MTL - The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence! - Chapter 74

Ye Xuan transmigrated back to when he was an infant cuddling in the embraces of his nine older sisters. He activated the God-tier Sign-in System.

[You are hugged by your eldest sister, who is the COO of a financial conglomerate. You signed in and obtained RMB100000000.]

[You are fed medicine by your second sister, who is crowned the God Hand. You signed in and acquired god-tier acupuncture skills.]

[You trained along with your third sister, who is a Martial Arts Grandmaster. You signed in and your overall physique improved.]

[You live-streamed with your fourth sister, who is the top news anchor in the country. You signed in and acquired extraordinary good looks.]

……

Ye Xuan could sign in daily!

After staying in the city and signing in for eight years, Ye Xuan had accumulated an astronomical amount of wealth and become a billionaire.

On his eighth birthday, his nine sisters were forced by the grand elder of their clan to get married. Just when everyone had lost hope of turning things around, Ye Xuan hopped down from his eldest sister’s embrace and said, “You’re marrying my sisters off against their wills. Have you consulted me about this?”

For a long time, Malin always felt that Fate had been quite generous to him. Although he had to face that life-threatening job every day, as long as he had the lovely Leopard Girl cooking delicious food for him daily, and as long as there was meat to eat and cats to stroke, life wasn't too unbearable. Working a bit harder and facing some difficulties on the job weren't really an issue for a man.Moreover, being able to live two lives meant one shouldn't have too high demands, right, Mr. Different-Kind?Having said that, and without waiting for an answer, the young man snapped his fingers, and the white flame on his fingertip lit the tobacco in his other hand, then he flicked it towards the non-human entity on the stake.Welcome to Abield, to witness the last splendor of the steampunk era.And the madness.

Upon stepping onto the court, he had only one goal—to get the ball into the basket!

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.