;
she hadn't prepared at all, and he had just brutally thrust into her.

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's waist to prevent her from backing away, his sharp, blade-like penis thrusting in and out mercilessly at his own
rhythm . He knew Cheng Xiaoyu was in pain; his grip was so tight, it made his scalp tingle, but he
wanted to make her feel pain. He grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's flailing hands and pressed them above her head. Perhaps the movement was too forceful,
it aggravated the bandaged wound on her wrist, and Cheng Xiaoyu cried out in pain. Yan Yu, however, ignored her and continued inside her.
He bumped into her hard.

Cheng Xiaoyu glared at Yan Yu with red, almost hateful eyes. Enraged by her gaze, Yan Yu raised his hand
and slapped her across the face. "Cheng Xiaoyu, don't look at me like that again. If you're smart,
don't bring trouble upon yourself!"

Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's legs, folded them together, and pressed them against her chest .
He began to thrust rapidly into her warm, tight vagina in a kneeling position. This damned woman, even though she had already been with another man, was still so sweet,
so tight, so clingy that he wanted to give his life inside her. Yan Yu hated Cheng Xiaoyu, and he hated
himself .

Cheng Xiaoyu touched her cheek in disbelief. Yan Yu hadn't hit her hard
, but Cheng Xiaoyu was stunned. Although she hadn't admitted her mistake these past few days, she knew she was terribly wrong, terribly
wrong . She knew Yan Yu would never treat her the same way again, but she never imagined she would be treated like this.
The Yan Yu who had so gently bought her Winnie the Pooh Band-Aids, the Yan Yu who would beat up anyone who bullied her until they were
bruised and begging for mercy,
the Yan Yu who always called her "little darling," "little ancestor," and "little ostrich" with such doting affection—now he was making her feel as if she were being torn apart. Cheng Xiaoyu had never been treated so unappreciated before, and finally,
she couldn't hold back anymore and covered her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

Annoyed by Cheng Xiaoyu's crying, Yan Yu pulled down his belt, grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's hands, and quickly
tied them to the headboard. Cheng Xiaoyu still only cried, so Yan Yu grabbed two pillowcases, crumpled them up, and stuffed them into her mouth. Cheng Xiaoyu
fell silent.

Yan Yu's pent-up hatred could only be vented in that tender, tight flower path. He stared at the two petals, which grew even more crimson with each thrust of his
penis , and the occasional glimpses of flesh peeking out
. He was both fascinated and furious. How could she have let that bastard into her body? No matter what they had been through,
she was already with him. Did he really mean nothing to her?!

The room was dimly lit. With each thrust, Yan Yu vaguely saw a thin line of fluid slowly flowing down
Cheng Xiaoyu 's stretched-open vulva. Yan Yu stopped, reached out, and lifted the thin line of fluid to examine it closely
. It looked like…blood.

Although Yan Yu had been determined to torture Cheng Xiaoyu, his heart softened at the sight of that faint pink fluid
. He pulled away from her, gripping her waist. Cheng Xiaoyu's face was pale, and she only bit
her pillowcase and let out a soft moan. Yan Yu untied the leather belt from Cheng Xiaoyu's wrist, pulled the pillowcase out of her mouth and threw it
aside, then went into the bathroom.

Cheng Xiaoyu lay on the bed like a dead person. After a long while, she slowly
stretched , and pulled the blanket over herself. The cotton sheet silently absorbed Cheng Xiaoyu's sorrowful tears.
Although Yan Yu was gone, her lower body still felt a throbbing pain. Yan Yu had never treated her like this before, and
she would probably have to get used to many more "never before" incidents in the future. Cheng Xiaoyu felt a sense of darkness and despair. Who
doesn't want to live a good life? But life requires courage, and her already dwindling courage was being further
diminished by Yan Yu. The future was so long, but at twenty-five years old, Cheng Xiaoyu saw no hope.

It was Christmas Eve again, and every shopping mall and restaurant was decorated with a festive atmosphere. The first snow of the year began to fall in the evening
. Yan Yu and Ye Lan were dining at a high-end French restaurant.
Yan Yu had brought Cheng Xiaoyu here once for her birthday, and now he was bringing Ye Lan here. Every place he had taken Cheng Xiaoyu, he was now
bringing other women. Ye Lan was dressed beautifully today, her hair pulled up high, wearing a burgundy off-the-shoulder dress.
She was always a woman a man could be proud to take out, but this woman's scheming was a little too deep
.

