After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 What Kind of Mortal Suffering Is This

Because of jealousy, her face was somewhat distorted.

Feng Juanjuan sulked with her head down, not daring to target Ji Tian without Gong Dongxi backing her, as she had no power or influence and didn’t want any trouble arising from her actions.

Gong Dongxi was annoyed she wasn’t in Class One, which allowed Shen Zhiyi to prevail.

It was all because when she had asked Bai Tingyu what he liked, he had said he liked her to stay away from him.

So she settled for Class Two, thinking distance makes the heart grow fonder, perhaps he would get sick of her if she clung to him all the time.

Now she was so angry, she could cry!

No matter what, she had to get into Class One in this midterm exam!

Tiantian spent the whole day in class acting like a different person, seriously listening to lectures without playing games or sleeping and slacking off, which Jian Chuyi found somewhat hard to get used to.

Upon asking, the answer was that she wanted to break into the top 500 of the whole school to earn ten billion.

Jian Chuyi’s expression was indescribable: “…”

In four words: Delusional talk.

However, the problem was that Ji Tian, who initially maintained pristine textbooks, began taking notes.

According to her own words, it was “Don’t tarnish the purity within these books.”

But now, not only had she tarnished it, she was quickly filling it up.

Jian Chuyi, bored of listening to the lecture and finding the comic book uninteresting, pulled on Ji Tian: “Tiantian, come watch comics with me, these lessons can be listened to anytime.”

“…”

This familiar dialogue, familiar scene, familiar role reversal.

The inevitable Laziness Power, though late, would surely arrive.

Jian Chuyi was perhaps the best example, probably tired of competing.

But right now was the most important part of the chemistry lesson, and Ji Tian didn’t want to break the chain, so she decisively refused: “No thanks, it would interfere with my path to wealth.”

Jian Chuyi pouted, holding on to Ji Tian’s arm: “Tiantian, please, keep me company for just ten minutes, okay?”

“No…”

[Ding, hidden task triggered—Watch comic books with Jian Chuyi for ten minutes. Double points will be awarded. Does the Host accept?]

[1. Accept. 2. Choose 1.]

Ji Tian: “…”

[Choice made on behalf of the Host—Accept. Advertisement will commence before beginning the task, are you willing to watch a 60-second advertisement?]

Ji Tian didn’t bother to have the King of Competition intervene; she chose “very willing.”

Study ✖️

Ambition ✖️

Watch TV ✓

Before Ji Tian’s eyes, a large screen unfolded, showing a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a business suit, exuding dominance.

The woman was dressed as a maid, cleaning, with a stubborn face.

In the TV show, the domineering man walked in as the woman swept the floor, enduring humiliation. He sat on the couch, his expression dark: “Woman, if you don’t clean my villa spotless, I will make your whole family pay!”

Unable to tolerate it any longer, the woman slammed the broom down, her face turning into a rainbow of colors: “Chu Tianba! Don’t be too much, I’ve already gone to such lengths, what more do you want from me? You’re breaking my heart until I go insane!”

“Hah, good for you, daring to lose your temper at me. I will have this broom pay the price!”

The Boss picked up the broom, disregarding the woman with a pale face, and with all his might, snapped the broom in two, dropping it at the woman’s feet. As she sat on the ground, heartbroken, he licked his lips, tilted her chin up, and pointing at the broom said: “See, this is what happens to those who mess with me!”

Forced to watch for sixty seconds, Ji Tian: “…”

What kind of human suffering is this, why did she get bound to such a brain-dead system?

[Task successfully initiated, please ensure the Host completes it within the designated time.]

The King of Competition’s machinery finished speaking and then transformed back into the sobbing, eggshell figure. Holding a tiny handkerchief, it wiped away its tears and cried out with all its might at the TV show Ji Tian had just watched, “Wuuu, she’s already lost her broom, what more do you want! Let her go!”

Ji Tian: “6.”

She needed to wash her eyes, so she grabbed Jian Chuyi’s comic book, “Come on, let’s read together! Nobody’s leaving until class ends!”

