They say that when a person dies, every glorious moment of their life flashes through their mind. After more than ten straight days of nonstop travel and competition, You Zhi successfully won the trophy at a world-class gaming tournament.
That same night, world-class jungler You Zhi collapsed onto his mechanical keyboard.
Before dying suddenly, You Zhi heard a line drift into his ears from an audio drama that some girl from one of the teams was playing.
“This is my child! Whether I keep it or not is my decision! I’m already pregnant with your child! You still aren’t going to marry me?!”
When You Zhi opened his eyes again, he found himself in a hospital.
The entire ward was filled with a faint milky fragrance. It was not unpleasant.
You Zhi sucked in a breath. Why did his stomach hurt this badly?! His neck hurt too!
He touched his neck. It was swollen and distended, sending a shiver all the way down his back. Had some lump swollen up there?
“You Zhi!” Yan Fan hurried over, looking worried. “How are you? Does it still hurt? Should I call a doctor?”
You Zhi narrowed his eyes, trying to identify the person in front of him, then slapped his hand away. “Who are you?”
Yan Fan froze. “Bro? Don’t tell me you gave birth and lost your memory too?”
You Zhi: ?
Yan Fan spent more than ten excited minutes explaining beside the hospital bed before You Zhi finally sorted everything out. So he had transmigrated into some disgusting AO mpreg audio drama?
He vaguely remembered a girl from his team mentioning the ending of this character. Mainly because the character had the same name as him, so he had casually listened in.
It seemed he was just ordinary cannon fodder. He gave birth, then the male A threw him two million and left him to fend for himself.
Well, damn. The cannon fodder certainly lived up to his role: he “fended for himself” that very day by jumping out of the hospital window.
You Zhi processed that for a moment, rolled himself up in the blanket, and muttered, “I am definitely having a psychotic break.”
“Bro, it’s fine. You can still have another kid—[For explicit and clean fiction updates, join group 152275281]—I told you before, using a child to threaten someone like this was never going to win sympathy from those scumbag As,” Yan Fan said.
You Zhi twitched the corner of his mouth, flung the blanket open, and said, “I. Cannot. Have. Babies!”
“Mm! Pregnancy makes you dumb for three years. I’ll understand from now on,” Yan Fan said.
Gritting his teeth, You Zhi repeated every word distinctly. “I. Cannot. Have. Babies.”
You Zhi had been a championship player who had swept up countless international tournament awards, bewitched thousands of girls, had men throwing themselves onto his bed one after another, and had spent more than a decade playing the field.
And after dying, he had somehow transmigrated into an mpreg novel?
Fortunately, You Zhi consoled himself.
At least he was alive.
There seemed to have been one very important point in the plot he had just sorted through.
Two million!
Other than that idiot cannon fodder, who would choose romance over money? Obviously you chose the money.
How did that saying go again? People who date accomplish nothing; people who chase money thrive.
Even in the real world, You Zhi had been an utterly clearheaded slave to money. Making money came first!
You Zhi abruptly sat up, sucked in a breath at the pain, and began brainwashing himself aloud. “Actually, this isn’t so bad. I’ve just become an omega and can’t fuck men anymore. Whatever. The kid was taken away anyway, so I’ll pretend I never gave birth and keep living my carefree life. I’ve just changed worlds. It’s no big deal.”
Yan Fan pursed his lips beside him and reached out to feel You Zhi’s forehead. “Bro, you didn’t actually go stupid, did you?”
You Zhi clicked his tongue, slapped his hand away, picked up the check on the bedside table, and flicked it with a finger. “I’ll take things as they come.”
That same day, You Zhi slipped out of the hospital.
“You Zhi, you just gave birth. You can’t leave the hospital yet. If you don’t recover properly, your heats are definitely going to be twice as painful from now on. Suppressants won’t even work then.” Yan Fan chased after him.
You Zhi had not even changed clothes. Still wearing a hospital gown as he walked down the street, hands tucked into his pockets, he asked, “What’s a heat? What are suppressants?”
