Chapter 12: It Has Little to Do with Grandma

There was no conversation throughout the night. Because he had drunk some alcohol, Su Chen slept very soundly and woke up after nine in the morning.

He drew back the curtains of his room, and the morning sunlight streamed through the bright clouds above, filling the space with clarity and freshness, much like his current mood.

Su Chen casually checked his “anger points,” and to his surprise, he now had more than three thousand seven hundred.

Last night, both Zhou Yujie and Su Chengyue had contributed roughly three thousand anger points, so the remaining seven hundred must have come from “Wukong—A Life’s Long Regret Flows Eastward”!

Don’t underestimate those seven hundred points—they came from just the opening chapter that Su Chen had published!

Once the readership for this book grew to a certain level, Su Chen was confident the anger points they could generate would skyrocket. The future looked promising.

Opening the author’s dashboard, Su Chen saw that the book had already been added to 168 collections.

He had done some research before and knew that this increase was a very good start and achievement for a new release.

Indeed, it was worthy of being a C-level work; it still held a certain appeal.

Below the collection count, there were 36 unread comments, and out of curiosity, Su Chen clicked to read them.

“Great story, added to my favorites, please update quickly, dear author!”

“The beginning is so brutal—no way, I can’t handle this!”

“Is this by the author who wrote ‘Cheating on the Wedding Night’? The style is completely different! Quite extreme!”

“Got tricked by the synopsis. Author, be honest, is this a warm, everyday slice-of-life? How much do you misunderstand ‘warm and cozy’?”

“Damn, must it be like this? Is Wukong really this miserable?”

“Poor Wukong, nobody believes him, so pitiful.”

...

Faced with the readers’ many emotions and complaints, Su Chen smiled faintly and paid them no mind. This was just the beginning.

Slowly, he thought. The time for making them suffer to their limits was still ahead.

After leisurely finishing breakfast, Su Chen idly typed up two more chapters and uploaded them.

Since the manuscript was already running through his mind, he didn’t have to think much. Typing took only about an hour, though his fingers were a bit sore afterward.

Once done, he lay back down on the bed to pass the time by browsing Douyin.

The moment he opened Douyin, a beautiful girl with a striking appearance was dancing sensually in a livestream.

This algorithm really understands me; my account has been well nurtured! Su Chen thought to himself as he admired the girl’s graceful movements on screen.

The comment section was naturally filled with praise, flattery, and tipping, which made Su Chen, a failed streamer, quite envious.

But after watching a short while, his enthusiasm waned.

It wasn’t that he was bored, but while the girl was pretty, her figure was rather average—hardly impressive.

After some thought, Su Chen sent a comment: “This girl’s features are so proper; you can tell she was raised by her grandmother, not her maternal grandma!”

The viewers at first didn’t get it, but soon burst out laughing and gave his comment many likes while teasing him.

“You really are a talent. That description—no words, just brilliant.”

“Hahaha! I’m dying laughing. Ah Li may be young, but we still love her.”

“No mocking our Ah Li! Small has its advantages... being petite is cute!”

Seeing this, Su Chen couldn’t resist replying: “Advantage is saving on fabric, right?”

This sent the comment section into an uproar of laughter, creating a lively atmosphere.

Not only Su Chen but the fans enjoyed the banter, though the streamer herself was full of grievances.

“Received 888 anger points from Ah Li.”

...

Su Chen finished his mischief and quickly left, not giving the streamer a chance to angrily retaliate.

Coincidentally, the next livestream he entered was also a dance channel.

This streamer wore even skimpier, sexier attire, but unlike the previous one, her figure was absolutely stunning.

Especially when she shook her hips with such wide and vigorous movements, Su Chen even worried she might lose her balance and fall.

In short, her performance was truly a feast for the eyes.

Her livestream’s comment section was filled with countless seasoned, lecherous old hands, spewing vulgar language nonstop—simply unbearable.

After watching for about ten minutes, Su Chen finally made his move.

“The streamer’s figure is great, the dance is sexy, watched it all, ready to report.”

Streamer: ???

Veteran viewers: !!!

His comment immediately caused an uproar, with viewers urging Su Chen not to be ungrateful.

Meanwhile, Su Chen gained a large influx of anger points.

Of course, he was only joking and did not actually report her.

How could he bear to cut short the career of such a devoted goddess? That would be absurd.

Then, unexpectedly, the streamer’s room was shut down at that very moment. What timing!

The screen went black, and the comment section exploded.

Su Chen was baffled and hastily explained: “This... this really wasn’t me!”

“Go to hell, you dog traitor!”

“How could it be such a coincidence? If not you, then who? My goddess!”

“So angry, this is a murder’s revenge, I will never forgive you!”

“Alright, alright, you bastard, I’ll remember you. Don’t let me catch you.”

...

Su Chen felt unfairly framed, but when he saw the steady stream of anger points coming in, he suddenly thought that maybe taking the blame wasn’t so bad after all.

After watching some more livestreams, Su Chen boredly scrolled through videos.

Suddenly, he stumbled upon a boy dancing, and his moves were so mesmerizingly seductive that Su Chen, also a guy, was dumbfounded.

After a moment of silence, Su Chen commented: “Please grant him a period; he deserves it.”

Then he saw a video about late-night overtime, with music and captions roughly meaning “Endure the worst hardships to become a top person.”

This slave driver was being totally brainwashed.

Su Chen scoffed and left a decisive comment: “Believe me, as long as you’re willing to suffer, you’ll never run out of suffering.”

...

After leaving comments on several dozen videos, Su Chen received yet another wave of anger points. The rapid increase surprised even him.

Before long, his total anger points surpassed ten thousand again. His restless fingers twitched, itching to get started.

A basic lottery draw required one thousand anger points, intermediate needed ten thousand, and advanced likely demanded one hundred thousand.

Su Chen hesitated, weighing the pros and cons. Obviously, the advanced lottery would have better and higher-level prizes, but he could draw ten times at the lower levels for the same amount.

After a brief pause, Su Chen decided to try the intermediate lottery first.

One reason was that he didn’t want to wait too long. With enough accumulation, anger points might grow faster.

Another reason was that if the advanced prize didn’t suit his current stage, it might waste more of his time and energy; better to pick intermediate.

The draw began, and Su Chen prayed silently. When the prize appeared, his eyes lit up.

“Acquired professional C-level guitar playing skill!”

Suddenly, Su Chen felt a dizzy rush in his head as countless guitar techniques and knowledge poured in.

A few seconds later, he snapped back and was filled with joy.

Not bad at all—he had gotten the guitar playing skill, which saved him a lot of effort.

He had been planning to learn some musical instrument someday, but now that there was a shortcut, why waste time with pointless struggles? He wasn’t about to do something foolish.

Though the guitar skill was only C-level, Su Chen understood clearly that he could now play nearly every popular song on the market!

Woohoo—this was taking off! He loved this cheat! Hehe!