[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 10

last edited on ZLT: 25.05.22

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Ai Bei who had realised that their relationship seemed to be getting a bit intimate. The other players also seemed to have sensed something too. #1 had the poorest expression out of everyone. After all, he had always been allies with #3

Among the two other girls, #3 was the one in charge, but seeing how she had too little points, she decided to help #4 proceed to the next round. 

Ai Bei had already successfully proceeded to the next stage. Accordingly to the rules, #4’s mission target would now become #2. 

When #4 was making her selection on the interface, she realised that the auto-selected mission target was still #5, Ai Bei. She stopped and looked at the latter. 

#5 was really too inconspicuous as a girl. She was seated with her legs open with her hands pressed at the edge of the chair, her toes tapping lightly on the ground, as though an innocent, harmless child. 

#4 suddenly felt a sliver of cold snaking through her body. 

“Why are you still here.”

Ai Bei replied her leisurely: “The rules allow me to stay.”

This was quite a prickly situation for #4. Her forte lies in solving math problems, not issuing problems related to emotions, hence as to the setting she’d fixed in the first round; she’d intended to make things difficult for her. The second mission was also just a copy, and that to her was simple, she didn’t need to rack her brains to come up with something new. 

She’d thought about it after setting the mission. While #2 and Ai Bei‘s individual losses or gains would not directly affect each other, he might not deliberately make things difficult for Ai Bei like how he’d done towards her sister. This was a blind spot she’d missed; and at the same time, she was also impressed by Ai Bei’s problem solving abilities. 

She didn’t think she herself could be as emotionally intelligent as Ai Bei, so she had no idea how to end things for Ai Bei. 

Now what? ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 10 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢ 

She keyed in the mission in hesitation. 

“Hold on.” #3 noticed their conversation and was inspired, and so she grabbed her sister’s hand. Her lips coloured with a bright smile, she turned towards Ai Bei; it was a smile tinged with a hint of provocation. “I have an idea, why don’t you let them give it a go.” 

“Since they’re so tight.” 

In #3’s perspective, she’d despised #2 initially. It was a hatred motivated partly by disdain; he was in the position of a suitor and her the person being chased. But she must say that #2’s temper had changed; he’s become wilder. And such a roguish side was eliciting a feminine desire to conquer him. 

She didn’t see eye to eye with Ai Bei. When everyone had silently came to a mutual agreement to kick #2 out first, Ai Bei parachuted in like a saviour, thereby cutting off all her ties with #2. 

It’s not that #3 grew to like #2, it’s just her possessive instinct kicking in when she realised that her persistent suitor had now changed his mind. 

You weren’t good enough when you where pursuing me; now that you’ve grown, you changed your mind and fell in love with someone else. 

Galactic people were very open; relishing in skinship desires was akin to enjoying a delightful meal, lust and hunger were of an equal standing, and were both seen as natural, humane instincts. After putting in place an age-filter system, the government encouraged galactic residents to indulge in passionate entertainment while they still had time on their hands. 

The law was the same towards a couple of the same gender; there was no stigma nor special treatment. 

Hence, even though #3’s suggestion was rather brazen, it still went through the system successfully. However according to the Galactic Privacy Protection Law, if the involved parties did not agree, the private footage would not be released or made public. 

However, #2 was evidently a heterosexual. 

At her suggestion, the expression of the players in the training room changed slightly, yet remained untelling of their emotions. When she saw that #4 inputted the details according to her suggestion, #3 touched her nails, giving an enamouring smile, “I’m helping you to realise your wish, you’re welcome.” 

“Fuck you—” 

The furious #2 cursed halfway before Ai Bei clicked to enter the virtual world, leaving #2’s incomplete sentence hanging in the air. 

They returned back into the virtual world once again. It’s already one month later. While the other players were fulfilling their missions, the bodies of the inactive players will be “entrusted“ to the system to continue living out their routine lives accordingly. Ai Bei and #2’s bodies only spotted a few extra light scuffs here and there when they returned; nothing much had changed. 

The two of them stood facing each other. Both of them were wearing the same blue and white stripped prison uniform. The taller, tanner one between the two of them spotted a buzz cut, appearing fiercer after having been through prison life for a while now. The other one was half a head shorter, and looked much fresher and more dainty, much softer and more gullible. 

No matter what, it was still two guys. 

Slam!

#2 couldn’t reign in his anger so he gave a hard kick at the wall. 

“I don’t really know how to do it.” She looked at #2 hesitantly, her bright, clear eyes as though insinuating that he should know better, since he was the real guy among the two of them. 

#2’a vein popped, “the hell do I know.” 

Since both of them didn’t know, the only option left was to observe and learn. 

The male prison was quite a resource repository, things were happening all over the place. Later that night after showering, #2 was back in their cell. His unclothed body revealed his taut abs; #2 was halfway through wearing a shirt when Ai Bei stopped him in his tracks. 

His shirt halfway in, he shrugged it on before asking: “You want to shower?” 

Ai Bei’s situation was a little bit special. Usually she’d wait till everyone was done and get him to keep watch before she went in to shower. The prison had their own curfew and schedule, but it wasn’t something a little money couldn’t settle. 

She grabbed his wrist, tip-toed out and pulled him over to stand outside the bathroom. 

The lights from within spilled out the door, casting a pool of light on the ground. The two of them were hidden in the shadows beside the lit-up area as they listened to the water sounds. 

#2 was confused at her actions, before he seemed to catch the vague sound of water running, and some unusual sounds coming from inside the bathroom. 

Within the bathroom, two bodies were pressed against each other, engaging in their revolting activities. 

His eyes darkened, before he realised Ai Bei had too popped out her head to peep in. #2 pressed her head back in, and squatted down with her. When she turned around in disagreement, he placed a finger against his lips to gesture at her to keep quiet. 

The two of them were very close, so close to the point she could hearing him swallowing. 

Just as #2 was about to speak, she suddenly leant over and kissed his finger. If he’d moved his finger away the moment she leant in, her lips would definitely land on his. 

He could still feel the lingering warmth on his finger. 

He stood up with a swoosh. Ignoring the person tugging at him from behind, #2 started heading straight back. 