Because it was Christmas Eve, the restaurant had hired a band to play several appropriate Christmas carols. After eight o'clock,
the band started playing some soothing light music, and several tables of men and women moved to the center of the restaurant,
embracing and . Ye Lan sat and watched for a while, then stood up, smiling, and extended her hand to Yan Yu. Yan Yu put down
his wine glass, got up, and led Ye Lan to the center of the restaurant.

Yan Yu gently placed one hand on Ye Lan's waist, and Ye Lan's head rested against Yan Yu's chest. Yan Yu didn't use cologne;
his scent was light yet captivating. Ye Lan's perfume today was stronger than usual, almost to the point of being tasteless,
but it was worth it if Cheng Xiaoyu could smell it. Cheng Xiaoyu
had resigned and gone home because Yan Yu had someone spread rumors about her suicide on the company's BBS, but that girl should still remember
the scent of her perfume. Yan Yu wouldn't tell her what was wrong between him and Cheng Xiaoyu, but this was a golden
opportunity. Ye Lan believed that in a few months, she should be able to get a permanent position.

Yan Yu drove Ye Lan to her doorstep. Ye Lan smiled, "I had a lot of fun today."

Yan Yu put his arm around Ye Lan's shoulder and kissed her cheek.

After they said goodbye, Ye Lan was about to get out of the car when she suddenly seemed to remember something and took a small
box . "Yu, this is for you. Merry Christmas."

Yan Yu opened it and saw a pair of royal blue cuffs, simple and exquisite, very much in Ye Lan's style. Yan Yu said,
"Thank you. But I didn't prepare a gift for you, I'm sorry."

Ye Lan smiled at him, "Are you really sorry?"

Yan Yu's long, narrow peach blossom eyes also lifted slightly as he looked at Ye Lan.

Ye Lan smiled charmingly, "Really sorry? Then how about you make up for it with a gift?"

Yan Yu smiled too, "What do you want?"

Ye Lan stretched out her slender fingers and lightly traced circles on the back of Yan Yu's hand, "Let's go upstairs for a cup of
coffee. I ground it, it smells very good." Ye Lan's eyes were large, and the dark brown eyeshadow and slightly shimmering
eyeliner made her beautiful eyes even more captivating. At this moment, her eyes, like pools of autumn water, were full of affection as she looked at Yan Yu
. It would be hard for any man not to be moved. But Yan Yu just patted Ye Lan's cheek, "I'm tired, I'm not going up."

After Cheng Xiaoyu returned home from the hospital, she rested for a while. Yan Yu took her to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and then hired
a housekeeper to come to the house to cook and prepare medicine for her every day for a period of time. Later, she gradually stopped taking the traditional Chinese medicine.
Cheng Xiaoyu quit her job after only a few days; the twisted scar on her wrist was too frightening, and she was afraid of the
probing looks from others. Now, Cheng Xiaoyu stays home all day, her sleep schedule has become chaotic, but no
one cares. This afternoon, she was playing games on the computer when she felt sleepy, so she lay down on the bed and took a nap. When she woke up, she
didn't know what time it was; it was completely dark outside, and it was snowing. Cheng Xiaoyu lay quietly on the bed for a while.
The fluttering snowflakes reminded her that it was Christmas Eve. Last Christmas Eve, Yan Yu played the guitar and
sang for her, "Summeriscommingtoaclose, dreaming
of 'soveronceagain.it's stillquietinth
istown. I knowwhererethingtoend..." Cheng Xiaoyu
also remembered Chu Chen playing the guitar and smiling at her, "I'm not to see you. I'm being in love with you
. I don't'twannagetov
eryou. Mhmmm~ mhmmm..." Cheng Xiaoyu sighed, sat up in bed,
grabbed her keys, and went out.

The snow on the ground wasn't thick, but it still crunched underfoot. Snowflakes fell one by one
onto Cheng Xiaoyu, who then realized she had forgotten to wear a thick coat. She tightened her coat and continued walking,
eventually reaching the community playground. The playground was deserted today. She remembered that last winter,
Yan Yu often took her out for runs, saying she was always sick and should strengthen her physique.

Cheng Xiaoyu squatted in the center of the playground and built a small snowman. She wasn't wearing gloves, and after rolling snowballs for a while
, her fingers got cold. The coldness of her fingers was bearable, but the problem was that
her wrists started to ache from the cold, a pain like being rubbed with a dull knife—very uncomfortable. Because of the hand pain, Cheng Xiaoyu only
built a very small snowman. She had nothing around—no gloves, no scarf, no candy—
so this year's snowman couldn't be as pretty as last year's. Cheng Xiaoyu simply drew two eyes
and a curved mouth on the snowman with her fingers.

