My Bro Helped You Rise to the Top, but You Beat Me Up

However, No. 987654321?

Su Qingci still remembered this number.

Surprisingly, after all these years, the other party is actually able to communicate with the Main System.

That's great, Little System has grown up.

But the next second, Su Qingci suppressed that emotion, reverting to her unyielding demeanor, and raised her chin, saying:

"So what? You called me here just to ask this? Just say what you mean, don't beat around the bush."

Okay, then I won't beat around the bush. Let's go!

The Main System immediately transported Su Qingci to a small room.

A figure with short, dark red hair cursed:

"Pah! Watch your tone! Do you think I'm customer service?"

[Your task is to make him behave, finish his punishment as soon as possible, and get him out of here. Once this is resolved, I will give you a reward.]

The Main System has been troubled by this.

This system is so noisy, and it's always criticizing itself!

Ha, do you think you want to lock him up?

Everything is governed by rules.

Because of this rule, when the Main System finally caught Su Qingci a foul, it didn't know what was wrong with her. She was usually so taciturn, but now she had become like this.

Is it because I've reached the age of rebellion?

Moreover, in the last few centuries, the other side has seemed to have completely given up and abandoned all pretense of life.

They never do any work, let alone make any big mistakes, they don't even make a small one.

When the Main System detected the other party's mistake, it practically wanted to jump out of its chair.

As for the mistake Su Qingci made this time?

Ever since the other party was created by the Main God, the god decreed that no matter what the other party did, it would not be taken seriously. Even if the Main System itself were killed, it would not matter.

However, this command was unknown only to Su Qingci herself within the system; all other systems knew about it.

"You've arrived? Please have a seat."

As Wuma Xiu stepped through the portal, the scene before him changed abruptly; everything here was all too familiar.

This is his home.

A figure was leaning against his Sofa, holding a celadon teacup in his hand.

For some reason, Wuma Xiu felt that the other person was showing off.

Like the Main System, that person's face was also obscured to outsiders, as if shrouded in a fog that could never be dispelled.

But Wuma Xiu could see it clearly.

The moment that face came into view, his pupils contracted slightly.

Those eyebrows, those features, that nonchalant air that emanates from the very core of them, so irritating it makes your teeth itch.

--Looks familiar, so very familiar.

The face looked so familiar that Wuma Xiu's apple bobbed, and the next second he lost his composure, pointing at the other person and cursing:

"Grandson, it's you!"

The other person put down their teacup, spread their arms in a pretentious manner, and wore the same sly smile as before:

"It's been a long time since I've heard anyone dare to call me that. According to your timeline, it's been fifteen years. Good brothers Reunion, what a touching scene! Xiao Xiu, come here, give me a hug?"

Wuma Xiu didn't stand on ceremony with him at all. He took two steps forward and kicked him.

That kick carried real force, sending the other person and the Sofa sliding back half a meter.

"Zhangsun Yan! You're holding another one? I'd be lucky if I didn't kick you to death!"

Such vivid anger rarely appeared on Wuma Xiu's face.

"How many years have you been dead? Don't tell me you fell off a cliff and survived, then transmigrated, became a god like the protagonist, and then, because you love reading system novels, created a system out of boredom!"

Zhangsun Yan wasn't angry at being kicked; instead, he clapped his hands, making a few crisp, loud claps.

"Xiao Xiu, you're still the same prophet as always, all right. It's just the process, I don't even need to explain it to you again."

As he spoke, he opened his arms again.

"As your best brother since we were toddlers, I figured I couldn't just enjoy this all to myself, so I invited you along. How about that, bro? Pretty brotherly, right?"

"The System I'm giving you is an experienced, very wealthy, and aloof big shot that you like."

"If you're really too touched, give me a hug."

However, what awaited Zhangsun Yan was yet another round of merciless blows.

"I really thank you! Thank you! I really thank you! Thank you for letting me die suddenly, thank you for separating me from my family, thank you for giving me the experienced, aloof, and powerful leadership, thank you..."

With each sentence Wuma Xiu uttered, he kicked Zhangsun Yan.

"Hey Xiu, I'm helping you climb the ladder of success, and you actually attacked me! Go easy on me! You've ruined my image!"

Chaos erupted everywhere.

Zhangsun Yan dodged while laughing so hard his eyes disappeared, as if he had returned to the days when the two of them were still chatting and joking on the school rooftop.

Finally, Zhangsun Yan lay face down on the floor, clutching his waist in an extremely ungraceful position, his buttocks sticking up high. He gasped for breath, but still managed to turn his head and force a "Are you calm now?" smile at Wuma Xiu:

"If I'm still not satisfied, I'll have to give it one last kick. Just one, no more. I'm a Main God, after all. If other systems see me like this, what will happen?"

Wuma Xiu glared at the guy who was still haggling while lying on the ground, his face dark with anger.

That shameless personality of his hasn't changed at all.

"Get up."

"Okay."

Zhangsun Yan nimbly got up from the floor and sat back on the Sofa. He crossed his legs, straightened his clothes, and resumed his elegant and dignified demeanor.

Wuma Xiu sat opposite him, staring at him with a complicated expression.

He witnessed Zhangsun Yan fall off the cliff and searched for several days before finally finding him, who had already turned to mush.

He cried until his voice became hoarse.

Later, Wuma Xiu even burned some of his most beloved game sets over there, just so his brother wouldn't be too bored over there.

As it turned out, this guy not only didn't die, but he also thrived.

If he hadn't seen it today, he probably would never have known that he had cried, burned, and grieved in vain.

"Speak, what do you want now that you've suddenly appeared?"

Wuma Xiu's tone was unfriendly, but he ultimately didn't make another move.

Zhangsun Yan fiddled with the Sofa pillow in his hand, and after a few seconds he spoke:

"Actually, I didn't plan anything special. There are just two things I need to tell you. I should have told you from the beginning, but a small problem arose in the middle, and I went to deal with it personally. I just got back recently."

"Speak, what is it?" Wuma Xiu scoffed. "Even if you told me now that I can never go back, I wouldn't be surprised at all."

He said it casually, with a hint of self-deprecation and sarcasm.

But Zhangsun Yan's expression changed after hearing this.

He turned his head away and muttered to himself:

"Your mouth must have been blessed by a master when you were a child."

Wuma Xiu's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Zhangsun Yan quickly changed the subject, his expression becoming serious again, and said:

"Although you guessed this, there's one last thing you definitely won't guess. I suggest you give me a hug right now!"

He opened his arms again.

"Fine, don't tell me then." Wuma Xiu made a move to get up.

"Stop!"

Zhangsun Yan grabbed his arm and forcefully pressed him back onto the Sofa.

"I've brought your parents, and your deceased grandparents, all here to work for me. Of course, there are my parents too. I've customized a system for each of them, and they're currently on their honeymoons in different worlds. Maybe soon, your younger siblings will be born."