Ai Bei railed after him like a lost child. All the inmates in their cell had already went to sleep. He felt his way over to his bed in the dark. After sprawling flat on his bed, he wanted to turn around. Suddenly, a weight landed on his back, and he was pressed back down on the mattress. The “lost child” knelt just like that on his thighs; both her hands were pressed against his lower back to stop him from getting up. 

In the dark cell, only a sliver of moonlight leaked in. Such darkness was very enveloping, and also boundless in magnifying one’s senses. 

She felt her way around and lifted his shirt. When her chilly hands landed on his tight, muscly waist, he jumped, tingling out of his skin. Perhaps it was because his waist felt well-built, as though it was very much more powerful than it felt, and much more structured than the slumpy ones she saw earlier at the bathroom, she couldn’t help but linger. 

He reached behind and grabbed her hand, his voice in restraint, “are you done touching me?”

Her other hand slowly inched down, and silently tried to tug his pants downwards, as though curious as to whether what’s the extent things could go between guys.

The heck.

What the hell did she want to do, fuck him?

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

T/N: fortunately or unfortunately, this novel is PG so… don’t get your hopes up/down HHAHA  :”)

08 | CONTENTS | 10

[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 09

last edited on ZLT: 30.07.22

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Time flew by when they were within the mission world. On the last day of their mission, #2 almost forgot that they were within a virtual reality. 

Before they left, #2 had been racking his brains trying to find a handle for Ai Bei’s toothbrush. All of the toothbrushes in prison had their handles broken off, only the toothbrush head would be left. Ai Bei was having a lot of difficulty trying to hold the brush. 

His back facing the rest, he squatted down in the corner with his sleeves rolled up. He took a drawl from his cigarette and weighed the toothbrush in his left hand, as though weighing a rock, as an idea formed in his head.

Before he could actualise anything, the mission period of one week ended. A white light glowed, and him, together with Ai Bei who had been scrunched up sleeping on the bed, was sent back to the training room. 

The atmosphere within the training room was a little off.

After a moment of silence, #3 lifted her lips as she applaused for Ai Bei, as though praising her for her moves she pulled inside the world, “incredible.”

#3 did the same mission as Ai Bei, and #3 hated #2, but #3 had never once thought about making an active effort to reverse her situation. In comparison to her, #5 was much better at this game.

#1’s gaze on Ai Bei was a little strange too, as though he was trying to figure out exactly what kind of person she was. On the other hand, #4 who had written the mission and was deducted 5 points was silent.

The competition waited for no one. Next, it was Ai Bei’s turn to input a character brief for #1’s mission. Ai Bei would also be the one to determine which person #1 would assume.

#1 smiled and tried to probe: “Should I join you guys?” He wanted to know if Ai Bei would put him in prison. 

It would be much easier for him if he didn’t need to join them in prison for his mission. But even if he did, he still had an ace on his hands, and that was #2, so things would turn out pretty interesting too. After spectating Ai Bei’s performance, he felt as though he’d found a worthy opponent, so sticking his nose into their situation was perhaps his adrenaline getting to his head.

On the other side of the room, #2 remained silent after returning. He was still trying to retune himself back to reality after experiencing all of that in the virtual world. The after-effects of such a 100% full-dive virtual experience was that it could confuse people, and those that exit from the VR world would mix up their reality with what happened occured in the VR world.

#2 wanted to know what Ai Bei had in mind too. If #1 was sent to prison, it was supposed to be a gleeful sight for him, yet somehow, he felt unwilling, as though he didn’t want him to appear.

As though oblivious to the tense atmosphere, Ai Bei keyed in the last code before she gave #1 her first smile, her tone light, “there’s no need.”

Despite only speaking three words, she left everyone wondering what she’d meant.

The character brief she’d set for #1 was very similar to his real background — a charismatic and popular young master hailing from a rich family in school. The mission Ai Bei set was: get the prettiest girl aka #3 to fall in love with him without revealing his mission details; his mission duration was one week. 

Usually, mission information were be public and open to viewing by the members in their group. However, the mission-giver was also able to “lock up” the mission details so that the group members would not be able to see it.

Even if #1 had to keep it under wraps, this was not a hard mission for him. 

——Or at least that was what he had originally thought. 

To him, getting a girl to fall in love with him was as easy as breathing. His childhood friend had once joked that he was like a peacock, there’d be girls jumping at him as though he was a peacock spreading its feathers. Though it was a joke, his friend’s words were indirectly reinforced his charm. 

#1 instinctively overlooked the previous futile attempt at striking a a conversation with Ai Bei. At the very least, #3 was receptive and friendly to him from the get go.

The system’s detection of one “falling in love” was not complicated, they go by the speeding up of the person’s heart rate.

However after the duration was over, he was shocked to learn that he failed the mission.

#1 was definitely not going down the same route #2 did — he didn’t make a huge commotion about trying to chase #3 in the mission, so he definitely did make a public confession. He remained relatively low-key about it, and his treats came in the form of candlelight dinner, cruise trip and feasts under the northern lights. They had many happy outings, and the atmosphere was almost romantic at times. Not only so, he also topped it all off with some flirting. Despite so, #3 was not a single bit moved.

After returning to the training room, #1 was remained in a daze by the “mission failed” words, flabberghasted.

He couldn’t believe that he lost two rounds consecutively, and became the first one to be kicked out. 

#3 drank a sip of water and exhaled. After she realised what #1’s mission was, an expression of shock coloured her face, “you should’ve said earlier! Even if you can’t, at least drop me a hint or something?”

If #1 was as high-key as #2 had been, to the extent that the entire school knew he was chasing her, she maybe might be able to sense that something was up. 

After being pulled into the virtual world as a “tool”, she started probing #1 in an attempt to understand the situation, but #1 kept his mouth tightly zipped. Under such a situation, the low-key holiday trips did not get to her; her head was full of the mission and trying to figure her sitaution out. 

The two of them were allies per say, so naturally she’d hoped that he would be able to successfully complete his mission and take Ai Bei’s points. But #1 didn’t mention anything about it. She figured that it was because of the circumstances that’s why he couldn’t say anything, but it shouldn’t be to the point where he didn’t even give her a hint. All he knew was to bring her around with a happy face, how in the world was she supposed to figure anything out! 

The information mismatch contributed to his undoing. ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 09 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢

Ai Bei was not surprised by the outcome. After #1 was eliminated, she didn’t look at him anymore. 

