[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-play-for-real":3,"chapter-i-play-for-real-i-play-for-real-chapter-10":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Play for Real!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2313108,4523,"Chapter 10","i-play-for-real-chapter-10",10,"\u003Cp>“Hurry up! If he’s fine afterward, I’m gonna beat him senseless to vent my rage—I haven’t forgotten that hair-pulling insult, but I’m giving you face for now, hmph!” Mingyang kept muttering about his humiliation, yet for the sake of brotherhood, he’d let Zhenlin handle it first—classic face-saving behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d done childish things like this before, but back then he’d settled the score immediately; now, with Zhenlin standing in the way, he couldn’t act. Sigh—why did he end up with such a useless teammate? Yi Zhen was just hungry, right? Couldn’t he just fetch him food and be done with it? Why the endless delay, acting like a girl? He dramatically flicked his pinky finger, then returned to normal, placing his hand under his chin in the classic spectator pose, ready to quietly watch Zhenlin’s move. Since he was bored anyway, why not enjoy Yi Zhen’s feast as an audience?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still remembered how Yi Zhen used to eat—slow, deliberate, serene—making all the guys in their dorm hungry just watching. Too bad he hadn’t seen it in ages; he actually missed it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? Isn’t Zhenlin holding two portions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mingyang spun around to check the bed where he’d left the food—damn, it was completely empty, not a crumb left. What was he supposed to do when he got hungry later?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever, it's better not to see it. Their dorm's food supply was gone; if he got hungry again, it would just be Bai Da anyway. To avoid dying of craving, looking away was the best choice. Sure, the chewing sounds were tempting, but not seeing it was still better—he could barely resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenlin had no idea that Mingyang, who’d just moments ago looked skeptical and curious, had already forgotten their simple promise. Now he stood with his back turned, not even lifting the mirror—he’d never liked sneaky tricks like that, so there was no way he’d be peeking through reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was normal, just waiting for word that Yi Zhen had finished eating—then he could finally reach out with his evil claws and teach him a lesson. Just thinking about it felt good. Of course, he’d never sneak-attack while Yi Zhen was eating—he was a gentleman. When would he ever find a girl? That’d at least satisfy his mom’s constant pressure to marry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ugh, I’m only seventeen! Sure, I’m the oldest in the dorm, but why’s everyone treating me like I’m ancient? I’ve only been in school for two semesters—I’m still in first year! Why the rush? Aren’t pinky fingers and bowties cute enough? Isn’t cosplay cool enough? I just want one girl to pretend with me—no need for anything serious. Marriage? Never. I haven’t even had fun yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft, better stop daydreaming. Worst case, I’ll just free myself—I’ve got ways to earn money. As a dorm supervisor, I’ve got privileges, limited but still profitable. I won’t starve. If anyone’s anxious, it’s my family—not me. Why am I overthinking? Probably just bored. Maybe count sheep? Good distraction, two birds with one stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mingyang slipped into his own imagined world, muttering silently—no effect on the outside world. He just stood there like an idiot; no one would notice anything odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, none of them in this dorm were normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fop, who became dorm leader because of his age and mouth, then got dragged into being dorm supervisor after being too active in organizing events. He hated it at first, now he brags about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One with a brilliant mind but simple limbs, indecisive in crises, practically brain-dead—but he’s a real academic genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You couldn’t really argue with that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One game noob who doesn’t care if he wins or loses, still cheerful, has a little opinion but not much, poor judgment—he had to try an experiment three times just to barely meet the standard. Polite term: cautious. Harsh term: stubborn. Needs someone to spell it out before he gets it. Total hardhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one, their dorm’s third brother, ranked fourth in looks but the ultimate vacation addict. Every holiday, he vanished the moment he got back to the dorm—you never knew when he left, and worse, he never came back on time. He’d return the next day at noon after the deadline. The homeroom teacher had long given up warning him, just approved his leave every time. What could you do? Report him absent? Please, that affects performance metrics—who’d turn down money? As long as he didn’t exceed his own promised return time, it was barely acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Four Greats are all accounted for—total weirdos gathered, perfect number for a mahjong game. Too bad the school bans it; otherwise, they could’ve played till dawn. And Third Brother’s speed? Everyone’s seen it—no need to even imagine such a scenario.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Yi Zhen, if you can finish it all, it’s yours. Don’t overeat. Remember that story I told you? Stomach pumping is agony—better not try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhenlin still had some psychological scars. When he reached the bed, he placed the food directly in Yi Zhen’s line of sight, then slowly stepped back, reminding him of that old story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it hadn’t been so vivid, he’d have forgotten it long ago. But the memory still haunted him. His tone grew somber, but he quickly pulled himself together—he didn’t want to spread bad vibes. From the perspective of a roommate and friend, he just hoped Yi Zhen would be okay, wouldn’t end up in the hospital over this. It wasn’t worth it. Beneath his rugged frame, there must be a simple heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father had suddenly fallen gravely ill. His mother couldn’t leave to care for him. If Zhenlin hadn’t happened to return home on break, his father’s spine might’ve collapsed forever…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, though his father lay in bed, he smiled. That moment was unforgettable—he slept peacefully, content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But good fortune didn’t last. While Zhenlin was in the restroom, the door closed. Only two patients were there; he could hear faint voices outside—the doctor and nurse discussing his father. He didn’t understand the condition, and panic rose. He dared not burst in. His hand rose, then fell, again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored the stares around him—his whole focus was on that door. But he lacked the courage to face it. Because what he feared most was what lay inside…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctor: This patient is critical!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurse: What do we do now? We can’t keep him lying here forever—his stomach will rupture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doctor: We can’t delay. But to clear his throat, we need tools—and we don’t have them ready. Can’t start yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nurse: Got it. I’ll get them. Dr. Hu, take the patient out first. I’ll join you shortly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Squeak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closed door swung open. Zhenlin, tear-streaked, collided with the nurse. He quickly wiped his face and dashed inside—he had to know the truth immediately. He had to prove he was worth being a son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, kid, wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though her belly ached from the collision, the nurse didn’t care. Seeing the small figure bolt away after bumping her, she reflexively moved to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But adults are slow—despite being adults, they’re no match for a chubby kid. In seconds, he was face-to-face with two wide-open eyes inside. He realized it had all been a false alarm. He relaxed, then ran toward his father again. He wanted to look at him longer—please, let his illness heal fast. Otherwise, he’d be heartbroken. This was the first time he’d seen his father so weak. It was impossible not to be shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>",1240,"2026-06-20T13:14:28.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","219b2afb34615626d1b40e708bf70069be2f617710138f8e54096adb9dd4dd61","i-play-for-real-chapter-11","i-play-for-real-chapter-9",25,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-play-for-real-cover.jpg"]