The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 181 (Patreon)

Chapter 181

Ling Chunann sifted through the original owner's memories to figure out how they used to interact and then typed a message into the private chat box.

[Private Chat] You whisper to [Red Dust Swordsman]: "Long time no see, junior brother. [Joy] [Joy]"

After Ling Chunann sent the message, the reply from the other side came quickly.

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispers back: "Where have you been all this time? I thought you'd quit the game."

[Private Chat] You whisper to [Red Dust Swordsman]: "Didn't quit, got caught up with real-life stuff and didn't have time to play, so I left my account with a power leveler."

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispers back: "I see. By the way, there have been some changes in the guild's personnel. I've added a few vice guild leaders. Join the voice chat later to meet them."

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispers back: "Master, the guild's warehouse is empty, could you restock it when you have the time?"

Looking at the thousands of gold left in his inventory by the power leveler, Ling Chunann typed leisurely.

[Private Chat] You whisper to [Red Dust Swordsman]: "Sorry, junior brother, I'm a bit short on funds recently. How about you send me the materials and I'll craft the table for you?"

While Ling Chunann was sending the message, 098 concluded, "Host, I don't think the male lead will be pleased." Previously, the male lead's gold was foolishly sent by Feng Lan, including various luxury appearances and mounts, all paid for by Feng Lan. After all, even though the male lead's family was well-off, spending so much money in the game was out of the question. It could be said that without Feng Lan, the guild would not have developed to this extent.

In the past two months, Red Dust Swordsman had almost depleted the gold left by Feng Lan, which explains why he was so eager to see Ling Chunann log into the game.

As expected, the other side fell silent for a long time. During this, Ling Chunann opened the appearance interface of the account, which had hundreds of thousands of points but only a set of school uniforms from his sect, and seven-digit treasure coins, seemingly all spent on buying limited appearances for the male lead.

Shaking his head at such foolishness, Ling Chunann closed the marketplace page, uninterested in the game data.

Just then, Red Dust Swordsman replied, diverting from the previous topic.

[Private Chat] [Red Dust Swordsman] whispers: "Master, coming to the battlefield? The guild is forming a team."

Ling Chunann chuckled, greeted his two teammates, and logged off. Shu Yiheng would surely nag him again if he saw him playing for so long.

Meanwhile, Red Dust Swordsman was so frustrated that he threw his keyboard.

An Ning, who was in the same voice chat room, was startled by the sudden noise and asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"

After a while, Red Dust Swordsman responded, "It's nothing, the keyboard accidentally fell to the floor."

098 was beside itself with laughter recounting the male lead's reaction, finding his inability to vent openly very satisfying. However, it soon realized another issue, "Host, what if this lowers the male lead's affection towards you?"

"Don't worry, that won't happen," Ling Chunann answered lazily.

098 felt reassured, having learned to consider things from Ling Chunann's perspective. Even if it didn't understand, aligning with Ling Chunann's stance was never wrong.

After dinner, Shu Yiheng, finding Ling Chunann dozing off in his arms, carried him back to the room, prepared a bath for him, and tucked him into bed. As he was about to return to the bathroom, Ling Chunann caught the hem of his shirt, "What's wrong, darling?"

"I need to visit the school tomorrow." Feng Lan was currently in his second year of university but had scarcely attended since the semester began due to being preoccupied with the game. With the end of the semester approaching, Ling Chunann felt it necessary to check the exam schedule.

"Okay, I'll accompany you," Shu Yiheng tucked Ling Chunann's hand back under the blanket and stroked his head, "I'll tidy up a bit, you go to sleep."

"You have plans tomorrow, there's no need to accompany me," Ling Chunann refused, "I'm just going to inquire about the exams."

After a three-second stare, Shu Yiheng conceded, "Alright, I'll drive you to school tomorrow, then come pick you up after you're done."

"Okay," Ling Chunann nodded.

"Host, are you really going for the exam?" Shu Yiheng left, and

098 voiced its suspicion.

"What else?" Ling Chunann asked, narrowing his eyes.

098 was momentarily speechless, then started flipping through the plot records. After a while, it had an epiphany, "Final exams next Monday, tomorrow is Friday..." It was the day the male and female leads meet in reality for the first time. 098 held back the rest of its thoughts as Ling Chunann had fallen asleep, not wanting to disturb him.

Whether due to the abrupt world shift or other factors, Ling Chunann's mental and physical conditions were not great in this world, primarily manifesting in excessive sleepiness and cold sensitivity. If unoccupied, he could sleep up to twenty hours a day.

Fortunately, his heart condition hadn't worsened, much to 098's relief, as its fifty thousand energy points hadn't been wasted.

The next morning, Ling Chunann woke up early for a change. After breakfast and being wrapped in several layers of clothing plus a down jacket by Shu Yiheng, along with a hat, scarf, and gloves, he was allowed to leave.

