"Damn, moving faster than a warrior, attacking while repositioning, hasn’t gotten caught yet—totally showing off those sick moves."
The young man’s long legs were propped up on the desk, his fingers dancing across the phone screen, lips curling in a nonchalant smile.
In the game, the enemy team had no idea that the "weakest mage," who was mercilessly slaughtering them, had gone full "wolf in sheep’s clothing." After pulling off a wave of flashy operations and farming kills, they didn’t even know how they died.
Leng Xuexi knocked on the door.
"Come in," the young man said without even looking up.
Leng Xuexi pushed the door open and walked in, just as the female voice prompt from the game system blared out.
The young man raised his eyebrows, his sharp and handsome features radiating confidence.
Leng Xuexi sighed. "Bro, the exam results are about to come out—aren’t you even a little nervous?"
Leng Yunyang curled his lips, his tone lazy. "Why should I be nervous?"
"Everyone in school knows you’ve been working your ass off to try and win Shen You’an’s heart. You promised that if you got first place, she’d agree to be your girlfriend. But if you don’t... Heh, prepare to humiliate yourself big time."
"The school forum’s buzzing about it, they even started a betting pool."
"So, my dear sister, who did you bet on?"
Leng Xuexi didn’t hesitate. "Of course I bet on Shen You’an winning. Do you really think you’re some hot commodity, with girls lining up to chase after you? Get real. I don’t think Shen You’an’s buying into your crap either. Don’t end up being the laughingstock."
Leng Yunyang clicked his tongue. "You’re my own sister—how could you crush your poor big brother’s heart like that?"
Leng Xuexi made a mock gagging motion. "Oh, spare me the cringe."
Leng Yunyang chuckled and shook his head.
Leng Xuexi glanced at the clock. "Seven fifty-five. Five minutes till the results are out."
She was eagerly waiting for the results, ready to roast Leng Yunyang as soon as they were released.
It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in her brother. He was smart, sure—but as the saying goes, there’s always someone better out there.
Were Gu Bichen and Liu Runxi not geniuses? Yet in the end, they were still defeated by Shen You’an.
Leng Xuexi firmly believed that nothing could shake Shen You’an’s claim to the top rank.
This time, whether her brother could even surpass Gu Bichen and Liu Runxi was still up in the air.
The pinned post on the forum was blowing up with real-time updates.
"So nervous, this feels even more intense than waiting for the high school entrance exam results."
"It’s eight already—has the official website updated? Can someone courageous check and share the results?"
"More than anything, I hope Shen You’an gets first place. It’s not personal; I just don’t think she deserves Young Master Leng. If she intentionally drops in rank with some scheming move, I’d lose all respect for her."
"The commenter above, care to stop hiding behind anonymity? Not deserving of Young Master Leng? Who do you think you are, really—calling yourself hot shit."
"Okay, everyone, calm down and move on. Go do something else with your time."
"Just received notice from the official website: the school system is undergoing temporary upgrades and maintenance. The results will be announced at a later time."
"I’m starting to suspect the school did this on purpose. So shady—just dangling us ."
"Since nobody’s got anything better to do, can we all please use our fingers and vote for our Little Brother #48...?"
Leng Xuexi shot a suspicious glance at Leng Yunyang. "You didn’t hack the school website, did you?"
Leng Yunyang let out an exaggerated sigh. "Didn’t realize you thought of your big brother as *that* kind of person. Can’t we have a little more trust between people?"
"Seriously though, it wasn’t you?"
"I’m not *that* petty."
Leng Xuexi squinted. "If the rankings come out and you’re above Shen You’an, I’ll have reason to suspect you used hacking to tamper with the results. I’ll report you to the school. Keep your hands off."
Leng Yunyang clicked his tongue again. "You’re truly my dear sister."
"Young Master, Young Master, bad news—Madam has fallen ill," the butler hurriedly announced from outside the room.
Leng Xuexi stood up immediately; she was still young and impulsive. "Big brother..."
Leng Yunyang remained seated, unmoving. His thin lips curved slightly, and his eyes carried a faint chill.
"If she’s ill, take her to the hospital."
"Madam refuses to go to the hospital. She’s causing a scene, demanding to see the Third Young Master. Please, Young Master, go check on her."
"If she still has the energy for drama, let her keep at it. Once she’s hanging by a thread, we’ll deal with it then."
The butler, sensing Leng Yunyang wasn’t joking, felt a chill in his heart. Hesitating, he murmured an acknowledgment and retreated.
"Brother, isn’t that a bit harsh? She *is* our grandmother, after all."
The young man propped his head up with one hand. Under the glow of the light, his profile held a breathtaking allure, but his expression was cold to the core.
"Confucius said: ’A child who does not treat their siblings well will be useless as an adult; an old man who lives on without contributing is nothing but a pest.’"
His tone carried a playful lilt, and he even winked at Leng Xuexi as he finished speaking.