Even though #1 was eliminated, he didn’t leave the training room. He remained sitting at his seat instead, evidently very unhappy about the outcome. The system did not kick him out of the training room either. 

After the first round of missions ended, the points were as follows:

#1 was eliminated, #2 had 18 points, #3 had 2 points, #4 had 10 points, #5 had 20 points. 

The second round started. Because #1 was eliminated, #2’s character and mission was set by Ai Bei. 

The players with the highest points were #2 and Ai Bei. If nothing goes wrong, the two players that would be able to proceed to the next round would be the two of them. However, the competition was still going on, so anything was possible. 

#2 saw Ai Bei biting on her nail intinctively. After their period of interaction, he knew that this was a habit she had when she was feeling a little difficult and a little at loss.

Ever since leaving their virtual world, she had not looked at him even once. 

Even though he knew this was a competition, and that no one would take whatever happened in the virtual world too seriously, he still felt as though he had been stung by a bug. He felt as though something was throbbing in pain, and after the pain it became an itch that didn’t go away.

He had no idea why but he suddenly spoke. 

“I’m scared of heights.”

The male voice that suddenly sounded in her private message had Ai Bei glancing up at him. By then, #2 had already turned to look away, his heartbeat thundering away in his chest, as though he wasn’t the one that just spoken.

Unbeknowst to the rest, a hidden “exchange” had silently occured.  

As the system had a minimum and maximum cap for the mission difficulty, Ai Bei’s mission for #2 had to be set in the same prison environment too. And so, she got him to secretly climb up the prison dormitories and look down at the first floor. #2 stood before the railing for a bit before he waved his hands: “I can’t do it.”

His straightforwardness was almost dashing, if it weren’t for his trembling legs that Ai Bei noticed. 

“Is this considered cheating?” #3 frowned. She didn’t understand what had just happened, because #2 gave up too quickly, as though this was all just formality. Evidently something was off. The person being questioned ignored her. Only #4 tugged on her sleeve, and gestured at her to look at the projection. 

The system indicated that Ai Bei did not violate any rules; in other words, her actions were within the scope of the competition. 

After all, there was no rule that barred players from “giving away their points” for free.

Ai Bei had already collected the full marks of 25 points; she was eligible to proceed to the next round.

The competition continued. #3 sucked it up, completed #2’s nitpicky requests and safely secured her 3 points, and collated a total of 5 points for herself, before “giving her points away” to #4. 

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

08 | CONTENTS | 10

[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 08

last edited on ZLT: 25.07.22

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

German Shepards often becomes very alert after being wounded. However, the moment they drop their guard, their attachment to humans would rocket to an incredible extent. He was the most important element in this contest, and she was patient enough to wait it out.

Ai Bei left for a while that night. When she returned, she brought #2 to the prison officer duty office. After getting him to hide in one corner, she went to knock on the door. 

Prison officer B was on duty: “What is it?”

Ai Bei told him that prison officer A was being locked in the black room and was unable to get out. Prison officer A had told her to come over to get the key from him. 

Prison officer B probed further. At his questions, Ai Bei stuttered, her gaze floating. Prison officer B immediately understood what had happened. 

He cursed silently, thinking it was prison officer A’s bad habit acting up again, and wanted to lure someone into the black room but ended up locking himself inside. 

Though annoyed, he wasn’t going to ignore this and let his colleague remain trapped inside. He definitely should not be giving the key to a prisoner, so he had to make his way over personally. As for Ai Bei, he told her to quickly return to her cell before he walked off in a rush. 

He wasn’t concerned about Ai Bei running off, they were patrolling at night anyway. 

When the officer left, Ai Bei gestured for #2 to come over. 

“What exactly do you want to do?” He asked. 

Ai Bei tried the door. The control room door that the officer thought he’d closed opened easily. 

She pointed at the surveillance screens, “d’you know how to control the surveillance?” 

“You’re not gonna explain yourself first?” Looking every bit like a criminal, he sat down on the officer’s chair as he asked. He caught sight of a police cap hanging on the chair and went ahead to grab it without hesitation. He plopped the cap on his head almost as though it was a random cap, and crossed his legs as he drilled her.  

The slanted golden police badge coupled with his roguish attitude had him appearing sinfully handsome. 

Ai Bei cupped her chin and looked at him, “here’s an opportunity to take your revenge.” 

She’d found the right moment to hand officer A a strip of paper earlier in the afternoon, and had agreeed to meet with him in the black room. Officer A was gusty as usual, and had thought that she finally recognised his power and authority after getting herself into prison, and that she was seeking protection from him. And so, he went to the black room at the agreed timing. 

Ai Bei then proceeded to lock him inside the room, before pretending to have just arrived and asked him what happened. At officer A’s instructions, she went over to the duty room. 

The back and forth gave them some time to work with, in fact it was enough for the inmate head and his gang of followers to crack their way out of their cells, ambush officer A and relief their vent up anger. 

The most important part of this entire play was the surveillance. How should she fake the surveillance and make it seem as though she was never there in the first place, so that officer A would not be able to identity the culprit even if he tried. 

After #2 listened to her, he cracked his wrist, “Simple.” 

If this was a prison during the galactic times, he wouldn’t dare to pull anything funny. But the Earthen era was very primitive in all aspects, so none of this technology was an issue for him. 

The situation in the black room was a mess. The inmate head was really playing with fire — he returned everything that officer A had pulled before on the good looking prisoners. The moment #2 saw the screen, he cursed in a low voice, turned around and slapped the police cap he’d been wearing on Ai Bei’s head. He pulled the cap down and covered her eyes. 

Ai Bei struggles, “what are you doing? I want to see.” ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 08 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢

The difference in their strengths was very well examplified in their struggle. #2 pressed his palm on her head, not letting her try to remove the cap at all. 

“See no evil.”

Though he said that, his eyes glinted in delight at the officer A’s situation; and he couldn’t help but want to be a little nicer than usual. 

He noticed from the surveillance cameras that officer B was nearing the black room, and so he moved the camera head to give the guys inside a heads up. 

Having climbed to the top of the food chain, the inmate head was no foolish person. Though they had not agreed previously, the inmate head still managed to figure out the hint. At that, he gestured at his gang of followers and told them it’s time to make a move. Ai Bei has roughly gauged how long they’d need. 

