There was a beautiful girl lying on my bed.

She lay there peacefully, her delicate face flushed with color. Her long lashes trembled slightly, and her snow-white neck gleamed like polished jade.

"Miss, wake up!"

I nudged her arm, but there was no response. Sighing, I stood up and was about to leave. But just then, she suddenly woke up, quickly throwing her arms around my neck and began crying softly, murmuring, "Why are you doing this to me... why are you doing this to me?"

She seemed deeply heartbroken, and her warm tears quickly soaked into my shirt. I stood there, embarrassed and a bit overwhelmed, the scent of her youthful fragrance surrounding me, intoxicating me like a sweet perfume.

She sobbed quietly, her slender shoulders trembling, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude toward the heavens.

I'm a normal man, and I've always fantasized that one day, a beautiful girl's nerves might go haywire, and that might be my chance. But this girl in front of me, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my 24 years of life. I couldn't help but wonder—was this a blessing from the heavens? Had they finally taken pity on me, giving me a beautiful, wealthy girl with an amazing figure?

But things didn't unfold the way I had imagined. Just as I was about to take the next step, she suddenly shoved me away, crying, "I'm so hungry..."

I was speechless. Could she really be crying because she was hungry?

I stood up, and to my surprise, she stood up too. When she saw me clearly, she let out a sharp scream!

"Bam!"

A cheap keyboard hit me square on the forehead, and then I was pushed out of the room. With a loud bang, the door slammed shut and locked.

"Huh? This looks like my place…"

I stood there dazed for a moment, then knocked on the door. "Miss, let me in! You can't do this!"

There was no answer. I ran to the balcony and looked through the glass. She was curled up under my blanket, sleeping soundly, her beautiful face more enchanting than ever.

...

I sat down hard on the floor, completely bewildered.

Glancing around, I noticed some things left behind in the living room: a half-empty bottle of wine and a round object wrapped in a bag.

Curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up and was surprised to find that it was a gaming helmet!

Even more surprising, the helmet had two bold, intricate characters emblazoned on it: Ling Tong.

...

I froze. It was the Ling Tong gaming helmet!

Half a year ago, a promotional storm swept across the gaming world. The supergiant in the global gaming industry, Yueheng Group, after the success of their previous game Yueheng, spent ten years developing a new game that became known as the "irreplaceable" new title—Ling Tong.

Rumors had it that Ling Tong used groundbreaking brainwave interface technology to fully stimulate the players' senses, achieving a true 100% game realism. The game also boasted the best storyline and an equipment system that could move anyone, with NPC female characters said to be "attractive enough to pick!"

After the decline of the previous game, global players' attention had shifted entirely to Ling Tong. Even many professional gaming teams had sold their equipment from the old game, eager to show off their skills and create a new legacy in Ling Tong.

And today was the day before Ling Tong officially launched, which was a major event for gamers around the world!

But who was this girl in my room? Had I really made a mistake and ended up with the wrong person?

Oh, I almost forgot to mention how the beautiful girl ended up in my room—this all started just a few minutes ago.

Out of nowhere, a brand new white BMW parked downstairs.

I didn't pay much attention at first, but soon I heard some lewd laughter from downstairs. I peeked out and saw a few thugs gathered around the BMW, laughing and joking about something. I could vaguely hear them saying, "This is a girl? Why don't we take the car and bring her back to our place? She looks pretty good…"

My heart skipped a beat. Weren't these the same punks who had been taken away by the police last time? Why were they back in the neighborhood?

The girl in the car… Surely nothing would happen to her, right? If I went out now, would anything happen?

Without thinking, I rushed downstairs and quickly reached the BMW.

As soon as the thugs saw me, they grinned and said, "Hey, what do you want, kid?"

A wave of disgust rose in my chest. I pushed my way through the crowd and grabbed the car door. With a click, it unlocked!

Immediately, the strong scent of alcohol wafted out, mixed with the faint fragrance of the girl.

Looking down, I froze. Sitting in the driver's seat was a beautiful girl, lying back with her face tilted up, looking stunningly beautiful. Her long neck made her look even more breathtaking.

She appeared to be around twenty, one hand holding an expensive bottle of wine, and the other gripping a shopping bag, which seemed to contain a round object.

At the same time, the thugs, noticing how beautiful the girl in the car was, gasped in surprise. One of them immediately said, "Kid, what do you think you're doing? We saw her first!"

I turned to face them and coldly replied, "Move aside. She's my girlfriend."

The thug sneered, "Bullshit. If you had a girlfriend driving a BMW, would you be living in a place like this? Let her go, or we'll call the cops!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Call the cops? Sure, go ahead. If you don't, I will!"

With that, I grabbed a pink phone from the side of the seat—it must have been hers.

The thugs hesitated. One of them muttered, "Fine! If she's really your girlfriend, let's see you take her upstairs!"

I paused for a second, realizing I'd gotten myself into a tricky situation…

Seeing that they wouldn't back off, I gritted my teeth, wrapped my arm around the girl's waist, and, with a bit of force, lifted her out of the car. She had drunk a lot and let out a soft murmur before obediently resting her head on my shoulder.

Click!

I took the keys, locked the car, and carried her upstairs. The thugs stood there, dumbfounded, whispering to each other, "No way… That guy's girlfriend really must be the girl in the car…"

...

I stumbled upstairs, opened the door, and gently placed the girl on the bed.

And that was how, on my bed, a stunningly beautiful girl ended up—one that I never imagined would be here.