Chapter 185: Such Point Farming, Tsk Tsk
[Nuwa System loaded for three months, system data updated, Zhang Yang, Preparatory Savior! Main mission success rate 1.0PPM, completed five authorized M-level missions, system points -28, title: Morally Corrupt Bastard, physical index 68 points, luck index 3, full value one hundred. Based on current points, you will not receive this month's index point allocation. Two missions pending: M-level Find the Star Mender Mission, incomplete, task postponed; F-level hidden system mission, resolve the estrangement between Yang Fei and her father, postponed.]
The system refresh time had passed, and it was a bit of a pity that Zhang Yang ultimately didn't find the third Star Mender. Because of the negative points, he didn't receive any index points this month either. As for the F-level mission, there were now some clues showing up, but of course, it was still far from completion. But none of that mattered.
There was still plenty of time to find the Star Menders, and he wasn't in a rush to earn index points. The F-level mission could wait too.
What was important was that he seemed to have found a great way to farm points fast, though the method was seriously wicked…
"Successfully subdued the thirty-second Star Mender with loyalty above ninety once, rewarded with three system points!" Zhang Yang had never thought the system could be this adorable—and this evil. From the looks of it, that 'subdue' probably meant climax…
And he had just learned that Advanced Bedroom Technique. Truly a gift from heaven at the perfect time. First use, three points in hand. Though compared to beating up thugs or doing good deeds, it took a lot more effort and "cost," it was absolutely way more pleasurable than running around aimlessly looking for troublemakers. He was happy to bear this "loss."
But of course.
Zhang Yang hadn't fully confirmed this yet. Originally, he wanted to test it again with Xu Danlu in another intense round, but the girl clutched her lower part, squeezed her thighs together, and refused to death. People always said men were scared of "one more round."
He didn't expect even a girl to be scared of "one more round."
Plus, she had just recovered and been discharged, her whole body still exhausted. Zhang Yang couldn't bring himself to push her any further, so he reluctantly let her sleep.
On his phone, Qiao Xier sent a picture.
Zhang Yang glanced at it—it was a photo she'd taken that morning, pouting and posing at a forty-five-degree angle. In the picture, ponytailed Qiao Xier and Zhang Yang looked like they weren't wearing a single thing. Qiao Xier's pouting lips were adorable, and her full white breasts pressed tightly against Zhang Yang's chest like squished balloons. Though no nipples were exposed, it was more than enough to stir wild imaginations.
Blood surged.
With a photo like that, if anyone said nothing happened between them, they'd have to be an idiot.
She'd even attached a message!
"Zhang Yang, you better keep this photo safe. Sis will check anytime. If you lose it, I'll stab you to death."
This woman—when she got fierce, no one could mess with her.
Zhang Yang thought for a moment and replied: "Set it as my wallpaper?"
"You dare? If you dare, I'll take your nudes and plaster them all over the streets to advertise for rich women looking for surrogate fathers."
"Alright then, I'll just put it in a private folder. Big Sis, hackers are scary these days. If that picture leaks, we'll be in for quite a show."
"Sis knows what she's doing."
"When's your period over?"
"Get lost… Sis is busy!"
Zhang Yang chuckled, grabbed his phone, casually threw on a robe, and walked to the window. In the distance, the headquarters of Nuwa Future Technology Company was taking shape. At the current pace, the framework would be complete in about half a year—maybe even ready for move-in if things sped up.
Time flew by. Another month had passed. The system had been loaded for three months now. In those three months, his life had completely turned upside down—beyond imagination.
Now, his life's path was destined to take a completely different direction—one that would be hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times tougher than before, when he was just another graduate drifting aimlessly.
But he believed it would also be hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times more exciting. One path led to dying in mediocrity, the other to burning bright in glory. People are born to die anyway—who doesn't want a badass life?
"Yangzi." Behind him, Xu Danlu had woken up at some point. From beneath the white sheets, she sat up, the warm air of the room allowing her to bare her proud twin peaks without hesitation, squinting her eyes as she stared at Zhang Yang's back.
"Awake?" Zhang Yang turned and looked at her, noticing her snowy breasts trembling challengingly toward him. Then he thought about the workers outside—though there was a wall, it still felt unsafe. If someone climbed high enough with a telescope…
But then he remembered—the glass was special. You could see out clearly, but from the outside, all they'd see was reflection.
