I dressed up as the fake daughter in the article True and False Daughter. When I arrived, it happened to be the recognition party for the real daughter's return. The whole family sent me out with tears in my eyes. I took away all the New Year's money I had saved from the Gu family over the past eighteen years - about eight figures, plus three watchdogs.
Three years later, I used the money to open the most popular "Scumbag Crash Course" in the city, specializing in teaching real daughters how to reject suitors gracefully. As a result, on the first day of class, there were thirty men in the class. They all raised their hands: "Teacher, we want to chase you." I threw out the payment code with my backhand: "Pay the tuition first, 5 million per person, VIP can jump in the queue, and top up your membership to get canteen coupons."
The real daughter stamped her feet anxiously from behind: "Sister! You promised to teach me!" I turned around and blinked at her: "You observe first and learn how to make thirty men willingly pay for it. This is more practical than falling in love."
I received a transfer that night, with the note saying "I am your first love who has lost your memory, can you join the queue?" I clicked on the profile picture and saw it - it was my poor landlord who claimed to have an annual salary of one million but was giving me takeaways every day. He was standing at the door of my house wearing glasses, holding two skewers of roasted gluten in his hand: "Can I use this to pay for my tuition? If not, I'll add two bottles of beer."
At this time, there was a "ding" in my mind, and the system finally bubbled up. It said: "Warning! The identity of the host's 'fake daughter' has been exposed. Due to your long-term abuse of the 'heartthrob aura', 99 NPCs have become severely emotionally dependent. Please deal with it immediately, otherwise all points will be deducted!" Only then did I remember - it turned out that I was wearing a Shura field self-rescue article, and my mission was to make the real daughter hate me, and then retire. But now the real daughter is lying on my sofa using my iPad to start a group with thirty men. The group name is "Sister Gu's Support Club (Sexual Chat is Forbidden)". She also wrote in the group announcement: "Whoever pursues my sister in the future must get through me first."
I turned to look at the system panel. The man with the "High Risk, Keep Out" label on it - my landlord - was slowly walking in. He put the baked gluten on the table: "Pay back the money, or..." His ears turned red to the root of his neck, "... Or you teach me how to chase you, and the tuition will be deducted from the rent you owe me. I still keep the IOU."
I silently clicked on the system background and found a "one-click clear" button. After I pressed it, the whole world forgot that I was a fake daughter. Until the next morning, the landlord appeared at the door again with a calculator in his hand: "Don't think that you can default on your debt if you lose your memory. I made ten copies of the bill you used my credit card to buy milk tea for the whole class last month."
He slapped one of them on my face: "Twenty-three thousand in total, pay back thirty thousand with interest today, otherwise I will tell those thirty men that you are actually a kitchen killer who can't even cook instant noodles."
I looked at the real daughter behind him and all the members of her support club holding up their mobile phones to record the video, and suddenly I felt that it was not like I couldn't continue writing this book.
After all, there are people chasing fake daughters today, but they are chasing my debt.
Purpose: Humor resolves interpersonal conflicts and conveys positive values
