Title: 论路人攻如何上位
Author: 不鸽鸽
Chapters: 276 (Completed)

Description:

Ji Linxi was born under a bad star. Orphaned young and left to fend for himself on the streets, he did whatever he had to do to survive.

Though he was blessed with the face of a gentleman, what he actually did were the kinds of filthy, unspeakable things that could never see the light of day. He lusted after money and power, and was also a lecher by nature, spending every night dreaming of acing the imperial exams, marrying a princess, and rising high in the world.

A rat wearing human skin, busy every day in the sewers, until one day he ran into a handsome young man on the street — dressed in fine silks and splendid robes, as otherworldly and immaculate as a peony descending from heaven.

The gorgeous beauty from his dreams, whose features he could never make out in their swirling passion, suddenly had a face.

He was hard.

…

To get a taste of swan meat, Ji Linxi doggedly began his path of counterattack and rise.

In the first year, he studied day and night, passed the county exam, the prefectural exam, and the provincial exam, and became a juren scholar.

In the second year, he passed the metropolitan exam and palace exam, ranked among the first tier, and became the third-place graduate, riding through the streets in triumph.

In the third year… in the third year, Ji Linxi was secretly acting like a dog for the very beauty he had been lusting after — the Crown Prince.

…

“Seize the present, and you create the future.”
“Fight through one year of spring and autumn to win the Crown Prince’s white legs.”
“At a young age one should have towering ambition; if I can’t touch the Crown Prince’s waist, I won’t return.”
“Study hard in the cold window, rejoice on the wedding night.”
“Persistence opens the Crown Prince’s clothes; perseverance smooths the path to the hidden passage.”
“With resolve, everything can be achieved; if I break my boat and burn my pots, the Crown Prince will ultimately be mine.”
“The sincere are not disappointed by Heaven; if I lick enough skin, with enough hunger and thirst, I can swallow him whole.”

…

The Crown Prince, precious beyond compare, endured again and again — and finally could not bear it any longer.

“Bastard! If you keep spouting these shameless yellow poems, tomorrow I’ll cut off your dog head!”