"Parenting is ultimately about responsibility. Though tinged with sci-fi, The Prankster Girl is a painfully real human story — one that stings the conscience of every reader."
——Hu Shichuan, Douban reader

★A magical youth suspense novel in the style of Higashino Keigo.
Higashino Keigo's style is characterized by his ingenious suspense setups, unexpected plot twists, and profound insights into human nature and social issues. By blending realistic and orthodox detective elements, he creates stories that are both captivating and thought-provoking.

★While centered on pranks, the story reflects the psychological and emotional states of modern youth, offering profound social commentary that resonates deeply.

"No one's youth is inherently evil — I just took a wrong turn along the way."
"Sometimes, pranks are my only form of rebellion. Maybe then, you'll finally notice me!"

What if you held a "License to Mischief" — a free pass to vent every frustration? Would it truly bring happiness?
Feng Luxuan, a girl starved of familial warmth while living under others' roofs, stumbles upon such a license and embarks on a prank-filled rebellion. She soon discovers a clandestine Prankster Club whose members, twisted by life's disappointments, orchestrate elaborate schemes for catharsis.
Addicted to the chaos, Luxuan spirals until she meets cram school teacher Yu Guangya and her boyfriend Zhou Yu. Their influence begins to soften her edges. The summer after her college entrance exams, as cracks widen between Zhou Yu and Yu Guangya, Luxuan intervenes to mend their relationship — only to realize she's fallen for Zhou Yu herself.
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Yu Guangya ultimately broke up with Zhou Yu and flew abroad. Meanwhile, Feng Luxuan and Zhou Yu's hearts grew closer and closer, and they decided to work together to uncover the truth behind the "Passport for the Wicked"...

Yang Xin

Yu Shengyan (pen name) is an author and screenwriter formerly serving as deputy editor of New Edge Reading. Specializing in youth suspense, she boasts a loyal fanbase and has published over a million words in top-tier magazines. Her bestselling novel "The Dream Interpreter" (2018) remains a hit. Screenwriting credits include "Soul Painter", "The Assassins: Dragon Blood", "300 Tang Cases" and "Black Pupil".

Feng Luxuan's Chapters
Prologue /002
The Most Profound Memory of Youth /003
Only By Living On Will You Find Life's Meaning /006
The Lifeline When Drowning /011
When Fate's Design Is Unclear, Embrace What Comes /014
Birds of a Feather Flock Together /017

Zhou Yu's Chapters
Sorry We Met at Such a Terrible Time /022
In the Arrogance of Youth, We Crave a Dazzling Moment /025
This Rain, So Lonely It Falls /028
Two Opponents, Now Bound by a Shared Secret /032
Some Regrets Stem from Cowardice and Missed Chances /036
Has Anyone Ever Set Off Dazzling Fireworks Just for You? /040
Life Is a Mirror — What You Give Is What You Get /043
So Close, Yet Worlds Apart /047
Do I Have the Courage of a Moth Darting Into Flame? /051
I Dare to Love Someone — Do You? /055
What You Scorn Is What I'd Give My Life to Pursue /059
Can You Stay True to Yourself, Despite the Noise? /065
How I Envy Those Who Can Cry or Laugh Freely /069
Tears May Dry, But Courage Never Runs Out /073
Surely There Are Things More Precious Than Love? /077
I Didn’t Realize You Called This Love /081
The Future Isn’t Predestined /086
Don’t Be a Fool — Your Life Isn’t a Weapon Against Those Who Don’t Love You /089
Just One Tender Gesture, and I’ll Wipe My Tears and March On /093
Every Choice You Make Bears Weight for Those Who Love You /097
"If I Make Mistakes, Mom, Will You Still Love Me?" /102
Unrequited Love — That Bittersweet Complexity /106
Shelter from the Storm — That’s What Happiness Is /109
Your Fearlessness Breaks My Heart /113
Running Away Is the World’s Most Childish Act /117
If the One You Love Is Happy, Being Together Doesn’t Matter /123
"Stop Helping Me Chase Her — I’ll Do It Myself" /127

Le Qin's Chapters
Like a Stray Cat Baring Claws — Her Ferocity Is Just Fear in Disguise /132
The More They Want You to Fail, the Harder You Must Rise /137
Nothing a Good Meal Can’t Fix — If Not, Then Two /142
A Mother’s Hug, the Warmest Memory of All /146
"Let Me Help You Win Her, Help You Keep Her" /150
Those Mistakes Aren’t Worth Your Whole Life /154
That Rainy Night — I Should’ve Waited Longer for You /159
Cynicism Only Pleases Those Who Look Down on You /164
Don’t Say You Love Me Out of Guilt — That’s Not Real Love /168
I Don’t Want to Die — There’s Still So Much Left Undone /174
Sorry for Judging You Without Knowing You /179
Forgiving Others’ Mistakes Is Freeing Yourself /183
When He Met Her, He Didn’t Yet Understand Love /187
"I Want to Go to College, to Live Differently" /190
Words Spilled in Anger Often Hold the Truest Feelings /195
At the Same Starting Point, the Right Choice Leads Us Home /199
Heaven or Hell — Hanging by a Thread /202
"Maybe We Should Officially Date!" /210
"Will You Try to Ask Me to Stay?" /212
"If You Want to Fly, Then Let’s Fly Together!" /217

Prologue
In the dead of night, the dilapidated Golden Sail residential complex was shrouded in silence, devoid of any noise, and the streetlights were out, yet a small red dot on the rooftop of one of the buildings flickered conspicuously.
A girl of about fifteen or sixteen stood silently on the rooftop of that building, staring blankly at what lay below. Next to her was a thin man in his early twenties, coughing and smoking a cigarette, the cigarette's end flickering in the darkness.
The building was very old, and the rooftop was no exception, cluttered with old junk and trash. With the recent rain, these items, soaked with water, emitted a strange odor. Next to the clutter was an old table with a bottle of red wine on it, half gone, and two dirty glasses beside it, one still full of red wine, the other already empty.
After finishing his cigarette, the man walked over to the table, filled the empty glass, and drained it in one gulp.
"Who drinks red wine like that!" the girl complained.
The man, after finishing his drink, turned to stare intently at the girl and uttered a sentence, "Accompany me in death!"
The girl was taken aback, a hint of terror crossing her face as she began to slowly retreat, feeling around in her bag. She remembered she had it with her, but in this crucial moment, she couldn't find it.
A smile spread across the man's face, "I'm just joking with you."
He approached the girl, and she tensed up, every hair on her body standing on alert, but he said nothing and turned back to lean against the railing and smoke.
"You can go, I want to be alone for a while", the man said, waving his hand. The girl hastily turned to leave, and the man didn't look at her again, instead going back to the table to slowly sip his wine.
"You're really timid, I was just teasing you..." he muttered.
After finishing the entire bottle, he staggered down the stairs, when suddenly he slipped and fell from the staircase.
Crimson blood slowly trickled down the stairs.
Neither he nor she knew that the words "You can go..." would be the last thing he would say to her.