Cheng Xiaoyu squatted down and watched the little snowman standing alone in the snow for a while. Then she reached out and drew a Sanmao (a character from a Chinese folktale) on
the snowman 's forehead. "Didn't you say you'd spend every Christmas with me from now on? Didn't you say
you'd be punished by going bald from the age of thirty if you didn't keep your promise?" Cheng Xiaoyu rested her chin on her hand, looking at the snowman. In the end, she brushed away
the three strands of hair from the snowman's head and drew a thicker fringe on it. "Forget it," she thought, "why curse it?
That's not what I want.

" Cheng Xiaoyu patted the snowman's head and went home sullenly. When Cheng Xiaoyu got home, Yan Yu was already
back, sitting on the sofa watching a replay of a football match. Seeing Cheng Xiaoyu enter in thin clothes covered in
snowflakes, he didn't want to talk to her, but couldn't help asking, "Where did you go?"

Cheng Xiaoyu patted the snow off her clothes. "I went for a walk on the playground because of the snow."

Yan Yu didn't say anything more.

After taking a nap and going for a walk, Cheng Xiaoyu felt a little hungry when she returned. Of course, she wouldn't ask Yan
Yu to cook her instant noodles or soy sauce fried rice. She opened the refrigerator, took out a can of yogurt, and sat on the sofa
to watch the game while drinking it. Yan Yu had a scent, a mixture of alcohol and perfume. The
slightly cool perfume scent mixed with the wine smell was quite pleasant. Cheng Xiaoyu remembered this perfume; it was the one Ye Lan
used. Cheng Xiaoyu scooped up spoonfuls of yogurt on the sofa,
not even noticing the close-up of Messi on the TV screen. The yogurt seemed to taste worse today; it was so sour she almost cried.

Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't eat anymore, put down the yogurt, and turned to go into the bedroom. She and Yan Yu were now sleeping in
the guest room . Although this bedroom wasn't as big as the master bedroom upstairs, neither of them wanted to live in that
room filled with painful memories anymore. Cheng Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed and wiped away her tears. She didn't know why she was crying; these
tears made her despise herself. Yan Yu glanced at the half-empty bottle of
yogurt continued watching the game without much reaction, though his face unconsciously darkened.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and a lone snowman stood isolated in the swirling snow, its
expression smiling yet undeniably pitiful.

Chapter 111 The Beauty of the Past:

The carefree university life was wonderful, the only downside being the final exams. Cheng Xiaoyu
was now level 60, and her gaming skills had finally
improved . She was addicted to the game, but the tragic end of the semester had arrived. With only a week left
before Cheng Xiaoyu finally made the painful decision to say goodbye to the internet. She bid a sorrowful farewell to Youming, saying, "Youming, I have
final exams coming up, and I probably won't be able to go online for a week or two."

Youming replied, "(^_^)/...Little White Rabbit, good luck on your exams."

Cheng Xiaoyu then sullenly logged out of the game. Although she and Youming were just online friends,
Youming was already level eight in Cheng Xiaoyu's friend list (out of ten), while she
probably wasn't even level five.

Although Youming didn't show Cheng Xiaoyu a satisfactory farewell,
when Cheng Xiaoyu was frantically cramming for exams, she couldn't help but think of the wonderful
world , and Youming who always smiled and called her "Little White Rabbit." At that moment, Cheng Xiaoyu felt dizzy and empty-headed, and
without realizing it, she turned on her computer and logged into "Fantasy Immortal." Youming's name was lit up in her friend list! Cheng Xiaoyu
hugged her knees and revealed a sweet smile unique to young girls.

The pretty bunny found the coordinates of the Netherworld and rushed over. "Netherworld^_^~"

Netherworld Saint: "(⊙o⊙)? Little bunny, why are you online? Finished your exam?"

Cheng Xiaoyu typed with a smile, "I missed you," but just as she was about to press enter, she suddenly realized something was wrong and
quickly deleted and rewrote the sentence, "Exam tomorrow."

Netherworld Saint: "You're still playing games tomorrow, have you already studied?"

Pretty bunny, "Hehe~"

Netherworld Saint: "Hehe? You silly bunny, haven't you studied?"

Cheng Xiaoyu held her rosy cheeks and chuckled, seemingly happy to be called a silly bunny,
completely unaware that her current behavior was somewhat similar to the infatuated behavior she used to despise.