Zhang Yang poured her a glass of water. Xu Danlu held it in both hands, took a sip, and smiled sweetly at him. "Thanks, hubby!"
The word "hubby" sounded wonderful. Zhang Yang couldn't resist sitting by the bed, wrapping his arm around her slim waist, and kissing her.
Xu Danlu bit her lips, tilted her head, and gave Zhang Yang an extremely seductive look. "Yangzi, be honest—how did you suddenly get so good?"
"So good at what?" Zhang Yang asked, pretending not to know.
"Hmph, you know." Xu Danlu lowered her gaze toward Zhang Yang's crotch, took another sip of water, and muttered, "Stop pretending."
Zhang Yang's heart stirred. He reached out and squeezed her soft flesh, making Xu Danlu tremble. "I'm drinking water, stop it."
"Who told you to talk nonsense." Zhang Yang teased, sliding his hand slowly toward her navel, inching toward her forbidden zone. "So I'm this good now… does that mean before I couldn't satisfy you?"
"No, that's not it…" Xu Danlu's stomach tingled, half ticklish, half numb. She instinctively smacked his hand away, nearly spilling her drink. "You were great before too… but this time felt amazing…"
"Heh, then let's go again…"
"No…" Xu Danlu weakly resisted, her soft voice carrying zero authority.
"The water… the water, move it away…"
"Mmm… mmm…"
...
"I can't anymore, damn you Yangzi… You're draining me dry. You must've used something!" The exhausted Lulu lay limp on Zhang Yang's chest, then used her last bit of strength to slide down and check him carefully below. Finding nothing, she gave up and fell asleep right there.
Zhang Yang himself was also exhausted. Sure, a man shouldn't admit fatigue—but anyone would be dead tired after one or two hours straight. What do you think this is, a Japanese AV? Even those have editing cuts!
[System reminder: Host successfully subdued the thirty-second Star Mender with loyalty above ninety once, rewarded with three system points. Current system points: negative twenty-five. Title: Morally Corrupt Bastard.]
As expected, the wicked system gave him another three points…
Points were easy to earn, but damn, it was exhausting. Zhang Yang closed his eyes, too tired to stay awake.
When he woke again, it was already dark. He'd thought about farming another three points, but Xu Danlu refused no matter what, clutching her lower part and kicking him with her long bare legs.
"Gao Qi-jie's back. Go fuck her instead. I'm swollen…"
Zhang Yang gave up. But speak of the devil—Gao Qi called just then. She'd planned to send Lulu home together today, but got caught up with work.
As soon as she got off, she called Xu Danlu.
Xu Danlu glanced at Zhang Yang and shouted loudly, "Gao Qi-jie, hurry back! Help! I'm being tormented to death by our pervert!"
Gao Qi, being the bold and flirtatious woman she was, rushed back to the villa at lightning speed, charging straight into Zhang Yang's bedroom…
"Let's see how I'll deal with you!"
...
Two hours later, Gao Qi lay on Lulu's stomach, squeezing her boobs, and came to the same conclusion as Xu Danlu. "This guy must've invented a new drug… Super Indian Magic Oil."
Zhang Yang couldn't even bother explaining. He was more drained than ever, his body hollowed out, eyelids too heavy to lift.
Four times today. Twelve points total. But this was way harder than those so-called 'Seven-Times-a-Night Masters.' After all, both Gao Qi and Lulu were experienced veterans of the battlefield.
That confirmed one thing—the point farming condition was wicked. The target had to be a Star Mender with at least ninety loyalty.
Fine. Doing twelve points a day like this, a few hundred points and he'd probably be dead. Not even ten bottles of tonic pills could save him.
System points: negative nineteen!
The human mind works like that—seeing a negative number is just unbearable. And negative points had too many restrictions: no emergency aid, no help from the System Assistant, even luck dropped. So no matter what, Zhang Yang had to claw his points back into the positive within a few days. That was the only way.
At dinner, they counted heads and noticed Yang Jing wasn't there. Just as Zhang Yang was about to ask why, Lulu's phone rang.
She stepped out to take it, then returned and whispered to Zhang Yang, "Something happened at the Rehabilitation Center."
Gao Qi asked in surprise, "Something happened? It was fine when I came back."
"Someone's making trouble… saying our drug killed a patient. The family brought the body to the hospital entrance. Sister Yang Jing's surrounded, but luckily Wenzi and the others are there."
"Medical dispute?" Zhang Yang frowned. Something didn't feel that simple.