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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 177
🕑 Added 2024-03-19 04:37:08 +0000 UTCChapter 177
"Must be a coincidence..." 098 was somewhat uncertain. After all, Shu Yiheng wasn't mentioned in the plot, and given his seemingly complicated identity, how would he have time to play games? In its opinion, it was mostly for the sake of the host.
This implied that Shu Yiheng must know the plot to some extent or have a sense of its direction. Either possibility indicated his extraordinary identity.
Of course, 098 kept these thoughts to itself, certainly not something to share with Ling Chunann.
Ling Chunann clicked on the game icon, looked at the login page, selected delete, then entered the original owner's account and password.
A female character in a pink long dress wielding dual swords appeared on the character interface.
Back in the game at the same location he logged off last time, Ling Chunann moved the character around using the keyboard, reviewed the skills at the bottom of the screen, and combined with the memories he received, he basically understood this sect called "Qi Xiu," a profession that combines support and damage dealing, with Bing Xin Jue for damage and Yun Shang Xin Jing for support. This was similar to Ling Chunann's profession in the holographic world he was in before, but required keyboard controls, and the two heart methods couldn't be switched during combat, which was somewhat inconvenient.
Feng Lan was originally a single-career Yun Shang, what the game community calls a "healer," focusing on PvE last season. But this season, after a nerf to the profession and the rise of new dominant professions, he switched to PvP, tumbling in the arena with his teammates.
The reason for disguising as a girl was, of course, for his disciple, the male lead of this story.
Coincidentally, a message notification sounded at that moment.
[Whisper][Red Dust Swordsman] quietly asked: What are you doing?
[Whisper][Red Dust Swordsman] quietly said: The guild ran out of tables.
[Whisper][Red Dust Swordsman] quietly said: There's a guild battleground tomorrow, my disciple needs fifty wins, remember to join.
"Tables" refer to a kind of team buff food in the game. If it were the original owner, he would have eagerly agreed and immediately prepared the required items, using his own money for the materials, of course.
Ling Chunann glanced at the messages in the chat box, ignored the male lead, then switched to the damage-dealing heart method, looked at the pitiful equipment, and logged off the game. "098, log into the original owner's QQ, look for the contact named 'Ah Han,' and have her help me graduate with Bing Xin PvP equipment."
"Right away, host!" 098 readily agreed.
The original owner was really pitiable, having done so much for the male lead, buying so many equipment skins, and struggling to raise the guild. In the end, not only was he left with nothing, but he was also slandered as a vicious third party, buried by the male and female leads at the respawn point, dying of heartbreak and disappearing from the game.
"Host, it's all set. She said it would take two months," 098 informed.
"Alright, that works," Ling Chunann nodded. He revisited the mission requirements, "This mission is too simple; I suspect a conspiracy."
"..."
098 carefully chose its words before continuing, "Generally, the unknown additional mission won't be too difficult. Please rest assured, host."
"I'm not worried," Ling Chunann replied.
098 choked, "But, host, aren't you concerned about ignoring the male lead? These two months are crucial for the male and female leads' relationship development. If you hand your account over to someone else for leveling, doesn't that mean you're letting them be together? That would mean mission failure."
"It won't happen," Ling Chunann said nonchalantly, then blinked, "I'm in poor health and need rest."
098 had nothing to say against such a valid reason. Indeed, this body had issues, and with the original owner's erratic sleep schedule, there was always the risk of sudden death. Even with Ling Chunann's healing ability, it could only keep the body alive and barely non-fatal. Being as healthy as a normal person was impossible.
"Xiaolan, dinner's ready," Shu Yiheng called from the door.
"Okay," Ling Chunann pressed the power button and then collapsed.
The man rushed over and caught Ling Chunann in his arms, his voice filled with urgency, "Baby, are you okay?"
Before passing out, Ling Chunann sighed internally, "Ah, a miscalculation." But why did he feel this body was weaker than described in the original text and remembered by the original owner?
