Chapter 6: [Laundry Duty!]

Chapter 6: [Laundry Duty!]

Sunday. 7:00 AM.

Zhang Ye had tossed all night fantasizing about stardom when his door creaked open—only two people had keys: him and his landlady.

The studio apartment offered no privacy. "Kid, awake?" Rao Aimin's voice dripped honeyed venom as she perched on his bed. "Since you're starting at the radio station tomorrow…" A calculator materialized in her hands. "Your rent's now 2,662 yuan. Plus this month's internet fee—80 extra."

Zhang Ye yawned theatrically. "What was that first part again?"

"Are. You. Awake."

He yanked the blanket over his head. "Now I'm asleep!"

"Brat!" She smacked his blanket-clad leg. "Can't pay? Earn it! My place needs cleaning. Now."

8:00 AM. Landlady's Lair.

Rao's duplex sprawled across the pricey Beijing corridor she wholly owned—a mystery wrapped in thrift-store chic. Today's outfit: outdated blouse, ankle-length skirt, scuffed flats. Yet she wore them like runway couture.

"Wash the windows. Mop floors. Laundry." She sipped tea, enthroned on her sofa. "Hand-wash the delicates."

Groaning, Zhang Ye scrubbed. His only solace? Checking the game ring's interface between chores. Fame Points: 99,999 → 100,000. One more point from Rao's begrudging respect.

Noon. Payoff.

"Not terrible." Rao inspected sun-drying lingerie. "Lunch's on me." She vanished into the kitchen, leaving her ancient Shan Hai Jing tome behind—one of the few relics unchanged by the game's reality warp.

As aromas of real food (not instant noodles!) wafted over, Zhang Ye initiated his 100,000 Fame Gacha spin. The wheel landed on Consumables again.

[Bad Luck Sticker]: Apply to target. Five minutes of catastrophic misfortune.

Zhang Ye stared at the cartoonish band-aid. "This is my superhero origin story?"