At the same time, in the Lin family villa.
“Why is my room so small while Lin Yue’s is so big?”
“This isn’t fair!”
Wen Wan heard Lin Yi Shi’s complaints and gave him a once-over.
Lin Yi Shi: “?”
Lin Yi Shi had a bad feeling.
The next second, he heard Wen Wan gently ask in return.
“You’re comparing yourself to Yueyue?”
Lin Yi Shi: “…”
Lin Yi Shi understood—this meant he wasn’t worthy.
Wen Wan didn’t indulge him at all: “If you’re not satisfied, you can go sleep on the sofa.”
“You’d really make your son who just returned home sleep on the sofa?” Lin Yi Shi protested.
“I’m your biological son, you know!”
Hearing this, Wen Wan was slightly taken aback.
But it lasted less than half a second, and no one noticed.
Her next words were light and airy: “So what?”
“If you weren’t my son, you wouldn’t even have the right to step through this door.”
Alright, that was true.
But—
This favoritism was just too blatant, without even trying to hide it from him.
Although, he was somewhat used to it and didn’t really mind.
He just had a big mouth.
Lin Heng watched Wen Wan teasing Lin Yi Shi, shook his head with a smile, and stood up from the sofa: “Alright, stop teasing Yi Shi. The company’s annual party is about to start, and we’re running late. Let’s go.”
Wen Wan hummed in agreement and, while Lin Yi Shi wasn’t paying attention, pinched his cheek: “Alright, there’s a computer in the gaming room that you’ve been wanting for a long time. Go check it out yourself.”
Hearing this, Lin Yi Shi’s eyes immediately lit up, and he ran toward the gaming room.
“Holy shit!”
“Mom, I love you!”
When he came out after his excitement, he saw Wen Wan changed into a new outfit, holding onto Lin Heng’s arm.
“You’re just going to leave me at home as soon as I arrive?”
Wen Wan glanced back at him. Lin Yi Shi thought they had finally developed a conscience and were going to take him out for some good food.
Instead, he heard Wen Wan say: “Don’t touch the strawberry cake in the fridge. That’s for your sister. If you want to eat, order your own.”
Lin Yi Shi: “…”
Lin Yi Shi was indignant. He had to see for himself what kind of charm Lin Yue had to make their parents dote on her so much!
As they were leaving, Wen Wan was still a bit worried.
“Is it really okay to leave the kids at home like this? Maybe we should let them spend some time together first.”
Lin Heng put his arm around her shoulder: “Don’t worry, kids have their own way of getting along. We shouldn’t interfere too much.”
“Besides, you know Yueyue—she gets along with everyone.” Lin Heng added: “And it’s about time someone disciplined that kid, Lin Yi Shi.”
Wen Wan sighed: “Alright then, I hope they can get along well.”
As soon as Lin Yue returned home from school, she heard a shout from the second floor.
“Fuck your mother!”
Lin Yue: “…”
She looked up toward the second floor—the sound was coming from the gaming room.
He just got off the plane and is already playing games. He’s adapting pretty quickly.
Lin Yue shook her head, put down her backpack, and went to the kitchen to get the strawberry cake.
Just as she came out carrying the cake, two more “civilized phrases” erupted from upstairs.
“A bunch of noobs, do you even know how to play the game?”
“Who am I? I’m your fucking dad!”
Lin Yue thought Lin Yi Shi, having lived abroad for so long, wouldn’t be very fluent in Chinese. But his Chinese wasn’t just fluent—it was also… impressively eloquent.
Lin Yue picked up the cake and her backpack, intending to ignore the noise and go back to her room to do her homework.
Her room was right next to the gaming room, a spot she had to pass by whenever she went upstairs.
The gaming room door was wide open, making it impossible for Lin Yue not to glance inside. At a glance, she saw a boy over 1.8 meters tall sitting in front of the computer, wearing her pink bunny headphones.
It looked utterly bizarre no matter how she looked at it.
“Fuck, I told you guys not to fucking shoot! What the hell are you shooting at!”
Lin Yi Shi cursed angrily while operating the controls.
Lin Yue glanced at his computer screen and realized he was playing PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds.
Then, she was utterly blinded by Lin Yi Shi’s “brilliant” gameplay. Hearing him shout so loudly, she had assumed he was a pro, but it turned out he was just a noob clumsily pecking at the keyboard.
Having some rare free time today, Lin Yue walked in holding a cake.