In all honesty, Ai Bei knew what he did to officer A, why wouldn’t she.

Just beating the guy up was definitely too insufficient a medium for them to vent their pent up anger and frustrations; given the golden opportunity, they wouldn’t stop until they’ve thoroughly shamed him.

The flower of evil that sprouts in the darkness — she couldn’t be more familiar with this. 

This incident later became one of the unsolved mysteries. Officer A didn’t dare to report it to his higher ups, if he did, he’d have to explain why he was inside the black room himself during that time period, and that might as a result reveal all his previous malicious deeds. Despite being injured, he had to continue working in the end. He decided to figure out the culprit on his own.

Among all the criminals, Ai Bei was most likely suspect, but one, he couldn’t find any concrete evidence, and two, she’d literally just came in, even if she were to use her own body as exchange, she wouldn’t be able to influence the others to act. Officer A really had no idea who was the mastermind behind all this.

After the incident, officer A became even more chilly and ominous. The additional pressure in the atmosphere was also straining his relationship with the prisoners.

At the rate things were going, he might just end up in another situation again soon. 

On the other hand, the atmosphere in the cell that #2 was in improved considerably.

Having found a suitable medium to vent their frustrations, coupled with the camaraderie that had formed as a result of their team effort, topped off with #2 revealing his talent in wiping the surveillance, the gang of prisoners now saw #2 in a new light. Similar to them, #2 was too a hooligan, but he was a cultured one, and that garnered their admiration. 

#2 didn’t notice the subtle change however. Having hailed from a higher civilisation, he could barely keep the superiority oozing from himself at bay. The existing gang of criminals in the cell naturally were unhappy. As a result, he was ostracised in the beginning. After all, the whole lot of them were criminals, no one was better than anyone here.

But when #2 finally revealed his capabilites, the rest of them were struck.

As for Ai Bei…

They would never forget the scene when she quietly threatened everyone not to reveal their action plan. There had been a naysayer back then and crowed that he was going to report this to the officers. The smile she had on her face when she instructed someone to pierce the naysayer’s crown jewels was a smile that none of the men there would ever forget. 

Just the thought of Ai Bei had them shivering. 

But none of this bothered Ai Bei. This entire scheme was not created to put the officer back in his place, neither was it to help any of the criminals out; none of them had anything to do with her after all. 

When she walked over, the rest of the criminals moved aside for her. She stopped beside #2, and looked at him as he played with paper figures to pass time.

“Are you happy?”

Random much? #2 returned with an offhanded reply: “…meh.”

He was still unsatisfied?

Ai Bei didn’t understand, “what will make you happy then?”

His bottled up irate no longer manifesting in scrunched up brows, #2 glanced at her. At her words, he held a cigarette to his lips, “what does me being happy have anything to do with you?”

She replied: “I need to cater to your every wish and make you happy, that’s my mission.”

Her mission was to make sure he got everything he wanted, but this was different — he didn’t give her any instructions. Even when he did for #3, #3 had been incredibly against him, to the point that she was disgusted and revolted by it.

But this was different. 

A dash of smoke ash fell as the cigarette between his lips trembled, scalding the red ace of hearts card he had on the table before him. He stared at it, the ace of heart as though a crimson, beating heart. 

Within the dirty cell, someone’s heart too seemed to scorch for a moment with a hard, sudden thump.

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

07 | CONTENTS | 09

[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 07

last edited on ZLT: 02.04.22

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Ai Bei didn’t manage to finish off prison officer A in the end. 

Prison officer B, the officer that was in charge of searching her down had already rushed over. Officer B had been walking her to her assigned cell room when she suddenly dashed off in another direction. The officer wasn’t too far off her tail though. To be honest, Ai Bei didn’t have any intentions to kill officer A. 

Prison officer A was in a bad condition. Before officer B brought him away, he shot them a glare in warning. 

When the officers left, a certain person that’d been forcing an aggressive and strong front collapsed: “Help me up.” 

Shocked, #2 came to his senses; #2 only managed to get Ai Bei up by pulling and lifting her partially. While doing so, she accidentally pressed against his wounds on his arm. He inhaled sharply in pain, but endured in silence.

“Why?”

She said fragilely: “This body, is not very good.”

He asked, puzzled: “What do you mean not very good?”

“Are all guys this weak?” She recalled #2 being pressed against the wall, as well as her current body. She’s completely spent from trying to hold officer A down earlier, if she didn’t use all the force she had, he’d have escaped her grip. 

“…”

The sudden provocation and blow to his ego had #2 wanted to properly prove to her how strong guys can actually be. The moment he moved his shoulders though, it tugged at one of his wounds. 

“Don’t move.” Ai Bei after regaining some strength went to check his wounds, “it’s bleeding.” ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 07 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢

#2 held himself up by leaning half his weight against the wall. While she checked his wounds, he looked at the person that was one head shorter than he was. He remained silent even when whatever she was doing hurt. Instead, he spoke: “It’s nothing. What about you? How did you end up here?”

Ai Bei used a backup towel to dress his wounds, and softly replied: “I was afraid that you will get bullied in here, and vent your pent up anger on me during the mission.”

“…did I? Fine I did, but I let you off afterwards didn’t I?”

He was suspicious of her motives. 

Ai Bei realised that this little German Shephard puppy was quite an alert one. Regardless, that didn’t matter; the more wary they were, the more delicious they’d turn out when captured. 

After dressing his wounds, she stretched out his hand and suddenly patted it when his wound was, “I haven’t taken my revenge yet.”

At her sudden action, #2 howled in pain.

　*

A new person joined their cell; the latest addition looked delicate and tender, quite a delicious looking one it would appear. This realisation had the rest of the existing inmates’ eyes glowing as though a pack of hungry wolves. 

After being stuck in jail for seven to eight years, even a female pig would excite them, much less such a beautiful looking person, even if the person was a male.

And the worst part perhaps was the fact at Ai Bei didn’t seem to realise what a dangerous place she’d entered. Her smiling at everyone had them salivating even more. As a result, they grasped every opportunity to make a move on her. 

