Chapter 106: Truly, I Can Take Myself On Too

“Just tell me if you can do it or not,” Bai Qingming asked.

The voice of the scammer came through the phone.

“I don’t think you should bother calculating. Here’s the deal: I have internal admission privileges at various universities. Transfer me ten thousand yuan, and I’ll arrange for Peking University to admit you. How about that?”

“Peking University too?” Bai Qingming was genuinely surprised.

This scammer really had no filter—he dared to say anything.

“If you don’t want to go to Peking University, Tsinghua University works as well. Same price, ten thousand yuan. That’s a reasonable offer,” the scammer asserted confidently.

Honestly, if he had come across someone gullible, they might have believed him.

Hearing this, Bai Qingming couldn’t help but speak up.

“To be honest, our school actually has guaranteed admission spots for both universities, but I didn’t take them.”

“Why not?” the scammer asked, curious.

“First, because I don’t like those two schools. And second…” Bai Qingming paused, then continued seriously, “because the guaranteed spots aren’t mine.”

This statement made the viewers burst into laughter.

“I once got an invitation from Peking University, but the security guard salary there was too low, so I didn’t go.”

“That’s nothing. I even received an acceptance letter from MIT once. If I hadn’t woken up from that fall off the bed, I’d be a student there now.”

“Wow, sounds so real… turns out it was just a dream!”

“What’s wrong with dreaming? I often dream about being in a classroom with many teachers lecturing me. Some I know, like Professor *** and Professor Port, and then…”

“Come on, don’t stop there!”

“Nowadays, the internet is strict. Streamers caught ‘driving’ in live broadcasts get banned. I’ll let you imagine the rest.”

“I’m done, that was great!”

“???”

“Wow, that was quick!”

“I hereby crown you the fastest man alive.”

…

It was very bizarre.

What started as a serious topic quickly derailed into comments full of innuendo, incomprehensible to minors.

Meanwhile, the scammer on the other end grew impatient.

“Are you going to calculate or not?”

“Yes!”

“Give me your ID number, then transfer the money.”

Bai Qingming thought for a moment and recited a string of numbers.

“That’s not right. Isn’t that your phone number?” the scammer said, feeling something was off.

“No, it’s my phone number and my Alipay account,” Bai Qingming admitted.

“Alipay account? Why would you give me that? I need your ID number.”

The scammer sounded confused.

“To calculate the points, of course!” Bai Qingming said earnestly.

“Calculate what points?”

“Ant Credit Score!”

The scammer was stunned.

“Are you kidding me? You have to calculate that?”

Bai Qingming almost laughed but held back, struggling to explain.

“Can’t you change the score? Help me raise my Ant Credit Score a bit. My Huabei credit limit is too low.”

Upon hearing this, the viewers all exclaimed “666” (awesome).

“Are you kidding me?!” the scammer cursed loudly.

“Getting worked up?” Bai Qingming had been waiting for this moment all day—today he was going to teach this scammer a lesson.

“Yes, worked up.”

“With skills like that, and you still try to scam people?”

“You couldn’t even fool a three-year-old.”

“You have hands and feet, why not do something productive?”

“Find a job!”

…

After all, it was a green (clean) live stream.

Bai Qingming’s words cut deep, though none contained a single swear word.

The scammer on the other end couldn’t retort, being verbally shredded.

In the end, Bai Qingming delivered the final blow: “You’ll never afford a decent meal with four dishes and a soup in your life.”

It was as if he had hit a sore spot; the scammer choked up, and then the call was abruptly ended.

At that very moment, the entire chat room stood up.

“After watching the spiritual leader’s stream, I suddenly want to mess with a scammer too.”

“The single father is truly amazing!”

“Learned a lot, next time a scammer calls I’ll chat like this.”

…

After streaming some games for a while longer, the broadcast ended. Bai Qingming stretched and left his bedroom.

In the living room, his little sister was sitting on the sofa, deeply absorbed in her phone, not even noticing when Bai Qingming called her name.

He walked over and gently tapped her.

“What are you looking at?”

Startled by the sudden tap, she shivered and let out a scream.

“Really? Just one tap and you react that much?” Bai Qingming was stunned.

“I’m dying here. I was just reading a horror novel and you scared me to death,” she said, patting her chest.

“What novel?” Bai Qingming’s interest was piqued.

He took the phone and glanced at the screen, finding it quite dull.

“This? It reads like a little kid’s diary.”

Bai Qingming couldn’t get past the first look.

“If you’re so good, why don’t you write one yourself?”

His sister snatched the phone back, scolding him.

“Don’t say that. If I write one, it’ll definitely be better than this.”

Bai Qingming sat down and casually browsed the internet.

To his surprise, he discovered that in this world, the novel industry was just starting to develop, with very few outstanding works.

In that instant, a bold and intriguing idea formed in his mind.

No exaggeration—

He was really good at this!

Before crossing over, Bai Qingming’s favorite pastime was reading novels.

Having read countless books, while he couldn’t promise a perfect recreation, he could easily reproduce ninety percent of the essence.

“Old woman, I’ll show you what it means when I’m the author.”

Saying that, Bai Qingming returned to his room and turned on his computer.

He searched for the most popular website in this world.

Registered, logged into the author’s dashboard.

Created a new work.

He thought for a moment. Since his sister was reading a horror novel, he decided to write one as well—or rather, copy one.

After some thought, he typed in four characters: “The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles.”

…

In another world, “The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles” was an extremely popular novel, spawning countless adaptations in film, TV, games, and manga.

It had been popular since Bai Qingming’s elementary school days, and even after he crossed over, every year saw new versions of the drama or film being produced.

The author earned a fortune and rose to fame on the strength of this book alone.

But Bai Qingming’s reason for copying the novel was not money.

He didn’t need money, nor did he value it.

He did it purely because he found a new kind of enjoyment.

Bringing the culture of another world into this one and making it popular gave him great satisfaction.

Thus, the perpetually lazy Bai Qingming finally found a direction.

Perhaps crossing over was meant for him to introduce and spread the culture of another world.

And so, under the pen name “Nanpai Sanjiu,” Bai Qingming officially began serializing “The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles.”

As expected, the novel gradually gained popularity.

Meanwhile, an unexpected event occurred…

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