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Chapter 11: The Rise of Mr. Poor Cigarette
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Chapter 11: Chapter 11: The Rise of Mr. Poor Cigarette

Lin Feng’s head still hummed from last night’s hotel stunt as he slumped into his classroom seat. The memory of Shen Xinya’s raised eyebrow—that look, the one that said "I see you"—sent a thrill down his spine. Ten percent favorability. Not bad for a night’s work.

His phone buzzed against his thigh.

[Ding!]

[New Event: Live Stream PK Battle]

[Objective: Humiliate the gatekeepers. Become legend.]

[Reward: ??? (It’ll hurt so good.)]

Lin Feng snorted. The System had developed a personality lately—snarky bastard.

He tapped the app store. Time to play.

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Username:Mr. Poor Cigarette

The chat erupted before he even sent a message.

[Chat: LMAO this guy’s profile pic is a literal cigarette butt]

[Chat: Bro thinks he’s people]

[Chat: @Mods ban this peasant]

A second later—*BANNED*.

Lin Feng stared at the notification. Qin Lulu’s mods had yeeted him faster than a spoiled heir tossing a empty champagne bottle.

Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.

He switched to the underdog’s stream. Xiaoyu’s face filled the screen, her smile strained as Qin Lulu’s gift counter ballooned. Her chat was a funeral.

[Chat: Give up sis, her sugar daddy’s online]

[Chat: Maybe next time 😭]

Lin Feng’s thumb hovered over the gift icon.

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[Mr. Poor Cigarette sent 100 Pink Diamonds (1,000,000¥)]

The screen exploded.

Xiaoyu choked on her water. "Cough—WHAT?"

[Chat: ...]

[Chat: glitch???]

[Chat: HOLY SHIT HE DIDN’T JUST—]

Lin Feng leaned back, grinning, and unleashed hell.

[100 Luxury Yachts (2,500,000¥)] 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The animation crashed weaker phones. Qin Lulu’s smirk died mid-live.

[Chat: BRO THAT’S A DOWN PAYMENT ON A VILLA]

[Chat: SOMEONE CHECK HIS WALLET FOR A PRINTING PRESS]

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Xiaoyu won by five million. The platform servers coughed blood.

Lin Feng’s DMs became a warzone:

- Qin Lulu:"Baby I was hacked—let’s dinner? 🥺"

- Mods:"Pls come back we’ll lick your shoes"

- Xiaoyu:"...are you a bored trillionaire or what?"*

But one message mattered:

[Heavenly Circle Invite: Welcome to the jungle, apex predator.]

Lin Feng exhaled smoke from his (actual) cigarette. The game just leveled up.

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