Not long after she went in, #2 got into a fight because of her. Unable to let off any steam elsewhere, their pent up frustrations had accumulated into a scorching fire. When someone tried to touch her waist, that person was immediately shoved aside by #2 standing beside her. He growled, riled up: “The fuck you doing?”

“Fuck you!”

Exploding, that person sent a blow right at his face. After taking the punch, #2 grasped the opportunity to return the favour, and gave the person a hard beating. 

#2 was indeed seething. Whether it was the ostracising from the other inmates in the cell, or officer A’s earlier unscrupulous attempts on him that almost succeeded, he’d have reined himself if he was still in his previous state of mind. However, he was throwing fists with all his might in the fight he got into today. The two other inmates that came over to help the first guy didn’t have it easy either; all of them were beaten up so bad they were moaning in pain.

#2 wiped the blood at his lips. His glare razor sharp, he made a deliberate to stare at every single inmate that had been spectating. 

He knew that the head among the inmates had instructed them over to figure Ai Bei’s abilities out. For people like Ai Bei, if they weren’t too thorny to handle, they’d be the first sacrificial lamb sent over for the head’s enjoyment. 

Before #2 did anything though, prison officer A made an eerie appearance. He looked at #2: “you again? That started this?” After which, without hearing what the latter had to say, #2 was thrown into the black room as punishment. 

When the prison officer’s eye met Ai Bei’s, he averted his gaze. Ai Bei had left him with quite the traumatising impression, he didn’t dare touch her just yet. 

#2 was taken away by prison officer B. However prison officer A remained standing in the cell. The inmates head figured him out, and went over personally to light him his cigarette. Evidently they had much more bribery happening behind the scenes. 

Prison officer A slipped the item that he received into his pocket silently. “The bunch of you, really, don’t cross the line, I can’t side with you guys all the time.”

“Yes yes yes, you are right.”

The inmate head nodded his head in fervent obedience. The moment they managed to send off the officer that grasped their all of their fates in his hand, the inmate head spat: “Fuck that asshole, you greedy dog will be fucked.” 

His followers too were cursing away in resonance beside the inmate head. It’s a dog eat dog situation here in prison; the anger from being suppressed by the prison officers had them boiling in anger for a long time now. 

“Sure.” 

Suddenly, the crystal clear, gentle voice of the youth appeared. 

The bunch of them turned at the voice, only to realise Ai Bei sitting beside the bunk. 

The youth was a good looking one, but he seemed to be quite useless so far — he’s as though a little Buddha piece that #2 had especially bought to tender and care for. #2’s protection of him was watertight, but when the former was beaten, the latter remained as silent as a mouse; he didn’t help #2 out in any way either. 

Ai Bei wasn’t one to bother herself with their impressions about her. Her eyes squinting into a curve as a light smile painted her face, she spoke: “I have an idea, do you guys wanna give it a go?”

　*

When #2 returned from the black room, he noticed that the atmosphere in their cell was a little off. 

His bunk was usually rummaged through and strewn all over whenever he returned to the cell. His meals would often be split and mostly finished off by the other inmates too. If it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t been eating properly for so many meals in the past few days, he wouldn’t be weak to the point he couldn’t even retaliate. 

This time however, his bunk was perfectly fine; to his surprise, Ai Bei was also still perfectly fine. She’d even brought over a bowl of instant noodles.

He’d been feeling rather restrained and morose after returning from the confinement room. The situation in the cell had him confused instead, and so #2 turned to give Ai Bei a questioning look. 

“Shh.” She didn’t let him speak, “why don’t you help me out?”

Ai Bei knew that #2 wouldn’t devote himself to her just because she helped him out once; he was only defending her because he knew that she was a girl. 

Well, she’s not in a rush anyway. 

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

05 | CONTENTS | 07

[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 06

last edited on ZLT: 22.03.22

T/N: heads up/trigger warning, this chap might be a lil unfriendly…

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

When the prison officer saw that she came out on her own, he asked: “You want more time?”

Ai Bei didn’t speak. She pulled a cigarette and handed over to him. Her actions were particularly awkward; anyone could tell that she was a well-sheltered flower, and this wasn’t something she was used to doing.

The cigarette the youth held out in his milky-white hand made him out to appear all the more fair. 

The prison officer’s hand stretched a little more forward than necessary. He completely covered the youth’s hand before he slowly, caressingly took the cigarette from his grip. “Well, we’ll have to see if you know what to do or not then.”

Within the room, on the scorching gold screen against the red-blue console, a burly male character was fighting an innocent, lively little girl. As #2 clicked the buttons, the skills of his character were casted. Every move was a solid blow; he could almost hear the bones of his opponent cracking. Fighting games were always adrenaline-rushing and exhilarating. 

His movements increased in speed; at the same time, the excessive, immuned actions also increased in frequency. As a result, in health bar of the little girl character he was maneuvering dropped rapidly.

The game scenes were speeding up, but the thoughts running through his mind were slowing down.

The game filled the entire screen of the console. Even though there was no indication of the duration, #2 could still somehow feel the passage of time. Every movement of the character felt unrealistically long, as though the game was a stop-motion video. 

He knew that this prison officer batted for the other team, so he deliberately sent #5 out to buy him more time, but #5 was still a girl at the end of the day…

He couldn’t help up look up. It was only then did he suddenly realise the piece of band-aid sitting silently on the table. The colour was too similar to the table, he didn’t notice it earlier.

When did she leave it there…

Goddamnit, why was she so nosy?! He didn’t give any orders like this. 

When a rough hand made its disgusting way into her hoodie, Ai Bei counted down mentally, 10, 9, 8, 7…

A rhythmatic battle coupled with a hysterical male voice screaming the lyrics, the thunderous and fiery music suddenly sounded, exploding in the room. 

“Apologies.” #2 seemed to have unplugged the earpiece to his console. Against the backdrop of the victorious music of the closing scene played out loud, he leisurely stood, his gaze flitting in the prison officer’s direction, “I’m done.”

She started counting too early. 

She paused for a moment, before she continued counting away with her fingers happily, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

And finished it off by humming a happy tune to herself. 

　　*

#2 didn’t contact Ai Bei for the next two days. 

