Siheyuan: A Soldier-King from the Start, and You Call Him Silly Zhu?

[Two male leads] [soul transmigration] [Siheyuan] [mystery and mind games] [no golden finger]

"Professor?"

On a bitterly cold New Year's Eve, the north wind swept through the gray courtyard of the Red Star Steel Factory.

He Yuzhu, once the elite soldier known as "Lone Wolf," abruptly turned and saw Xu Damao wiping away the thin frost on the window opposite with his finger.

"Lone Wolf? Hah, I never thought we'd 'meet again' in a place like this."

Xu Damao's lips curled into a humorless smile. "How does it feel to be a cook who can barely lift a wok?"

He Yuzhu flexed his body. This "Silly Zhu" shell was nowhere near as agile as the one he'd had in his previous life.

"Turning you, a 'criminal mastermind,' into a film projectionist as sly as a fox? At least my coming here wasn't a waste. So, what are the rules of the game?"

"You know," Xu Damao said, leaning closer to the window and lowering his voice. "The rules say we can't attack each other directly.

Otherwise, our brains explode and we're out of the game.

All we can do is stay within this 'reasonable' framework and watch to see how the other one 'accidentally' dies."

"'Reasonable'? You think you can beat me?" He Yuzhu snorted, picked up a bucket, and deliberately splashed icy water onto Xu Damao's trouser leg.