Pretty bunny made a silly grin and then circled around the Netherworld.

The Underworld Saint deliberately put on a serious expression, "Little rabbit, if you don't study hard, do you want to
raise pigs ?"

The beautiful little rabbit retorted, "Sweat, your tone is exactly like my dad's. Underworld, you're actually
a little old man, aren't you?"

Cheng Xiaoyu chatted with Underworld for a few more minutes before finally turning off the computer and going to bed, satisfied. Although...
Although her review wasn't very good, Cheng Xiaoyu felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Life was so wonderful; as long as she passed the exam,
that was enough.

The week of grueling exams, with students getting up early and staying up late, came to an end. Cheng Xiaoyu had lost
two pounds , which she was satisfied with. She said goodbye to her roommates and happily packed her bags to
go home.

Summer vacation was wonderful; no need to get meals or do laundry, sleeping until noon every day, and having
endless watermelon, ice cream, and mung bean soup. The only downside was that Youming hadn't been online for a while. He said his company
was working on a project and he'd probably have to work overtime every day, so he wouldn't be able to go online for about two or three weeks. Cheng Xiaoyu had no choice
but to wander alone in the game "Fantasy Immortal." Without Youming, Cheng Xiaoyu felt that the game's fun had decreased by at least
30%. During Youming's absence, Cheng Xiaoyu also seriously considered whether she was in an online relationship. The final
answer was no. She simply enjoyed following Youming, bordering on idol worship, but she was content
with the status quo and didn't want anything more from him in the real world. So, it couldn't be considered an online romance. Having figured
this , Cheng Xiaoyu felt enlightened and continued to leisurely enjoy herself in "Fantasy Immortal." Taking advantage of Youming's absence,
she decided to delve deeper into the skills and operations of a healer, hoping to earn Youming's praise upon his return and
smoothly transform from his burden into his capable assistant.

Not long after, "Fantasy Immortal" underwent a version update. Cheng Xiaoyu installed the
patch many improvements, some of which were exactly what she had complained about. The game was so thoughtful
and user-friendly! Even more exciting was Youming's return. Cheng Xiaoyu continued to be his little shadow,
occasionally healing him and providing protection while he fought monsters. Youming
praised Little White Rabbit's progress generously , making Cheng Xiaoyu even more smug. She even dreamt of fighting bosses with Youming that night.

The new version added a marriage system, and many people rushed to hold weddings. Youming, being the leader of
the top guild m.d, knew too many people and attended weddings almost every day, sometimes
rushing to several in one night. Cheng Xiaoyu happily tagged along, getting free food and drinks.
Wedding guests usually received gift packs containing silver, equipment, pets, and other items. However, watching
the in-game characters toast and give speeches as if in real life, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but find it somewhat laughable. That day,
at the wedding of Wind's Wanderer, Wind's Wanderer smiled and said, "Boss, when are you and Little White Rabbit
getting married? My brothers and I will definitely be there to support you." Cheng Xiaoyu blushed and quickly typed, "
Wanderer , you're talking nonsense again!" Youming just smiled and didn't say anything.

Time flies, summer turned to autumn, and school started again. Cheng Xiaoyu, carrying her luggage, returned to school with great joy.
Her roommates shared some local specialties from their hometowns and had a tea party. The young girls, who hadn't seen
each other for months, had endless things to talk about. The topics were similar to previous years, except for a touch
of感慨 (a complex feeling of mixed emotions, including nostalgia and reflection) that they were already seniors. Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly realized that she only had one year left of university life. She had been
idly passing three years and now she had to start making plans for the end. Cheng Xiaoyu decided that this semester she would first pass the CET-6 (College English Test Band
6), which she dreaded. If she failed, she feared she would regret it for the rest of her life. Then she would look for an internship and try her luck in the supposedly fiercely competitive
society .

Cheng Xiaoyu calculated that there were only two months left until the CET-6 exam. She made a painful
decision : starting today, she would go to the study room at eight o'clock every morning and study until eight o'clock at night before returning to her dormitory.
Spending twelve hours a day cramming with vocabulary words left Cheng Xiaoyu feeling incredibly
down . Only when she opened the game "Fantasy Immortal" at night and saw Youming and her other in-game friends
did her gloom find some solace.

The CET-6 exam was finally over. Whether she passed or not, Cheng Xiaoyu decided she would never prepare
for it again. It was mid-December after the exam, and Cheng Xiaoyu, undeterred by the cold, began looking for an internship.
Many of her classmates had gone on internships, and Cheng Xiaoyu was eager to see the world.

