Night Market Stall: I Stab the System with a Smile and Make It Furious

Former lawyer and provincial-level sanda champion Su Huahua quit her job and set up a little water stall at the night market.

Other vendors hawked their wares. She made sales by roasting people.

Someone hogging a seat on the high-speed train? One punch and they were down.

A deadbeat who beat his wife? She sent him straight to the police station.

Relatives pressuring her to get married over the New Year? One sentence was enough to shut them up.

Everyone was afraid of her. The only one trying to drive her crazy was her System.

[Host's frustration level detected: +100. Reward: one cup of osmanthus water]

[Host successfully roasted someone. Reward: System plays dead for one hour]

Su Huahua: Sooner or later, I'm dismantling this heartless System and selling it for scrap.

Zhang Mao, a PhD from the Academy of Social Sciences, came to her stall every day to conduct field research.

When people asked what he was studying, he pushed up his glasses and said, “Informal dispute resolution mechanisms.”

In other words, he was studying how she roasted people.

Later, after standing for four hours on a train with no seat, he showed up beneath her apartment building carrying two bags of apples and tangerines from the station supermarket.

“The written data lack heart-rate evidence. I need to confirm in person that you aren't going on a blind date.”