Lin Yi Shi, wearing headphones, was completely unaware. His volume was turned up so loud that Lin Yue could hear everything even standing beside him.
They were all just little brats, their voices still carrying the immaturity of youth—probably just starting middle school.
They collectively blamed Lin Yi Shi.
“You were the one who fucking shot first, okay!”
“You gave away my position, and now you’re still here yapping!”
“Trash skills and still talking shit, you little brat.”
Lin Yue noticed these kids were all “civilized cursers,” as if they couldn’t speak without dragging their mothers into it.
Lin Yi Shi slammed the table. “Who the fuck are you calling little? Say it again!”
The other side, clearly asking for a beating, kept stepping on Lin Yi Shi’s sore spots.
“You, that’s who! Little brat, little everywhere.”
Lin Yi Shi couldn’t take it and started boasting recklessly. “Little your mom! If you’ve got the guts, let’s solo after this round!”
“Solo it is! You think I’m scared?”
Amidst all the cursing and “your mom, my mom” exchanges, their team went all out, only to be completely wiped out in less than half a minute.
Lin Yi Shi took off his headphones, ready to throw them down in anger as usual, but when he caught a glimpse of the pink color, he realized they weren’t his headphones and put them back.
Instead, he furiously punched the desk.
Lin Yue couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.
Hearing the sound, Lin Yi Shi turned around and realized someone was standing beside him.
Taking in the gentle and soft appearance, there was no doubt—it was his nominal older sister.
Lin Yue held the strawberry cake, scooped a spoonful into her mouth, and let the sweet, creamy flavor mixed with the tangy taste of strawberries spread across her palate.
Looking at Lin Yi Shi’s shocked and annoyed face, she slowly said,
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a ‘delicious’ performance.”
In other words, you suck.
Just as Lin Yue expected, Lin Yi Shi exploded at the slightest provocation.
His eyes wide with anger, he glared at Lin Yue. “Who are you calling trash?”
“I didn’t say anything,” Lin Yue replied calmly. “Whoever responds is trash.”
Lin Yi Shi was so angry his mind went blank, but faced with her expression, he couldn’t bring himself to spew the same vulgar insults he used on others.
Because her mother was his mother—insulting her would be insulting himself.
Lin Yi Shi was left fuming but unable to vent, his face flushing bright red.
And he couldn’t even refute her directly because… there was some truth to what she said.
Just as he was about to suffocate from holding it in, Lin Yue tilted her chin toward the computer screen. “The person you challenged to a solo match is here.”
It was the same group from earlier.
Lin Yi Shi had just been talking big—he knew his own skill level and hadn’t actually planned to solo. But his arrogant attitude earlier had been witnessed entirely by Lin Yue.
If he backed out now, it would make him look pathetic.
Gritting his teeth, Lin Yi Shi accepted the invitation.
As soon as he joined, the other side started trash-talking.
“Little brat, let your big brother teach you what it means to be the Sniper God. I’ll make you cry and run to your mommy.”
Lin Yi Shi: “Cry your ass off! I’m the one who’s gonna show you who’s the real daddy!”
The two were having a one-on-one duel in the small map. Lin Yi Shi had been sniped several times, and his already short temper was now boiling over.
The mechanical keyboard clattered furiously under his fingers as his in-game character sprayed bullets wildly, fully expressing the rage burning inside him.
Seeing Lin Yi Shi’s ears flushed red with anger, Lin Yue couldn’t stand watching any longer. She patted his shoulder, intending to take over for a couple of rounds.
“Noob.”
She had barely opened her mouth, not yet able to utter her next words, when Lin Yi Shi turned around furiously. “I told you I’m not a noob!”
“Mhm.” Lin Yue nodded and said, “Noob, your character just died again.”
Lin Yi Shi: “Damn it!”
His face flushed crimson as he tried to explain, “It’s not that I’m bad—he’s just playing dirty!”
“You have no idea how hard this move is. If you don’t believe me, you try!”
As if suddenly finding an excuse to shift the blame, Lin Yi Shi stood up and offered his seat. “You do it!”
Lin Yue glanced at him and placed the cake she was holding into his hands. “Alright then, let me see just how hard it really is.”
Before Lin Yi Shi could process the half of a pink cake now in his hands, he heard a loud “bang” through his headphones.
He looked up just in time to see the player who had turned him into Swiss cheese moments ago fall from the steel pipe.
Lin Yi Shi: “!”