She applied to numerous job postings on recruitment websites like 51job, Zhaopin, and 51job,
and went to several interviews, but to no avail. Frustrated, Cheng Xiaoyu thought, "College graduates are really cheap these days."
But there was nothing she could do but continue applying. One day, she stumbled upon
a job posting The name "Tianyi" sounded strangely familiar. Suddenly, she remembered
the small print "Produced by Tianyi" in the bottom right corner of the game *Fantasy*. Could this be the same Tianyi? Cheng Xiaoyu
quickly scrolled to the company profile. The profile stated that Tianyi Network Development Co., Ltd. had developed several well-received
online games and battle game platforms, and also mentioned their latest critically acclaimed online game, *Fantasy Immortal*. Cheng Xiaoyu then looked
at the job postings. Tianyi was recruiting interns, specifically for administrative positions. She was an administrative management major —what could be more perfect? Cheng Xiaoyu immediately sent her resume, expressing her immense admiration for Tianyi and her strong desire to become a part of the company
in the email . Four days later, Cheng Xiaoyu received a call from Tianyi inviting her for an interview. The girl who spoke to her had a gentle and pleasant voice, "Hello, is this Ms. Cheng? This is the Human Resources Department of Tianyi Network Development Co., Ltd. Please come to the company for an interview this Wednesday morning at 10:00 AM." Cheng Xiaoyu quickly agreed. How wonderful it would be to work in the development team of her beloved "Fantasy Immortal"! Even Youming would probably envy her. On Wednesday morning, Cheng Xiaoyu arrived at Tianyi's company early. The receptionist told her to wait in the reception room on the first floor. When Cheng Xiaoyu went in, she found that there were already several people waiting. Were they all her competitors? Cheng Xiaoyu nervously found a seat on the side. A large screen was showing information about Tianyi's corporate culture and development history. A girl came over and gave her a form to fill out. Cheng Xiaoyu filled it out and handed it to the girl, then returned to her seat to wait. Every now and then, the girl would take one interviewee out to see the interviewer. However, as more and more interviewees arrived , the girl simply gave each person a form and told them to go to a specific room on a specific floor. Soon it was Cheng Xiaoyu's turn. She took her form and went to the fourth floor. The overall tone of Tianyi's office environment was bright and simple. Cheng Xiaoyu went up to the fourth floor and walked down the corridor...

The people she met online were all quite young, and everyone seemed energetic and hurried along. Cheng Xiaoyu
thought to herself "So this is what white-collar workers are like. Will I be like this someday?" Lost in thought, Cheng Xiaoyu realized she
'd forgotten the room number the girl had given her earlier. Was it 407 or 417? Cheng Xiaoyu
hesitated for a moment, considering whether to go down and ask the girl again. But then she felt it would be
incredibly foolish to run down like that. She figured she might as well try her luck and just go into any room. If there was no interviewer, she could just go to another one.

Cheng Xiaoyu walked through a large, bustling open-plan office area and then saw the black
door to She took off her thick coat, straightened her shirt collar, took a deep breath, and knocked
. A pleasant male voice came from inside, "Come in."

Cheng Xiaoyu pushed the door open and saw a very handsome young man sitting in an executive chair, typing
furiously on his laptop. His hair was short and fine, and his eyelashes, thicker than a woman's, were slightly lowered as he looked at the computer
screen. His light-colored lips were pursed in a serious manner. His skin was very fair, almost as fair as Cheng Xiaoyu's.
His shoulders were broad, making his light-colored casual suit jacket look very stylish. He must be quite tall, judging from his
long legs draped over the corner of his desk, encased in his trousers. Surprisingly, he was wearing white
sneakers with two large "Nike" logos pointing directly at Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu was momentarily stunned. Was this man interviewing her? "Wow, so handsome! Oh no, I mean, so young!
Are there really leaders this young?"

Chu Chen finished typing a line of code and looked up at the person who had entered. It was a girl, dressed somewhat reservedly in a white
shirt, black suit jacket, and black wool skirt. Chu Chen hadn't seen her before. He frowned, about to ask who she was,
when the girl spoke first, "The company invited me for an interview today. Are you interviewing me?"

Chu Chen had told HR he was looking for an assistant, but he'd said to bring someone in for the interview at 11:00.
Why was she here at 10? Chu Chen glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu. She was fair-skinned and quite cute. Since she was here
, he might as well ask her a few questions. But she looked very young. Didn't he say he wanted an experienced assistant?

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