My Strategist Is Frail and Graceful

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A seemingly delicate, actually gloomy and cunning strategist gong × a seemingly tough, actually bootlicking, cowardly, flamboyant general shou.

Chu Yue transmigrates into the body of the third-generation heir of a family of generals. The heir has done not one good thing, but has already ticked off all three boxes for an early grave: tyrannical, arrogant, and rebellious.

To save his own skin, he recruits talented people far and wide. After getting rid of 98 useless advisers, he meets the beautiful, lame man destined to be his.

The lame beauty is perfect in every way, except that he doesn't like Chu Yue.

Chu Yue gets up at dawn and works until late at night, escorting him back and forth.

Feng Yebie: "You're blocking my gate. What a bad omen."

Oh? The lame beauty has quite a temper?

He spends a fortune buying him a mansion.

Feng Yebie: "What a waste. You're throwing your money away."

Little lamey, are you always this ungrateful?

He goes to all the trouble of searching the whole city to buy him sweet drinks.

Feng Yebie: "Could you be quiet? You're so annoying."

"..."

You cripple, I'll screw your whole family!

But since Feng Yebie could still be useful to him, Chu Yue put up with it!

Until one day, Chu Yue discovers that his helpless, frail, disabled strategist is also a master of secret identities.

Feng Yebie isn't just not lame, he's a peerless martial artist. On top of that, he's the leader of the mysterious martial-world organization Pavilion of the Tomb. Chu Yue thought that had to be the limit, but Feng Yebie has even more secret identities!?

"Strategist, how many more surprises are you hiding from me?"

Feng Yebie sneers and pins Chu Yue to a chair. His beautiful eyes are filled with desire.

"Forget my identities. I'd rather know how you got the nerve to claim you were on top with me."

Chu Yue's heart sinks. He tries to escape, but Feng Yebie has him firmly in his grasp. All he can do is scream inwardly:

"I'm so screwed. How was I supposed to know that my sweet and delicate strategist was secretly a total top?!"

Reading guide:

1. This is an alternate-history setting. The official ranks are not based on any historical period.

2. The gong's initial feelings for the shou are motivated by a desire to use him, but they gradually become genuine as they spend time together.

3. At first, the shou only cares about staying alive. He slowly changes later on.

4. Let's keep things friendly and not nitpick. If you want to argue, you're right.

Update schedule: Daily or every other day. I'll post extra chapters if there are lots of comments.

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Yan Xing stares at his grayed-out livestream room and nearly collapses. He's the top streamer in the gaming category, yet someone reported his stream for being suggestive and sexual, getting it banned for three days.

The culprit is Mo Chen, the cocky tyrant of the DNK team, with his head of flashy ash-gray hair.

When Mo Chen invites him to join the team, Yan Xing initially wants to refuse.

After all, one mustn't be corrupted by wealth or broken by poverty... But what does that have to do with precious Yan Xing?

One dark and stormy night, Yan Xing moves in next door to Mo Chen, carrying a five-million-yuan check. He can't help it. They offered way too much.

Life after joining DNK can be summed up in four words: a living hell.

Mo Chen: "Yan Xing!! Can't you cover me?!!"

Yan Xing: "Sorry, so sorry. I was farming just now."

Mo Chen: "You were farming my jungle!"

Yan Xing: "Well, in that case, sumimasen."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

On the rooftop, Yan Xing sees Mo Chen turn around through the haze of smoke, his eyes red. The young master Mo Chen is lowering his head to someone for the first time.

Yan Xing plays along, slowly walking over and leaning down to ask, head tilted: "Crying? For real or fake?"

That's when he learns that even the arrogant Mo Chen has a vulnerable side.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

When DNK wins the championship, the two of them exchange smiles amid the roaring crowd.

Mo Chen whispers, "Actually, when I reported your stream for being sexual, I already wanted you as my teammate."

With tears streaming down his face, Yan Xing lifts the trophy in one hand and punches Mo Chen in the chest with the other.

"Get lost! Who wants to be your teammate?!"

The gong is 19, the shou is 18. Two esports boys living wild, dazzling lives.

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Theme: The young men of Jiangdong are talented. Who knows if they might yet return in triumph.