Josei
Sorry, Sis is the NPC You Can’t Catch Up With
(A completely brainless, silly story)
Yun Youyou opened her eyes and found that she had inexplicably become an NPC in a Horror Game.
The stingy Game: No salary, no benefits-as long as it doesn’t kill you, work until you drop.
Yun Youyou: “Then I’ll just have to pretend I’m a pile of crap.”
As long as I don’t create any value, it’s the same as not working.
Relying on nothing but her silver tongue, Yun Youyou forcibly turned the Horror Game into a comedy game.
The Horror Hotel Dungeon?
Change it! Change it into a Pool Cyber Chanting Party!
The Horror Doctor loves performing sterilization surgeries?
Change it! Change it into a Gentle Nurse who cures all ailments!
In the beginning.
Facing the most terrifying and brutal Player in the Game.
Yun Youyou clung to Ji Lin’s leg, weeping bitterly as she cried, “Please let me go! I’m not like the other ghosts!”
Ji Lin sneered, “How are you different?”
Yun Youyou sniffled, “I have no dignity.”
Ji Lin: “…”
Later on.
“Yun Youyou, come here and tell me-why does this Male Ghost have your contact information?”
Ji Lin’s eyes were cold and sharp, his voice carrying a hint of danger.
Yun Youyou, whose wings had grown strong: “I’m the queen; if you don’t like it, deal with it.”
After the Neighbor Borrowed My Life
Over the weekend, while I was out grocery shopping, someone shoved a red envelope into my hand.
Inside was a note: [Three years of your life have been borrowed. If you pass this on or drop it in a merit box, your entire family will perish.]
Clutching the 900 yuan, I chuckled and chased after the person.
“Are you sure you want to try life‑borrowing from me?”
She shot me a glare, barked “Psychopath!” and spun around to bolt.
I couldn’t help but smile. To think someone actually had the nerve to try life‑borrowing from one of the Living Dead.
First Snow, Last Kiss
In the third year of my marriage to my childhood sweetheart,
I happened to stumble across an old post he’d written.
In it, he talked about being forced to part from the person he truly loved, and how he had “no choice” but to marry the girl-next-door childhood friend.
And I just so happened to be that childhood friend in his story.
In his tragic little romance, I was the obstacle standing between the male and female leads.
I Carried His Rival’s Child
My husband holds the highest office in the land, and I am the most virtuous noblewoman in all of Shangjing.
The wives of the capital’s officials all claim I am blessed with good fortune, yet they have no idea that I have been neglected by him for years, my heart heavy with misery.
He finds me dull and is deeply in love with his concubines, with whom he has both sons and daughters.
Finally, after my mother-in-law had expressed her disdain for my inability to conceive countless times, I found myself pregnant.
But Cheng Wenting nearly lost his mind.
With bloodshot eyes, his hand trembled uncontrollably as he choked me. “Whose child is it?”
A gentle smile played on my lips. “My Lord, it is yours, of course.”
Our Final Spring
The day I found out I had cancer.
He Wei frowned and said coldly to me, “Do you think anyone would be sad if you died? No one would feel bad about it.”
I said, “Whatever.”
Then I sincerely wished him, “I hope you’ll do as you say.”
After all, the year my brother died saving me, everyone looked at me and said:
“Why wasn’t it you who died?”
Later, I stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building where my brother passed away and jumped off.
But He Wei, why were you crying?
The Earth Master Girl Makes Her Debut
Luxury cars picking me up at the school gate was a common sight. My roommate started a rumor that I had a sugar daddy, and even secretly took tons of pictures of me with middle-aged men. But not long after, her father was on his knees in front of me:
“Master Qiao, I beg you-please save my whole family.”
What she didn’t know was that I am currently the only Earth Master successor.
Advising Breakup Eight Hundred Times, Finally Drinking at the Best Friend’s Wedding
I tried to persuade my best friend to break up eight hundred times, but in the end, I attended her wedding and drank her wedding wine.
On the wedding day, I sat at the main table with the guy’s strategist, both of us checking our phones and comparing notes.
We realized that every time the couple threatened to break up, it was always the two of us who got dragged into it.
Our chat histories were eerily similar.
[We broke up. This time it’s for real.]
[But what about him/her? What should I do?]
Guy’s strategist: [Maybe you should change jobs. You’d make a great clown in a circus.]
Me: [Pay me some compensation.]
The Frog Princess
In the Fifth Year of Taiyuan, at the Start of Summer, a princess died in the Beiliang Royal Palace.
And a toad.
Anping was that unfortunate princess.
And I was that unfortunate toad.
Fortunately, since her death, I have become her.
Love on the Cliff
Because he was poor, Zhou Jinyan never brought up the subject of marriage.
That was until the day I saw him casually open a bottle of wine that cost as much as my entire annual salary.
It turned out that being born into royalty and living a life of luxury was the true Zhou Jinyan.
His friend asked, “Aren’t you tired of playing the pauper after five years? When do you plan to come clean with her?”
Zhou Jinyan flicked his eyelids open with nonchalance. “On the day of the engagement, I suppose.”
I didn’t get hysterical. On the day of his engagement, I boarded a plane and crossed the ocean.
I later heard that on the day of his engagement,
He suddenly had a change of heart midway, driving back to an old rental apartment.
When he saw that the place was empty and I was gone, he completely lost his mind.
Little One
My sister was beautiful and brilliant, always effortlessly winning people over.
Compared to her, my plain self was like a timid little mouse.
My parents used to say, “How can you even compare yourself to your sister?”
My childhood friend said, “Jiajia and you don’t look like sisters.”
I asked him, “Then what do we look like instead?”
Sniffling, he replied:
“Like a princess and her maid.”
That was until I met Cen Yi.
My parents were clinging to my sister, introducing her to his family and boasting about how exceptional their daughter was.
I stood off to the side, stealing glances at the cookies on the table.
But he bypassed everyone else and pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Mine,”
he said.