My Childhood Sweetheart Is a Crazy Beauty - Chapter 33 - Who and Who

[What is the method to distinguish the gender of the Thunder Rat?]

[What is the attribute of the Thorn Seahorse?]

[What is the superpower trick that the Lipstick Magnet Monster can learn?]

The last science subject of the college entrance exam suddenly became the basic knowledge of Phantom Beasts!

Chen Qiyue, who was sitting behind the desk, had a bewildered face.

Well… well…

Looking at the contents of this test paper and the surrounding students who had their heads buried in their books, the corners of Chen Qiyue’s mouth twitched.

He must be dreaming.

Or else this world was crazy!

…

Inside the Phantom Beast Feeding House

“Sir, which one do you really want to buy?” the female receptionist asked weakly.

Chen Qiyue pointed at one of the Phantom Beast eggs. “I’ll take it!”

“Okay, I’ll take it down for you.”

“Wait! I’ll take this one!”

Chen Qiyue pointed to another egg.

“Okay, do you still want to change it?”

“Wait!”

The female receptionist was speechless.

Half an hour later

Chen Qiyue happily walked away holding the black, unattractive egg with a few blue spots in his arms.

The female receptionist suddenly turned pale, her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground, crying.

“He was such a bad person. He deliberately pointed out all these Phantom Beast eggs.”

Chen Qiyue spread his hands. “Well, I had to make better use of my cheats.”

“Ahem, I’m a decent person!”

The fallen Sky Knight was the sky's tears,and with altitude still at hand, he wouldn't give up,Blood and Fire and Iron descended from the heavens,Behold, the heavens were crying!The roaring soul was rising through the sky!!!

As a high-risk individual, Ye Sangsang received an invitation to the beta test of the holographic game “Criminal Files.”As a game known for its high degree of freedom, high adaptability, and extremely realistic simulations based on real criminal cases, its beta release garnered significant attention.As a condition of the beta test, she was required to livestream her gameplay.Delicate, beautiful, and silent—these were the words often associated with Ye Sangsang.As a game that had captured the nation’s high expectations, many were baffled when they saw Ye Sangsang.This was quickly followed by ridicule.“Someone like her playing from the criminal’s perspective? The victim would probably turn the tables on her.”“Is she going in as an investigator? A beautiful but useless burden?”“The victim escaping alive? Don’t make me laugh.”But as the cases progressed, Ye Sangsang gradually left the audience in awe.“The criminal!!! Oh no, lock her up, I’m terrified of how she kills!”“Investigation? Come on, can you guys keep up with Sangsang’s pace?”“The victim! Ahhh, what a bloody battlefield!”The livestream chat, once filled with skepticism, eventually overflowed with admiration.Some even began to suspect that she might actually be a high-intelligence criminal herself.It wasn’t until later that Ye Sangsang’s holographic crime scene simulations helped solve one real-life case after another.Audience: ???!!!Ye Sangsang, facing the camera: Please note, I only perform once.[Reading Tips:]1. This story is set in a futuristic, fictional world with holographic crime simulation games. Everything is virtual, so please do not draw parallels to reality.2. Some parts of the story may reference real-life cases.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”