Even so, Ling Chunann couldn't help but shiver upon stepping outside. Though the snow had been cleared from the ground, trees and flower beds were blanketed in white, and the chill in the air made one shudder. He was quickly enveloped in Shu Yiheng's warm embrace, leaning into the warmth. Shu Yiheng kissed Ling Chunann's cold nose tenderly before placing him in the car.

Looking at the snowflakes outside the car window, Ling Chunann felt as if in a different world. He believed he finally understood the true difference between intermediate and primary worlds.

As 098 had said, this world's settings were more comprehensive, closer to reality, not that his abilities were diminished, but rather they were more aligned with the world's settings. With this thought, Ling Chunann turned to look at Shu Yiheng.

"What are you thinking about, darling?" Shu Yiheng asked.

Blinking, Ling Chunann suddenly smiled, "Nothing much, Yiheng, I just realized how handsome you are."

"You're the most beautiful," Shu Yiheng returned the smile, pinching Ling Chunann's face with a hint of distress in his eyes, "Why haven't you gained any weight?"

098: "...If I remember correctly, the host has gained at least ten pounds in the past two months! He's still a bit thin, but at least he looks like a normal person now. Where did he get the idea he hasn't gained weight? And he's even grown taller."

Shu Yiheng showed remarkable adaptability to this nickname.

After dropping Ling Chunann off at the school gate and being stopped from following him in, Shu Yiheng waited reluctantly until Ling Chunann disappeared from view before driving away.

In the counselor's office, a middle-aged male teacher with glasses respectfully handed Ling Chunann an A4 paper, "Feng student, this is the exam schedule for this semester, starting next Monday until Friday. Does the timing work for you?"

"It's fine," Ling Chunann glanced at the schedule, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."

"You're welcome," Mr. Zhang smiled, aware of the new library being funded by the Feng family still under construction at the school and not wanting to offend the financial deity before him, "Is there anything else, Feng student?"

"Nothing more, I'll be leaving now," Ling Chunann nodded.

"Alright, let me walk you out," Mr. Zhang stood up.

"No need, I know the way," Ling Chunann declined the overly eager counselor's offer and left the office.

"Good, please let your family know the new library construction is progressing smoothly and is expected to be completed by the middle of next year," Mr. Zhang beamed as he escorted Ling Chunann to the door.

"Host, the original story didn't mention the Feng family donating to the school, and Feng Lan was failed in all subjects due to missing the exams," 098 said, "I just checked, and there's been no recent financial transaction from the Feng family to the school's account."

"Check Shu Yiheng's account," Ling Chunann suggested.

"There it is, the adult transferred a sum to the school's account two months ago," 098 admired, "Host, you're truly prescient."

Ling Chunann didn't continue the topic, "By the way, what's the male lead's current affection level?"

"Host, 30%." This was after Ling Chunann had gained 20% since arriving in this world, raising it from the 10% affection the male lead had for Feng Lan despite his wholehearted efforts. Ling Chunann's colder treatment seemed to have increased it more than before, proving the male lead's lack of conscience.

"Hmm."

Outside the teaching building, snow began to fall again, soon turning into a heavy snowfall. As

the bell rang, students without umbrellas were trapped on the corridors, with some boys and girls coming over with umbrellas to pick others up.

An Ning retracted her envious gaze, worried about the growing snow. She had promised to participate in a guild activity on time today, knowing her master disliked tardiness.

Just as she was about to dash out, a girl with flushed cheeks ran up and tapped her shoulder, "Classmate, someone brought you an umbrella."

"Who sent it?" An Ning took the umbrella, puzzled. Her roommates were all away today, and although some had pursued her, their lack of emotional intelligence led to rejection. So, none of her suitors would have thought to be so considerate, especially to have someone else deliver it. If it were someone pursuing her, they'd likely want to announce it to the whole world rather than being so discreet.

Thinking this, An Ning felt an increased fondness for the mysterious benefactor.

"He said he's a senior from the neighboring economics college, a sophomore. I haven't seen him around the school before." The girl was still blushing, glancing slyly towards the back, "I've delivered the umbrella, I'll be going now." She added, "I'm so envious of you."

An Ning, catching the girl's glance, followed her line of sight and met a pair of beautiful, clean eyes filled with a warm smile. She intended to thank him, but he gestured for her not to come over and then turned away.

"Host, why did you send the umbrella to the female lead?" 098 was somewhat displeased, noting that the host only brought one umbrella himself.

"Can you check the female lead's affection level?" Ling Chunann asked.

"...No," 098 felt defeated.

"Then assume I did it to disrupt the male and female leads' first encounter," Ling Chunann shrugged. In the original story, An Ning didn't have an umbrella, fell in the snow, and was helped by the male lead, discovering they were mentor and mentee in the game. Their relationship progressed smoothly from there. Ling Chunann's action of providing the umbrella effectively interrupted this first encounter, making his explanation valid.

"..."

An Ning returned to her dorm, dazed, setting up the umbrella to dry. The image of that smile lingered in her mind, even forgetting to turn on her computer.

It wasn't until her roommate returned that she snapped back to reality, realizing she had forgotten to ask for his name.

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