Frankly speaking, this was none of his business. ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 06 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢

#4 was the one that gave #5 the male character, #4 was also the one set her the mission. #4 was doing all this to irk and disgust him, and probably hoped for a dog-eat-dog situation where they’d finish each other off (except that he definitely didn’t identify as a dog). Indeed, #4 managed to get to him, but if he were to vent it all on #5, wouldn’t that be right up #4’s intentions? 

And so, he changed his mind and decided to reign himself in for the remaining few days. He shall “generously” gift the five points to #5. 

The ventilation in the prison was poor; as a result the place was dirty and stinky. The newer inmates would get the spot near the toilets. He held his breath as he folded his blanket into a neat tofu shape. When he walked to the side, he accidentally stepped on their cell “head”’s shoes. Immediately, a hard shove from behind sent him down on his knees. The person yelled at him to lick the shoes he stepped on clean. 

His rejection elicited a round of beating from the other inmates. 

“What are you fighting about, stop!” The prison officer that suddenly appeared pointed at the inmates in warning. “Behave yourselves.” 

The inmates looked down, each of them faking obedience. 

The prison officer pointed at #2, “you, come out.”

The prison officer was the same officer that took him to the visiting room. The zones he was in charge of included his cell. The officer brought him to a quiet corner, “don’t say I didn’t take care of you, look at you and your stubborn temper, if it weren’t for me, they’ll finish your off one day at the rate this is going.” 

He looked at the prison officer coldly for a moment, “disgusting much.”

“What did you say? Say it again.”

“…”

The prison officer rubbed his fingers, as though in reminiscence: “the guy that came looking for you, why don’t you introduce him to me? Both of you have quite the character indeed…”

Before the prison officer finished his disgusting intentions, #2 spat on his unscrupulous face. 

“You rascal!”

The prison officer flew into rage and slammed his baton at #2’s stomach. #2 choked a cough. The sharp agony at his abdomen robbed him of his ability to reciprocate the pain. After enduring the merciless beatings from earlier, and weak from the lack of food intake, he could only watch himself feebly pressed against the wall by the scumbag before him. 

His shirt buttons were being undone. The tight fitting overalls he had on was a convenient attire for his work. If the officer wanted to remove it, he’d have to get it off from the top; he’ll be having a hell of a time trying to get it off. 

But the fact that there was an audience outside witnessing all this. Goddamnit. 

His consciousness was blurring. 

He seemed to have spotted a clean, handsome and fair face in the far distance. Donned in the same blue and white stripped prison uniform, she walked towards him. 

Even though she was currently in a male body, she seemed to have no intentions of adapting to her new gender. Her mannerism and way of speaking remained feminine and gentle, as though a fragile, easily bullied little white rabbit. It was probably this peculiar contrast that caught the attention and interest of the prison officer. Before she appeared, the prison officer would at most limit his teasing to verbal comments only. He’d never gotten this touchy before. #2 suspected that this was a result of the prison officer’s pent up sexual frustration; and he conveniently became a substitute medium.  

No matter how he looked at the situation, it was revolting. 

Suddenly, the little white rabbit before him suddenly pulled the prison officer off of him. With the standard white towels used in prison, she wrapped it around the officer’s neck and yanked it with all her might! 

The heavy force hammering down on him immediately disappeared. As he relaxed, he heard her saying: “thank goodness I came in.”  

He’d thought he was just hearing things. When his gaze landed on the prison officer’s reddened face, it finally occurred to him that something was off. The prison officer was slapping her hand clenching the towel with as much effort as he had left, but to no avail. 

#2 inhaled a gulp of cold air, “you…”

“You can always order me… to kill him now.”

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

05 | CONTENTS | 07

[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 05

last edited on ZLT: 22.03.22

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Countless screens of a variety of sizes filled the entire wall in the backend control room in Time Travel Organisation. A wireless in-ear monitor clipped to their ear, the staff members were busy and focused on their assigned jobs. 

The staff in charge of collating the competition figures was reporting to the manager in-charge. 

“There are a total of 60,000 participants from Everyday Planet, we predict that there will be 20,000 participants that can pass the first round.”

“Have you discovered any participants with potential?”

“Yes. There are currently 119 participants that have the potential to be a streamer. Among which, 23 come from a non-streaming related background, and three of them have worked as a streamer before.”

The findings reveal that the majority of the participants were only here because the competition seemed interesting, and wanted to try something new. 

The manager frowned. “Hm, barely manageable for a planet this small. Any interesting content that’s trailer-worthy?”

“So far… none.” The nervous staff had the urge to wipe his sweat; he snuck a look at his manager’s expression, “according to the editor, the plots so far are lacking in conflict, they have nothing to work with.”

“…”

Even the manager felt a little at loss at such a progression. He was pretty good friends with the person that came up with the idea for the elimination round. This proposal was drafted with the intention to save company expenditure — by allowing the participants to become their own “mastermind” behind their plots, the system would only need to visualise the basic scenes to accomodate their storyline needs.

This was the easiest and simplest method to filter out participants that have sufficient potential or ability to craft, and revise a plot. 

The largest shortcoming of such mission-formated story chain is that the plots lacked the twists and turns, and the ups and downs characteristic of conventional storylines. Naturally, it would also lack the element of conflict that the editors needed. 

A scan through the various missions playing out on the small screens was sufficient to see how “gentle and frail” the current plots were. ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 05 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢

By putting in unreasonable and punitive demands for the next player, all the participants resorted to using the competition mode as a tool for revenge, completely overlooking the element of connectivity or entertainment within the storychain mission. 

The manager clenched his teeth before he forced out with reluctance: “Allocate three more days for this. If we really cannot find any suitable content, use some plot highlights and release it as post-credit scenes. Share that if they can acheive the same thing, they will be rewarded.”

The competition training venues were equipped with basic time-conversion facilities. The three days allocated by the manager would translate into three additional months within the training rooms for the participants. Three months wasn’t particularly long, but it would be enough time and opportunity for each participant to present themselves to the best of their abilities. 

*

As the #5 in their training room, it was Ai Bei’s turn to enter the story, as a male.

There was no rule against bending genders, and so #4’s unconventional idea could materialise. Fortunately, Ai Bei wasn’t particularly concerned or affected by this. Or rather, given the prison setting she was in, being a male actually worked more to her advantage of completing the mission. 