Yan Fan: ?
“Oh no. My bro really did go stupid,” Yan Fan said, clutching his head.
Ignoring him, You Zhi had Yan Fan help him find an apartment and, while he was at it, spent money on a complete set of the newest gaming equipment. To him, gaming was life.
“Hey, how old am I now?” You Zhi changed out of the hospital gown and into a pink hoodie he had just bought. The face in the mirror did not look all that unfamiliar.
In fact, he looked quite similar to the You Zhi from the real world: strikingly handsome, although the contours of his brows and eyes were much softer than before.
Yan Fan stared at the pink hoodie for a long moment. “Uh, twenty-three.”
You Zhi sucked in a breath and stroked his chin. “Then I’m already past the best age for youth training.”
You Zhi had originally planned to go straight back to being a professional esports player, but at his age, he might not even be able to keep up with the training those little brats did.
Forget it. He had been a model worker in his last life and won so many major awards. He could take it easy in this one.
“Brother Zhi, you never used to wear colors this bright,” Yan Fan muttered.
You Zhi gave an “oh.” “That was before. Remember this: I like bright colors now. Not only am I going to wear them, I’m dyeing this hair pink too.”
One day later, You Zhi looked at himself in the mirror.
Pink-haired young man, pink hoodie, gray sweatpants. The outfit made him look tall and lean. He had even gotten several ear piercings and hung earrings from all of them, jingling everywhere and looking outrageously flashy.
At least it finally suppressed that sickly aura.
Once he put on sunglasses, You Zhi finally felt a little like his old self again.
You Zhi came out of the fitting room and asked Yan Fan, “How do I look?”
Yan Fan was so shocked that he dropped his phone. Was this really the same You Zhi who used to wear dark colors all the time, looking like a timid wage slave?!
“Remember this.” You Zhi patted Yan Fan on the shoulder. “This is what your big bro is supposed to look like.”
Yan Fan suddenly hugged You Zhi and rubbed himself against him. “Brother Zhi! Why aren’t you an alpha? You’re so handsome, so handsome—illegally handsome!”
You Zhi ruffled his hair. “I’m also astonished by that question.”
Changing sex really did affect a person. In the past, You Zhi had been the kind who could stand unshaken in a sea of flowers, but now, faced with a small, obedient man like Yan Fan rubbing against him, he did not react in the slightest.
Was this the so-called incompatibility of pheromones?
“If only I were an A.” You Zhi gritted his teeth.
Yan Fan sniffed, then suddenly looked up at him. “Brother Zhi, did you forget to spray blocker?”
You Zhi stared blankly. “What is that?”
Yan Fan was already used to his current lack of common sense and explained, “It blocks pheromones. If you don’t spray it, your pheromones will leak out and alphas will notice you.”
You Zhi swore and touched the mark at the back of his neck. “What a pain in the ass.”
“Hello.” A very gentlemanly-looking man walked over. “Excuse me… do you need help?”
The man stared directly at You Zhi, his gaze roaming over him with obvious bad intentions.
You Zhi narrowed his eyes. In his own understanding, there was no A-or-O distinction. All he recognized was that this guy was a top.
“Would you like me to take you to buy blocker? I know the nearest shop. Afterward, we could get coffee together and watch a movie?” The man looked You Zhi up and down.
Yan Fan silently tugged at You Zhi’s clothes.
You Zhi patted his hand to show it was fine. His freshly dyed hair still made his roots ache a little, so he raked a hand through it.
He stepped forward until he stood right in front of the man. “You trying to pick me up?”
“Just getting acquainted, maybe developing a relationship.” The man smiled with narrowed eyes.
It disgusted You Zhi. He had stopped using pickup lines this amateurish to hook men centuries ago.
You Zhi lifted his chin and said lazily, “Are you even bigger than me, and you still dare hit on me?”
The man froze.
You Zhi ignored him, grabbed Yan Fan by the arm, and hauled him outside.
