Nezha was a mythological figure everyone in Huaxia knew, but he was certainly no little angel.
Even if King Li had disciplined him into behaving like one, he was still a little terror at heart.
Nezha had grown sick of staying in the Heavenly Court. Under King Li's strict supervision in particular, he was bored out of his mind. It was only natural that he wanted something fun to do.
Finding some entertainment for a little terror like him would be easy, wouldn't it?
Thinking back to his own school days, Shen Bing had spent all day under his teachers' watchful eyes, then wanted to sneak in some fun at night.
Watching television, reading novels...
Well, neither of those seemed workable. Television was out of the question, since he couldn't send one to the Immortal Realm. Novels? Was he supposed to recite them to Nezha? He had no interest in becoming a storyteller.
Still, Shen Bing had an ace up his sleeve. If there was one thing Earth had no shortage of, it was entertainment.
Cards, mahjong, dice—any of those could work.
Damn, he really was leading the boy further down the little-terror path.
But gods... well, surely there wasn't any rule against gambling? Or against neglecting their proper duties? What even counted as a god's proper duties?
Whatever. As long as he completed the mission, it wasn't his problem if he led Nezha astray.
Suddenly, Shen Bing's phone rang.
Not the one he used to play the game, but another phone reserved for calls.
He picked it up and saw that it was Wang Bo, his troublemaking dorm mate.
After starting his company, Shen Bing had still returned to campus fairly often at first, but as things got busier, his visits became less frequent. He hadn't lost touch with