This was Ai Bei’s third time entering into a separate space. No matter how different the spaces were, she knew that she was within the same neural world that her cranial nerves were connected to. The venue didn’t change, rather, it was the information that was fed to her brain by the system that changed.

As compared to the plaza that could fit the dozens of thousands of participants, or the training room for their team of five, it was only the scene she was sent into this time that illustrated how generous TITR were with their tech budgeting. 

The virtual world managed to completely mirror the reality. 

Ai Bei appeared in the prison visitng room that #2 was in. Across the soundproof glass panel sat a guy in a buzzcut donned in blue and white stripped prison uniform. As though telephone poles, prison officers, armed with baton, stood in alert behind every two to three inmates. 

Ai Bei sneezed softly. From a static background scene, the people around her came alive in that instant, and turned to look at her.

#2 was among them. 

Evidently he’d had it rough in here. Having the rug pulled from under him when he thought he was at the peak of his life, he fell into the abyss, his reputation tarnished and his name slandered. Cynical and nonchalent to begin with, the unprovoked defamantion that landed on him without rhyme or reason had him swiftly assimilating into the prison culture as a form of self-defense. He learnt from the most ruthless among the inmates. As compared to his hooligan days in school, he was much more wary and hostile now. His dry lips cracking, he was as though a German Shepherd puppy at constant loggerheads with anyone that meets his eye, attempting to hide his apprehension and nerves behind a threatening facade.

He walked over to the empty booth. He grabbed the telephone with one hand and brought it to his ear; he didn’t even bother to sit down. Just as Ai Bei was halfway through “what do you…”, his clear and succinct reply sounding from the telephone cut her off. 

“Get lost*.”

She looked up in confusion, her gaze meeting his across the glass panel. 

He swept a look downwards, sneering: “Don’t understand English? I told you to get lost*!”

At the same time, several numbers in bright yellow appeared in the top-right corner of Ai Bei’s vision. It was a countdown timer that started from 60 seconds. 

His reply had already became one of the quests within the mission. If she could not complete it, she would fail the mission.

Ai Bei pushed the chair aside and stood up. 

The prison officer immediately trained their gazes on her. Donned in a simple hoodie, the youth in soft black hair and clean features suddenly squatted down on the floor, scrunched himself into a ball as though a porcupine, and lightly turned himself, and rolled on the ground*. 

* wordplay: “滚” (gun) means “get lost” in english, it can also mean “to roll”

The youth paused for a moment before he continued his efforts. And again, he made a forward roll in the same position. 

The youth rolled around for about three to four times. If it weren’t for the other inmates gaping at the youth, it’d really seem as though this was a PE class in school, and he was practising how to make a forward roll.

The #2 behind the glass panel was stunned after witnessing such a scene, yet he couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the same time. Their little situation persisted until a prison officer came forward to manage the commotion. 

“Enough, come back.”

He commanded as he patted the table, as though he was training a dog. The prison officer standing behind him looked at #2 as though he was mental. Ai Bei who had been trying to send the prison officer who came over back instantly returned to the glass panel. 

#2 knew that the system would remind her if she couldn’t hear the commands he made. 

Back when he was in the storyline with #3, he had been hesitant about dishing out commands for #3 in the beginning, and had always felt somewhat guilty. After doing it for so long now however, #3’s disdain and disgust became his most effective catalyst. The more she hated it, the more he wanted to make things difficult for her. Of course with that said, he still maintained the decency and humanity instilled in him as a result of his environment growing up; he didn’t and wouldn’t cross the line. 

The only thing that came out of all of that was that now, dishing out difficult commands was ever so effortless and guiltless. 

“Come back tomorrow. Bring me a game console.”

　　*

The next day, Ai Bei appeared and brought along her newly bought Switch. 

If she wanted to hand the console to #2, meeting him at the visiting room as per normal wouldn’t work. The extra day he’d given her was for her to pull some strings around and make things work. 

According to the Theory of Six Degree Separation, everyone in the world is six or fewer social connections away from each other. As such, Ai Bei worked the connections that her current character had and spent a huge sum of money before she managed to get herself an opportunity to visit the prison directly instead of through the guarded glass booth. 

Outside the room, the prison officer checked through her belongings. After making sure nothing was out of order, he swept her another look. Squinting, he reminded her: “Half an hour, max.”

Ai Bei nodded. “Is he alright?”

“You can say that, the new ones are always rebellious.” The prison officer’s gaze floated, as though he was trying to hint at something else. “You friend was locked up all night last night, bet he’s not feeling the best. You better remind him it’d be best to listen to the instructions in here.”

Ai Bei knew what he was referring to. She had made an effort to learn more about the prison situation in this world. 

Here, there was this place called the black room in prison; it was a narrow and stuffy room, and often employed to punish troublemakers. The person would be sent into the black room, and they’d be stuck inside for an entire day. No matter your mental resilience, it would be a suffocating experience. 

With that thought in mind, she opened the room assigned for visitation. There was a square table in the centre and two chairs by the side. Sprawled on table in a laze, #2 raked a hand through his buzzcut of a hair. The moment Ai Bei entered, she noticed the wounds on his forehead and at the corner of his eyes; the grazes made him out to appear even more fierce than he already was with his tan skin.

It’d only been a day, but the aura of sombre and gloom surrounding him seemed to have saturated even more. She wondered what it was that he had encountered in prison. 

“What’re you stoning for, where’s the console?”

“Here.” Ai Bei handed him the Switch in her bag. 

He was a little disdainful. “Why didn’t you buy Zelda? I should have told you to grab it from my place. Forget it, sit.” Everyone had their special habits. For #2, whenever he went to a new environment, he had to buy a game console and familiarise himself with a new game before he could adjust comfortably. 

Cigarettes was a must in his life, so were games. 

Ai Bei sat down beside him and watched him play. He had his earpiece on; he became so engrossed he completely forgot that she had existed, or the fact that he’d just made a lot of things difficult for her.

It was only until the prison officer kicked the metal door did they come to, “time’s up.”

The two of them jumped as the metallic clang. The prison officer’s aggressive expression entered their vision, as though a pesky ghost from the underworld that had to get in their way. 

At his words, Ai Bei reached out to take the Switch back from him. #2 however dodged her hand.

#2 looked down at the game again, his voice cold and nonchalent, “buy me some time.”

