Chang Fei never imagined the Matchmaker booklet’s upgrade would bring such unexpected quirks.
Perhaps it was because he made a random wish, got hit by a meteor, became a god, and inexplicably gained a unique physique.
So, the booklet’s bizarre upgrade seemed almost normal.
But why did it have to be a golden right hand?
He’s just an ordinary lefty!
“Golden right hand!”
A shout rang out, startling Chang Fei, who instinctively kicked backward.
The kick landed squarely in someone’s stomach, sending them tumbling and rolling into the street, where a car promptly hit them.
Chang Fei froze, quickly retracting his foot, whistling innocently as if it had nothing to do with him.
The car sped off, leaving Chang Fei sheepish.
He turned to run but was grabbed by the ankle.
“Sorry, my foot slipped and accidentally sent you flying. You okay? Need me to call an ambulance?”
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?!”
The guy, blood streaming from his forehead, clutched Chang Fei’s shoulder, sneering menacingly, looking ready to throw a punch.
Chang Fei shrugged helplessly, spreading his hands.
“It really wasn’t my fault. Who sneaks up behind someone and yells ‘golden right hand’? Anyone normal would be startled, right?”
“That makes sense… but your reaction’s nothing like a normal person’s!”
The guy eyed Chang Fei, his expression practically vengeful.
Chang Fei raised an eyebrow.
“I’m naturally more sensitive than others?”
“Sensitive enough to kick someone? I nearly died!”
The guy glared, demanding, “Don’t you think you owe me some compensation for fairness?”
“Another kick?”
Chang Fei grinned, his tone now carrying a hint of threat.
The guy flinched, releasing him and stepping back cautiously, still glaring.
With some distance, Chang Fei finally got a good look at him.
He was young, with a square face that wasn’t rugged but carried a scholarly air.
Glasses framed his peach-blossom eyes, hinting at a romantic calamity.
His features were soft, lacking the sharp edges of youth, and his frail frame in a student shirt made him look delicate despite his decent height of around 5’11”.
Chang Fei realized he’d seen this guy before—when he’d been running earlier, someone was shouting, and it was probably him.
As he pondered, the Matchmaker booklet intelligently provided the guy’s info:
Kading Che:
Male
21 years old
Third-year student, Art Design Department, Shenghua University
Love interest: Leng Yin’ning, illegitimate daughter of the Leng family
Love progress: Leng Yin’ning – 45%
Physical condition: Healthy, cultivator physique, fire element complete, early foundation-building stage
Friendly reminder: A cultivator’s love is fated by heaven, rare and hard to seek.
Find their cultivation partner to earn extra rewards.
Reading this, Chang Fei nearly drooled.
This was like a dream job falling from the sky!
Who’d have thought running around randomly would lead to such a find on the street?
“Hey, little sister, you okay?”
A hand waved in front of him, snapping him out of his glee.
Chang Fei’s brow twitched.
“Which eye of yours thinks I’m a girl?”
“You’re so short…”
“I just haven’t grown yet.”
“Your voice doesn’t sound like a boy’s!”
“I haven’t hit puberty yet.”
“Your face is so cute!”
“That’s because boys look like their moms when young, and girls look like their dads!”
“Who told you that? If a daughter looked like her dad…”
Kading Che’s mind conjured a bearded, square-faced, nose-hair-picking, foot-scratching… girl?
He gagged uncontrollably.
“Hey, what kind of monster did you imagine a dad-like daughter as? Apologize to all the good-looking dads out there!”
Chang Fei could guess what he was picturing.
“You’re the one making it sound horrifying! And what kind of girl is like you?”
Kading Che patted his chest, finally recovering.
“I’m not a girl, okay? How many times do I have to explain?”
Chang Fei was done arguing with this weird otaku, brushing off his clothes to leave.
“Wait, where’re you going? Can I see your golden right hand?”
Kading Che called out, trying to stop him.
Before he finished, Chang Fei’s fist grazed his cheek—not too hard, but enough to send Kading Che stumbling, ears ringing.
Chang Fei’s voice came faintly: “What did you say? Golden right hand? What golden right hand?”