When Ling Chunann woke up, he was in the hospital, with half the medicine still dripping from the IV bag. Shu Yiheng was
sitting by the bed, looking at some documents. Seeing Ling Chunann awake, his face lit up with joy, "Baby, you're awake. Are you hungry?" He seemed to realize calling him that might be too familiar since they just met, "I mean, sorry..."
Seeing Shu Yiheng's anxious explanation, Ling Chunann couldn't help but laugh, interrupting him, "I like you calling me that."
"Really?" Joy was unmistakable in the man's eyes.
"Really." Ling Chunann nodded earnestly, then pitifully added, "I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it," Shu Yiheng responded.
Ling Chunann didn't speak but looked around Shu Yiheng, finally settling his gaze on his arm.
"This?" Shu Yiheng naturally rolled up his sleeve, offering his arm to Ling Chunann.
Perhaps this was their tacit understanding.
098 observed silently, thinking to itself.
Ling Chunann fell asleep again not long after eating. Shu Yiheng leaned in to gently kiss the corner of his lips, then removed the tender expression from his face, stood up, and opened the door.
The doctor, who was about to knock, was startled by Shu Yiheng's sudden appearance. He managed a flattering smile, about to speak, but Shu Yiheng gestured towards the hallway. The doctor quickly stepped back, and Shu Yiheng carefully closed the door, leading the doctor to the end of the corridor, "What's the situation?"
"Master Shu, the examination results are in. Feng Xiaoshao has congenital heart disease, an anomaly in the atrium," Dr. Luo said cautiously. "Such heart conditions are extremely rare nowadays, almost undetectable if not symptomatic, so Feng Xiaoshao's previous medical records didn't mention any heart disease."
Shu Yiheng asked, "Without a heart transplant, is there any other way?"
Dr. Luo gave a bitter smile, "With current medical technology, even with a suitable heart, no one could perform the surgery. Feng Xiaoshao's vascular structure is too unique, only conservative treatment is an option."
After speaking, Dr. Luo didn't dare breathe too loudly, fearing to offend this formidable figure. Surprisingly, Shu Yiheng didn't say much, just nodded and left.
098, who had been eavesdropping, silently applauded Shu Yiheng. Indeed, the host's man was extraordinary.
The hidden rule for taskers: after inhabiting a body, no non-original body parts may be replaced, or the task world will permanently lose the replaced parts' functions. If Ling Chunann underwent a heart transplant, it likely meant immediate death.
In the previous world, taking back the eyes given to the female lead would have been fine, but Ling Chunann declined the male supporting character's offer to replace his eyes. 098 didn't believe the excuse of getting used to it, thinking it more likely that the host had a mental compulsion for purity.
The female lead's disfigurement was orchestrated by Bai's father, but the eyes were personally handled by the man. Though he didn't say, and 098 didn't tell Ling Chunann, it found that he treasured those eyes, simply because they belonged to his beloved. Even if he didn't want them, they couldn't fall into the hands of those who hurt Ling Chunann.
The man's affection for Ling Chunann was almost obsessive, but the only comforting fact for 098 was that he never did anything to harm the host.
As 098 was lost in thought, Shu Yiheng returned to the room. 098 tried to act as if it didn't exist, but then a voice called out, "Come out."
098 instinctively looked at Shu Yiheng and met his gaze, finally certain he could see it.
Ling Chunann slept for another day and night, waking up feeling as if he had been soaked in warm water, much better than before. Shu Yiheng wasn't in the room, but his computer and documents were left open, indicating he had just stepped out. "098, what's the date today?"
"Host, it's October 3rd," 098 replied listlessly.
"What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
"Just..." 098 was about to complain but sensed someone approaching and quickly denied, "Nothing, who could bully me? By the way, host, are you feeling better?"
"Much better." Seeing Shu Yiheng enter, Ling Chunann pieced together 098's hesitation and his improved condition, understanding what happened. But since 098 didn't mention it, he pretended not to know.
"Baby's awake." Shu Yiheng smiled at Ling Chunann, "I borrowed the hospital kitchen for a bit. Are you hungry? Come have some porridge."
"Okay."
If 098 could speak, it
would only want to say, "Hmph!!!"
Its 50,000 energy points, accumulated over two or three worlds!
Who exactly was this person? Not only could he see it, but he also accessed the system store privately and knew what could help the host, things even 098 didn't know.
The only consolation was that his consciousness seemed not to have fully awakened. After threatening 098, he fell back into slumber; otherwise, 098 didn't know how it would be exploited.
These people, 098 couldn't afford to provoke or avoid them, feeling wronged.
Under Ling Chunann's insistence, they left the hospital that afternoon but didn't return to his own home. Instead, Shu Yiheng, citing concerns for his recovery, took him home. Knowing Ling Chunann played games and worried about the cooling weather, he even prepared a gaming laptop for him to play games wrapped in blankets in the bedroom.
"Perfect," Ling Chunann remarked, then logged into the game with the account and password.
Since Ling Chunann's game account was being leveled by someone else, Shu Yiheng gave him his account to play as he wished.
Naturally, they were on the same server, and like Ling Chunann's original game account, there was only one character, a sect known for its long-duration stealth, the Assassin profession from the Ming sect, with the ID Wu Ying.
Looking at the character's dual blades shining with blue and red light, Ling Chunann couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"Host, this is the number one Divine Weapon on the rankings from the Ming sect," 098 informed. "Didn't expect the big guy to be so good at games!" As for the original text not mentioning this, 098 automatically ignored it since the main focus was on the love story between the male and female leads, glossing over various rankings.
"Quite impressive," Ling Chunann nodded in agreement, then logged in.
The account had no appearances, aside from the weapons, it was equipped with full PvP gear, had a default system face, no friends, and no guild, as if specifically prepared for Ling Chunann to level.
Shu Yiheng's key settings were odd, but Ling Chunann found them surprisingly intuitive after trying out the skills.
[Whisper][A Little Flower] quietly said: Big shot! You finally logged in! How about joining our guild? The vice guild leader position is yours, you don't have to do anything, just be our mascot!
[Whisper][A Little Flower] quietly said: Big shot, I've begged you hundreds of times, please reply to me QAQ
"Host, this guild is the number one righteous guild, and he's the guild leader, a man," 098 shared the information it gathered. "However, their guild is allied with the male and female leads' guild."
Ling Chunann nodded, then replied to the message.
[Whisper] You quietly said to [A Little Flower]: Pull me in.
[Whisper][A Little Flower] quietly said: !!!!! You actually agreed!! That's great, I'll pull you in right now! Please make sure to accept, I beg you QAQ
Then, a dialog box appeared on the game screen.
A Little Flower invites you to join [Half City Rain]. Accept, Decline.
Amid countless exclamation marks and pleas in the chat box, Ling Chunann chose to accept.
[Guild][XXX]: Welcome Wu Ying to the guild [Rose][Rose]
[Guild][XX]: Welcome Wu Ying to the guild [Rose][Rose]
[Guild][XXXX]: Welcome Wu Ying to the guild [Rose][Rose]
...
Dozens of green text messages flashed by, and the guild channel exploded.
[Guild][A Little Peach]: Holy shit! The big shot! The guild leader finally got his wish, bowing down to the big shot.
[Guild][A Little Puppy]: Mom, I can't breathe, the lone ranger big shot actually joined our guild, so touched QAQ
...
Watching the flood of messages whirl by, Ling Chunann clicked his mouse and muted the guild channel.
[Whisper][A Little Flower] quietly said: Big shot, the guild YY123456, come hang out when you have time. The bunch in the guild are all clowns, don't mind them.
[Whisper] You quietly said to [A Little Flower]: Okay.
As Shu Yiheng walked in, Ling Chunann looked up at him, "I got you into a guild."
"Okay," Shu Yiheng patted Ling Chunann's head, "Baby, time to eat."
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