“But…”

“Why, you want to fail the mission?”

“You sure?”

“Tch, you think?”

“Alright.” Ai Bei contemplated for a moment, “but, if it doesn’t work out, don’t blame it on me.”

The reply she received was a packet of cigarettes #2 threw her. 

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Read ahead:

• CTQ Advance Chapter 6

04 | CONTENTS | 06

[ CHART TOPPER QUEEN ]

CHAPTER 04

last edited on ZLT: 10.01.22

This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Ai Bei had been observing the earlier interaction between the three of them. While the windbreaker guy #1 and the alluring girl #3 had joint forces to face off their “common energy”, the two of them didn’t know each other before this. Their temporary alliance was instead motivated by their disapproval of #2’s immoral behaviour. 

Ai Bei turned to flicker her gaze between the expressionless girl #4 and the alluring girl #3 before she blinked her eyes adorably. 

Everyone was now waiting for the winderbeaker guy #1 to start the story. 

After familiarising himself with the rules, #1 figured things out quickly. He changed the background setting of the plot to a school set during the Earthen Period, no mechas, no galactic spaceships — it was as clean a setting as it could get. The moment #2 started, he disappeared from his chair and appeared in the holographic projection in the centre.

The character #2 assumed one a guy with a hooligan-esque face. He was rakish, and wickedly so from head to toe — exactly the way #1 pictured him to be. 

“What task did you set for him?” The alluring girl #3 asked #1. She couldn’t help but be curious when she saw #2’s angry face from her perspective. 

#1 appeared almost a little bored, “nothing much, he has to chase the prettiest girl in school and get her to be his girlfriend in one week.”

Romance related genre was really not his forte. Due to technological limitations, TITR has pre-simplified all their data for the elims. If it weren’t for the fact that his galactic school setting automatically changed into Earthen Period school setting, he wouldn’t have set such a task. 

Despite so, he still had a way with currying favour. After all, helping to enact revenge for #3 would also win him a temporary ally. 

When #3 understood what he was trying to do, her face immediately bloomed into a smile. Her prior rage from #2’s visual violation subdued as she watched the condemnation and criticism he received for his lofty ambition, as well as the chilly rejection he received from his task subject. 

To their surprise, #2 proved to be more capable than they had anticipated. After several futile attempts in the beginning, he turned to made some other preparations in the background. He managed to exchange the avant-grande technology and theories prevalent in the galactic times for some quick bucks. Within two days, he re-packaged himself as though he hailed from a weathly family. Armed with fancy new wheels, his confession was successful and he managed to get the girl.

When #2 reappeared on his seat, he seemed a little different from before. Unlike how he’d been bulldozed into silence earlier, his experience in the virtual world had him in glee, and he was in unafraid to show it. In place of his previous inappropriate gaze, #3 was now taunting and malevolent. 

As expected, #3 previous elation quickly extinguished. #2 clicked away on the keyboard and completed the setting he customised for her. 

— #3 had to assume the character of the prettiest girl in school, she had to do as he said for an entire week, and she had to be docile and obedient.

Her widened eyes expressed her visible shock as she disappeared from her seat. 

As the participants figured their way through the round, the elims manifested into a battle of revenge. 　

The task set by #2 was a tricky one, he’d indirectly transformed one task into many tasks, as though someone had rubbed Aladdin’s lamp to ask for the Djinn to fulfill all his future wishes. Even though the duration was a week, the torment #3 had weathered through was unspeakably  miserable. 

She had to fake enthusiasm to her greatest ability in front of the person she’d otherwise abhor. Not only so, she had to publicly confess her love for #2, bring a handmade bento for him every day, endure his nitpicking and sneering at the food, run to a store a dozen kilometres away as a result to buy him the fried dumpling he liked, only to receive an “I’m full” in reply after returning and watch him bin the dumplings she’d bought right before her eyes.

In her anger, she exploded in retaliation at #2.

#2 then inputted a new command — she must not say things that he didn’t like to hear. 

Before entering the virtual world, she’d thought the worst thing that could happen was if he were to force her to do that with him. But he didn’t. She’d also been confident that she would be able to tolerate all the other tricks he had up his sleeve. However, reality was more cruel than she’d thought it’d be. 

When #3 returned to the room, she turned away and cried. 

“Barely did anything.” #2 mocked coldly.

Everyone else glared at him save for Ai Bei. He snorted in the same manner his earlier character in the virtual world would do, before turning his head away. 

He’d figured it out — they were already been plotting to eliminate him together. The rule “participants must comply and coordinate with the task of other participants, else your points will be deducted” required him to participate in every task even though they weren’t assigned to him. If he did it well he wouldn’t be awarded, but if he screwed up, he’ll be at the risk of loosing more points for no reason. 

As expected, #3 and #4’s tasks tried to pull him down. ♢ CHART TOPPER QUEEN, CHAPTER 04 is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM ♢

#4 succeeded. As an academic scholar even in the galactic times, she pulled the rug out from under him. After revealing even more revolutionary technology as bait, she managed to accuse #2 of research plagiarism and sent him to prison. 

#4 remained silent, but her actions drew the shocked gazes of the other participants in their room. 

Though she was like a fish in water in the virtual world, she found herself into a dilemma when it was her turn to set a task for Ai Bei — she had no idea where or how to start. One look at Ai Bei and she knew instantly that #5 Bei wasn’t someone that excelled in virtual games like these. 

When it was finally Ai Bei’s turn, she shifted her focus to her virtual interface. 

On the other end, #4 propped her spectacles and made her decision. 

At the same time, Ai Bei’s assigned character and task appeared on her personal interface: 

Your character is a male schoolmate that has a crush on #2. You must listen and obey #2’s wishes for one week.

Evidently, a duplicate of the off-putting task that #3 had abandoned halfway. 

Ai Bei’s gaze flitted past the word “male”. Before she selected the “begin the competition” button, she surveyed everyone in the room, her gaze pausing on each of them. 

If the rest of them had now became a greedy snake that had locked her as their next prey, who was the heart — critical weakness — of this newfound predator? 

TRANSLATOR & EDITOR: WYNNE. This translation is hosted at ZHANLANN.COM

Read ahead

• CTQ Advance Chapter 5
• CTQ Advance Chapter 6

04 | CONTENTS | 06