“The legend… the unbeatable gaming king with a golden right hand! Let me see it!”
Kading Che, like an unkillable cockroach, sat up, wiping his bloody nose and grabbing Chang Fei’s hand.
Chang Fei realized too late.
“Huh? It’s a gauntlet?”
“No kidding. What else would it be?”
“Not a golden right hand?!”
“It’s the gauntlet glowing!”
“Why’s a gauntlet glowing?”
“Who knows?”
Too lazy to explain, Chang Fei flung Kading Che away, sending him arcing toward the alley’s exit.
Thud!
Kading Che’s mouth collided with a girl’s forehead who’d just appeared.
“Ow!”
Leng Yiqing hadn’t expected to get hit, stumbling backward.
“Shaxue?”
Chang Fei’s ears perked at her cry of pain.
Turning, he saw Leng Yiqing clutching her forehead, sitting up, staring in shock at him and then at Kading Che, who was kneeling, covering his mouth.
Looking back at Chang Fei, her expression turned incredulous.
“You… you guys… in this alley…”
Her voice trembled, tears welling as she stood shakily.
Chang Fei sensed a misunderstanding brewing.
Opening his mouth to explain, he froze as a hand reached up, pressing Leng Yiqing’s shoulder.
A grim, cloudy face loomed, forcing his words into a startled: “Holy crap!”
“Huh?”
Leng Yiqing, seeing Chang Fei’s terrified look, felt a chill down her spine, goosebumps rising.
Shivering, she screamed and swung her fist backward.
“Miss… ouch…”
The words were cut off as Chang Fei covered his eyes.
“Miss, can you watch it? You knocked out my teeth!”
The voice, muffled by a swollen mouth, came from Kading Che.
Leaving the hospital, Kading Che grumbled at Leng Yiqing.
He wasn’t exactly calm, but thankfully, teeth could be fixed.
Otherwise, a leaky mouth would’ve been mortifying.
His sausage-like lips ruined his refined image, making him look goofy.
Leng Yiqing, with a bandage on her forehead, kept apologizing as his lips flapped.
Chang Fei, squinting from the sidelines, watched.
A faint red string between them was turning vivid, nearly connecting.
His head ached.
Wasn’t his love interest supposed to be Leng Yin’ning, the Leng family’s illegitimate daughter? What a scam!
Why does Xu Shaxue connect red strings everywhere?
Is she a cosmic matchmaker?
Or some cursed heartthrob?
Why am I one of her many suitors?
I’m the Matchmaker God!
Why must I face heartbreak before even falling in love?
What kind of Matchmaker is this?
I quit!
Fuming, Chang Fei glared at the string linking his pinky to Leng Yiqing’s.
Grabbing it, he yanked, blood trickling from his finger.
The booklet warned: “Eligible for Matchmaker Universal Scissors. Leng Yiqing and Lezheng Fei’s love progress was reduced to 10%. Cut the string?”
Chang Fei froze, a pang of pain and sadness hitting him, his nose stinging.
His mind flashed to Leng Yiqing’s embrace with another boy, the blooming red string.
Why meddle in human emotions, ruining their bonds for an impossible love story?
Why not let others find happiness and handle this with fairness and sincerity?
With a bitter smile, he lowered his eyes.
The red string wasn’t something he longed for—it was chaos.
If he had the chance, why not cut it?
His future couldn’t involve staying with a girl he truly liked, right?
“…Cut… cut it…”
Chang Fei murmured, resolving himself.
The Universal Scissors severed the string.
In that instant, Leng Yiqing’s gaze met his.
As if sensing something, her heart ached, like she’d lost something vital.
Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Chang Fei.
The red string about to connect with Kading Che fizzled, snapping with a hiss, vanishing.
Leng Yiqing noticed Chang Fei’s pained, twisted expression clearly.
Something unfamiliar in his eyes—some emotion she didn’t understand—faded away.
Shang Zhi’s note:
Work kept me busy, so only one chapter was revised today.
If this chapter feels bleak, don’t despair—there’s always a glimmer of light in the darkness.