Ele Só É Obediente Comigo [Renascido]

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Before bed, Pang Shuai was twisting himself into a pretzel over a wish-fulfillment novel on his phone.

“Nothing is more satisfying than a maxed-out expert returning to the novice village!”

“If that were really the case, then ordinary people like us would just become cannon fodder for him to bully. What’s so satisfying about that?”

Frowning, Xia Chiyi knelt at the head of the bed and fixed a commemorative basketball poster beside his pillow.

“You could date the expert and win by lying down!”

“Isn’t living off someone else’s success a little humiliating? Why not say you absorb the expert’s experience points and lead him back to the summit as the protagonist?”

Pang Shuai grinned teasingly. “Remember your ambition! Maybe tonight, Sheng Xingming will be reborn from the poster by your bed and call you up to take you on as his underling!”

“Why not say Michael Jordan will be reborn?”

“I don’t understand basketball, but I do know Jordan is still alive.”

“I don’t believe in transmigration, reincarnation, or doomsday prophecies. If someone claims to be Sheng Xingming, I’ll tell him I’ve already downloaded an anti-fraud app.”

Pang Shuai’s mouth must have been blessed by fate.

“Brrr—brrr—brrr.” His phone began to vibrate.

Xia Chiyi groped around beside his pillow for a long while. Drowsy and half-asleep, he mumbled, “Hello… hi… who is this?”

“I’m Sheng Xingming.”

A cool, clear voice rang out, firm and unwavering as it traveled through the radio waves straight into Xia Chiyi’s eardrum,