The Deceitful One - Chapter 50 Theft Path

Bai Fan was a Chinese medical university student who woke up as a Japanese high school student named Kitagawa Tera about half a month ago.It was just like a typical starting point in a novel. He re-experienced life as a high school student in his twenties. Youthful, energetic girls, and colorful love comedies…That should have been the original plot…However, heaven was obviously playing a joke on Bai Fan as he had not inherited any memories of the original Kitagawa Tera.Follow the level-headed and cold Kitagawa Teru as he navigated around his new world with the ‘System’ that constantly gave him supernatural quests to clear.

Su Bai unexpectedly finds himself traversing into a world where urban dramas collide, bound by a mysterious system.Upon arriving at Shuxiang Yaju, he happens upon Song Qian, who is awkwardly stuck in a doorway. Without hesitation, Su Bai comes to her rescue from behind, freeing her.From that moment on, their relationship takes an unexpected turn, and before they know it, the two inadvertently find themselves wandering into a tangled web.Just as they become ensnared in one another’s company, they are caught—by none other than Tong Wenjie from Chunfeng.Blushing furiously, Song Qian stammers, “Wenjie, let me explain…”Wenjie smirks, “Explain what? I want in too!”Pei Yin interjects coyly, “Su Bai, don’t you think you should be fair? If you’re tutoring Teacher Song, I’d like the same treatment…”Nuo Lan teases, “Do these stockings look good with my dress?”Gu Jia sobs, “You’re so capable… I can’t help it!”Jiang Nansun calls out, “Su Bai!”And there are more: Xu Hongdou, Zhuge Dali, Wan Yu, Jiang Lai, Qiao Jingjing…

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation.