Connected to All Realms

Connected to All Realms

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Realistic Urban

Introduction
Have you ever heard of a WeChat group that can connect to various worlds? The name of the group – Shattering the High Skies, Proudly Arrogant! Do you fear it? "You have received a red envelope from the Jade Emperor, one villa at the Southern Heavenly Gate!" "You have received a red envelope from the Galactic Alliance, one dark matter black hole!" "You have received a red envelope from the group master, Monkey King who rules the Water Curtain Cave on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit and has defeated Buddha as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, a set of the Purple Cloud Fairy's underwear!" Ding—Granite Monkey King from the Water Curtain Cave on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, the Great Sage who has defeated Buddha, requests to add you as a friend with the note: "Dammit, my hand slipped. Quickly return it to me. I, Old Monkey, will give you my golden cudgel to play with!" The Matchmaker god: "Real Man Ouyang, I've tied the red strings of 100,000 beautiful women to you. Where are my promised spicy strips?" Tang Seng: "Real Man Ouyang, here's a kilo of my flesh for you. Could I get a tape recorder in return? I'll record the Tight-Fillet Spell for you, hehehe..." Roaring with laughter, Ouyang throws his head back and laughs for sixty-six seconds flat. Heh, this is about unifying various worlds, so let's start with the female host next door!
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Chapter

Dongcheng, a common coastal city among the nine provinces of Huaxia.

Dongcheng Experimental High School, a common high school in Dongcheng.

April 7, 2017, was an extraordinary day for Ouyang. Why, you ask? Because in exactly two months, he would be taking the all-important college entrance exam.

Is that the key point?

No. The key point is that Ouyang scored first in the monthly school assessment again in April.

"It's chillingly lonely at the top," Ouyang often self-mused.

"Ouyang, you always top the bottom in each monthly exam. With the college entrance exam coming up, think about your future while you can. Secure a factory job after graduation so you can shift bricks around. Just don't turn into a social outcast. Oh, and when you're out there, never admit you know me. It's embarrassing," Ouyang's class advisor has always looked down upon him, and never missed a chance to throw a sarcastic remark at him.

Frick, he just won't stop poking holes in my facade. Can't he just hold back his nasty comments?

Ouyang ignored the old critic, heading straight home after evening self-study.

Imperial Scenery Mansion Block A Unit 601 was Ouyang's home.

Imperial Scenery Mansion, the name had a domineering presence. In fact, it's indeed one of the poshest residential areas in Dongcheng.

Does this mean Ouyang is rich?

No! No! No!

Ouyang is an orphan raised in an orphanage, yet his never-met parents left him a piece of property – Imperial Scenery Mansion Block A Unit 601, a two-bedroom and one-living-room apartment, worth around 2.4 million based on current market prices.

However—

There was no use for it. The house was not renovated to a high standard, nor was it just an average renovation. It was simply an unfinished building. Over the years, the money Ouyang had earned from working part-time had barely been enough to pay for his tuition fees, let alone the heating expenses at home.

Ouyang had it all planned out. Upon graduating from high school and turning eighteen, he'd legally take the property ownership certificate from the lawyer and sell off the house. With just over two million in hand, he aspired to be free and making his way in life.

Thump—

Ouyang slumped onto the wooden bed and fell asleep.

Rightly so, because 'man takes food as his heaven and sleep as his earth'.

"Singer, Sing On…Hey trucker, take me with you; I'm heading for the city…"

Just then, from Room 602 across the hall, a clamorous noise sprang forth. Ouyang knew without a doubt that the brainless anchor girl had started her live broadcast again.

A fashionable girl moved into Room 602 just one month prior. Ouyang had seen her once. She was a true Internet sensation, her style was international. In English, you could express it as 'Fashion! International!'

In dialect, it would be: 'Dressed so fetchingly comfortable!'

Since then, every evening, Room 602 would promptly be filled with an array of thumping music and noises, disturbing the residents. However, due to the protests from the property owner, the anchor girl hadn't broadcasted at night for a while. Ouyang wondered why she had started again tonight.

"I'm annoyed enough as it is, stop with the damn noise!" Ouyang threw off his quilt, ready to stand in defense of public rights.

Don't get the wrong idea—he had no ulterior motives.

However, just as Ouyang stood at the entrance of Room 602, prepared to knock, the music inside abruptly ended. Less than ten seconds later, the door opened.

Two pairs of eyes met, filling the air with an immediate sense of awkwardness.

Ouyang froze, hand still in the air, ready to knock.

Those delicate features, that long, black, straight hair, and that school uniform...

Let's put it this way — Ouyang had never seen anyone who could make a school uniform look so good!

Gulp — the sound of swallowing.

Yes, you can let your imagination run wild this time.

"Eh? Hello, I'm Tong Jiaojiao. You can also call me Jiaojiao like my fans do." Tong Jiaojiao saw Ouyang at the door, was startled for a moment, and then took the initiative to greet him.

"Er...Hehe." Ouyang was somewhat at a loss. It was the first time the young master had been so close to a gorgeous girl. "Hello there, my name is Ouyang, I'm your neighbor across the hall at 601..."

Tong Jiaojiao's cherry lips curled up in glee. "Really? That's awesome. Come in, come in quickly. Can you do me a favor? My computer is broken, it just went black all of a sudden."

Ouyang's mind buzzed, so familiar, fixing the goddess's computer? He burst out laughing!

At this moment, Ouyang was no longer slow, his mouth slightly raised, showing what he believed to be his most charming smile: "Of course, I'm quite good at fixing computers."

"Thank you." Tong Jiaojiao flicked her hair.

Gulp — gulp —

The sound of swallowing, yes, twice.

Upon entering the room, Ouyang immediately felt a wave of warmth mixed with a cute ambiance. The entire room was decorated with pink. Under the warm white light, it further stimulated Ouyang's senses.

Countless stuffed toys were placed on the sofa, next to a princess bed. It seemed... on the bed, the innocent Ouyang instantly laughed, expressing an innocent look like he doesn't understand anything.

"Ouyang, take a look, this is my computer. It was just fine." Tong Jiaojiao puckered her lips, once again leaving Ouyang speechless.

If there were two words to describe Ouyang's feelings at this moment, they would be ——Too cute!

Indeed, as a pure-hearted young man, the devastating influence of a girl on Ouyang was immense, as evidenced by his sudden drop in math proficiency.

"Alright, I'll check," Ouyang quickly turned around, faced his computer, started checking from the microphone, and slowly looked down, "There's a lot of stuff here, I need to check them one by one."

In reality, Ouyang had already identified the problem early on. Damn, it was that the power plug had just fallen off.

But! As a righteous guy, a flower of the motherland, and a successor of, well, whatever, stating the problem directly at this point would seem incredibly unprofessional, a disappointment to the great public's ardent hopes.

Tong Jiao stretched lazily, unconcerned about her snowy white skin around her waist, said, "Alright alright, you check carefully, I'm going to take a bath first."

"Cough cough, okay." Ouyang nearly choked on his own saliva.

Take a bath?

Damn, a bath!

Isn't this a familiar scene, something I have seen in a movie?

Buzz——Buzz——Buzz——

While Ouyang was in deep thought, his cell phone suddenly started vibrating.

"Who the hell is bothering me," Ouyang muttered, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket, and was stunned.

He saw the cell phone screen changing colors, then disappear. All the original apps on the phone were gone, except for the contacts and WeChat.

What the heck?

Ouyang instinctively opened WeChat, all his original friends were gone, leaving only a WeChat group. The group name was ——Step Over Lingxiao, Be Recklessly Arrogant!

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