Once they reached the entrance, Yan Fan hugged him again. “Brother Zhi, if you were an A, I’d definitely sleep with you.”
“Good boy.” You Zhi laughed, amused.
Yan Fan took You Zhi to buy pheromone blocker, suppressants, and all kinds of postpartum supplements. Every time the words “gave birth” came up, You Zhi felt a strange sense of unreality. This had actually happened to him, for fuck’s sake…
“So do I smell bad? Why can’t I smell it myself?” You Zhi wrinkled his nose.
Yan Fan nodded. “I mean this with absolutely no sexual intent, okay? Your pheromones smell like milky sandalwood, so you have this soft milky scent.”
The corner of You Zhi’s mouth twitched.
A milky scent?
You Zhi decided he was going to soak himself in pheromone blocker every single day from now on.
What kind of shitty character setup was this? Milky sandalwood? Was this cannon-fodder character supposed to be the kind who burped milk, drooled idiotically while calling people ‘big brother,’ and pouted and stomped his feet whenever he wanted to act spoiled?
You Zhi ground his teeth. He was not that type!
“Anyway, you absolutely, absolutely have to remember: stay away from every A. Not a single one of them is any good.”
Hardcore top You Zhi helplessly accepted his new setting as a milk-scented omega, switched on the computer, and waved a hand. “All right, little rabbit. I know more than you do.”
Yan Fan went home. You Zhi’s hands had been itching to play for ages, so he immediately started a match.
Fortunately, the games in the two worlds were not very different. One look at the original body’s hands—without even a single callus—and You Zhi knew for sure that this person had never played esports seriously.
You Zhi logged into the game, first dumped tens of thousands into it to buy all the equipment, heroes, and so on, then hurried to grind levels.
Give him one night and he could create a miracle.
After playing for more than ten hours straight, You Zhi successfully climbed to the star-ranked tier: Diamond.
“This rank should be enough to deal with those people, right…” You Zhi thought aloud.
Over the past few days he had bought quite a lot from QuickBuy: cat-ear headphones, idol-style headsets, a gaming chair, phone stand, sound card, and so on and so forth.
Everything was multicolored. You Zhi liked it.
As for why he bought all this—
After analyzing his current situation, You Zhi concluded that he was basically a retired player now. Retired players either became streamers or lived off their past glory.
The only “past glory” You Zhi had to live off was the two million he had earned by giving birth.
He had always spent money freely. That amount would not even last him a few years. He needed to make money.
With his clear understanding of how good-looking he was—and, of course, esports skills no ordinary person could match—he resolutely marched into the livestreaming industry.
He set up the streaming equipment, adjusted the devices, put on a pair of pink cat-ear headphones, fixed his pink hair in front of the camera, and sucked in a breath.
Yeah. Another day successfully stunned by his own handsomeness.
You Zhi spent several thousand to buy himself tens of thousands of views first. As long as he could hook some fans out of that initial traffic, those people would bring in more people, who would bring in more people, who would bring in more people…
You Zhi joined a matchmaking queue in the game first, then started the livestream.
As soon as hero selection began, You Zhi chose jungle.
He could actually play every lane. Back when he had been a trainee, the coaches had trained him in all roles, but at heart, he was a jungler.
You Zhi’s ID: YourDaddyZhiIsSuperAwesome.
Partway through, a few dozen viewers entered the livestream. Most had come for his looks. When choosing the stream category, You Zhi had selected “Looks” without hesitation.
As for why, compared with his face and his skills—
Obviously, his face was the more magnificent of the two.
[Streamer is so handsome! A or O?]
[Probably A. That vibe doesn’t look like an O.]
You Zhi took a lollipop from the pen holder beside him, held it between his lips, swept his tongue around it once, and stared at the comments. “Are A and O the only options?”
Comments: ???
[…There’s also beta.]
You Zhi gave an “oh.” “Then I’m a beta.”
Comments: Then I’m a beta?! What kind of terrifying statement is that?! Bro doesn’t even know what his own secondary sex is?