And they did read until the end of school.

Only then did Ji Tian finally manage to get that plot out of her mind.

Her Laziness Power reached 24%.

With her recent three points, Ji Tian added them all to intelligence.

She had decided to tackle Ji Qilin’s anti-cancer plan on her own!

To create a potion completely different from theirs.

After school, she visited the YXC club and reviewed the contract Zhan Yi had drafted for her. After checking it thoroughly and finding no issues, she signed her name and let him stamp it with the official seal.

Zhan Yi took a glance at her, “Young, but quite meticulous about these things; you’re really cautious.”

With a smile, Ji Tian looked at him, “I’ll take that as a compliment. This is all about money; everything else can have mistakes, but not a contract; it’s legally binding.”

Meanwhile, Quan Jingyou was numbingly training at the club.

He had convinced his family to let him study and play e-sports at the same time, so he could only come in the afternoons, practicing until late before returning home.

On this Thursday, Ji Tian straightforwardly said, “I’ll come over on Saturday. I’m a bit busy right now and need to rush somewhere else. I’ll send you the training plan through WeChat later; follow it, and I’ll check the results on Saturday. If you can’t finish, you’re not fit for e-sports!”

Zhan Yi: “…”

A few minutes after Ji Tian left, a spreadsheet came through—it was obvious she had prepared it ahead of time, seeing the densely packed hundreds of training items…

Finish all of this in one day?!

Crazy!

They had no choice but to train overtime… hoping to complete at least half by Saturday.

…

Black City A3 District.

It looked like any other commercial building on the surface, all conducting legitimate business.

Qin Jiangsheng changed into a set of clothes, his entire figure wrapped in a black jacket, wearing a wide-brimmed hood, covering most of his face and revealing only his pale, sharp chin. He entered a building and waited for the elevator, pressing the button for the second basement level.

Walking in, the atmosphere was noisy; this floor was dedicated to gambling, with black market and recreational areas below.

On this level, the sounds of men and women flirting were endless.

Gambling disputes, and the combined stench of smoke and alcohol were particularly pungent.

Beneath Black City A3 District was a hidden commercial empire, with everything for sale!

Qin Jiangsheng moved through the crowd, ignoring everything around him, until someone sharp-eyed spotted him, approaching with a cigarette dangling from his lips, “Yo, what’s this kid doing here? Wanna try your luck with the big boys?”

The man with yellow mid-length hair was covered in tattoos, waving a stack of money in front of Qin Jiangsheng. He slightly lifted his head, revealing indifferent tea-colored eyes, “Get lost, don’t block the way.”

“Don’t be ungrateful,” the man said, pointing at Qin Jiangsheng’s nose, about to smash the money onto his face.

His eyes chilled, Qin Jiangsheng grabbed the man’s arm, and with a “crack,” he snapped the man’s bones, kicked him, and he slid three meters across the floor, hitting the corner of an iron table before stopping; red banknotes scattered everywhere. The noisy district suddenly quieted down.

His hood also slipped off, revealing his face.

The man was in agony, clutching his hand and doubling over in pain.

Qin Jiangsheng put his hood back on and stepped over the man to leave.

A security guard dragged the injured man out; the surrounding crowd was just watching, with others whistling and laughing, no empathy to be found.

“Who was that kid just now? So tough, he beat someone up and didn’t get thrown out,” someone who didn’t recognize Qin Jiangsheng nervously asked.

Another person chuckled, “Next time you see him, walk the other way. He went easy this time. Before, he’d beat someone ’til they bled. If not maiming, then crippling, he’s ruthless. That’s the infamous ‘Demon King’ of A3 District, absolutely crazy.”

The man wiped cold sweat from his face, “Terrifying.”

The man knocked out by Qin Jiangsheng was thrown outside, and nobody cared whether he lived or died.

Shen Zhiyi walked up to the man with the twisted arm, her face somewhat pale, “008, should… should I call the cops…”