I Squeezed the Poor Kid for Every Penny, Then the Dragon King Returned

The Sui family is the wealthiest and most powerful clan in the Eighteen Provinces. As the family's only son, Sui Chaosheng got whatever he wanted from the day he was born. Though he had a naturally useless spiritual root, his family force-fed him countless miraculous pills, rare treasures, and precious artifacts until he made it into the immortal sect.

Yet growing up in such an environment didn't turn Sui Chaosheng into a spendthrift who threw money around without a second thought.

He became the miser of his generation.

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Sui Chaosheng entered the immortal sect to study. When he learned that his roommate, Xu Wei, had mooched a hundred taels' worth of lodging from him, he was horrified.

Xu Wei had been left alone after his family was massacred and his engagement was broken off. He was as poor as could be, with no chance of paying the money back.

Thinking about the lodging fee he'd been cheated out of left Sui Chaosheng so heartbroken he couldn't sleep night after night.

One day, he happened to catch sight of Xu Wei, whose skin was the color of wheat, lifting the hem of his shirt to reveal a six-pack.

Sui Chaosheng had an idea.

He pretended to ask casually, "You're in such good shape. You must be really strong, right?"

Xu Wei: "?"

Sui Chaosheng finally revealed his real intention. "The sect doesn't allow servants. Why don't you work off your debt by waiting on me? Then we'll call it even."

Xu Wei looked at him, grinned, and showed two gleaming white canine teeth. "Sure."

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Sui Chaosheng had his food brought to him and his clothes laid out for him. He didn't even need to walk anywhere himself. He got every last bit of value out of those hundred taels and was thoroughly pleased with himself.

Until one day, Sui Chaosheng discovered he'd gotten the lodging fee wrong and learned what it meant to be a Dragon-Aotian protagonist.

Even more despairingly, Xu Wei was the sort of Dragon-Aotian protagonist who was vicious and vengeful.

Xu Wei himself had carried out the massacre of his family, and he'd wiped out his fiancee's entire clan and taken their assets for himself.

Now the Dragon King Xu Wei had returned, and his next target was Sui Chaosheng, who had been bullying him all along.

Sui Chaosheng: !

A wealthy young master with a useless spiritual root and a miserly streak, the bottom, X A sinister Dragon-Aotian top, awaiting the Dragon King's return

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The Lackey in a Noble Academy Novel

I transmigrated into a book, becoming a lackey to the F4 in a brainless noble academy novel.

The System said that all I had to do was grovel at the F4's feet, look down on the protagonist alongside them at the beginning, bully the protagonist with them in the middle, then weep and beg for forgiveness with them at the end, pack my bags, and leave. Then I could retire and go home.

I didn't want to, but I endured it for the sake of going home.

But this was a brainless noble academy novel. The story went into great detail about how famous and powerful the F4 were, and how poor yet unyielding the innocent, delicate protagonist was.

As for the lackey character... the book had only one thing to say: "He's a lackey."

I flipped through the novel again and again, but there wasn't a single line saying I was rich.

To buy a ticket to the banquet and keep the plot on track, I had no choice but to swagger around with the F4 during the day and wear a mask to wash dishes at a small restaurant at night.

At last, I made it to the end of the plot. The F4 were weeping and chasing after the protagonist, desperately trying to win them back. The protagonist had been deeply hurt, but was ultimately moved, while the lackey was sent overseas to live far away. Everything was perfect.

But I secretly stayed behind.

The ticket had been too expensive, so I'd borrowed two months' wages from my boss. The System said I couldn't go home until I paid it back.

Since I was going home anyway, I was in a great mood. As I washed dishes, I couldn't help laughing at the story.

"Hahahaha, this plot is so damn ridiculous, and the F4 are so damn ridiculous, and that innocent little protagonist, oh my god, what era is this? Who still writes such an old-fashioned character..."

Halfway through my laughter, the sound caught in my throat.

Because standing in front of me were the travel-worn F4 and the innocent-looking protagonist with an unreadable expression.

The protagonist chuckled and patted my cheek, their voice casual. "Having fun?"

Why wasn't the protagonist anything like I remembered?

Should I say yes?

Theme: Respect everyone's personality and accept our differences.