06

 Song Yu didn't catch any hidden meaning in his words and explained to Shen Yize in a half-truthful way, "She's in school and has her final exams coming up."

Shen Yize hummed in agreement and didn't ask any more questions.

He glanced at Zhao Ran, who was passing by him—he looked honest, but he treated a neighbor who was not related to him like a god. Shen Yize couldn't believe that he didn't have some other intentions.

Especially when the other person bent down to put the fruit on the coffee table and looked at Song Yu's slender legs, he looked away uncomfortably.

Just a stray dog ​​with a heart but no guts.

Shen Yize relaxed his vigilance slightly.

His gaze fell on Song Yu again and reminded him, "Is the air conditioner temperature a bit low?"

Song Yu thought he was afraid of the cold, so he turned the temperature up a little.

The boy didn't notice when he got up that a small part of his clothes was lifted up, revealing his fair and supple waist, which made the other two men in the room stare slightly.

One of them quickly looked away with a red face, while the other narrowed his eyes and his eyes darkened.

However, Song Yu's answer reminded Shen Yize of the employee files he had reviewed.

Song Yu's resume stated she was 20 years old.

At that age, most people are still in university.

Going to school isn't as difficult as it used to be; even without money, one can apply for subsidies. Judging from the torn-up diaries Song Yu had written, her handwriting was neat and fluent, indicating at least a serious attitude.

Perhaps there were other difficulties as well.

Shen Yize's thoughts were a jumbled mess, finally interrupted by a casual "boss." He snapped back to reality, staring at Song Yu, his tone formal yet strangely warmer than typical boss-employee relationships.

"You've just recovered from your illness, remember to wear more layers, don't catch a cold again."

Song Yu nodded immediately.

After saying this, Shen Yize left without even a sip of water.

Song Yu was somewhat surprised that her boss had come to see her. After all, she had often heard the supervisor say that bosses were from a different world—seemingly gentle on the surface, but inwardly they didn't care about you at all.

But now, looking at him, Shen Yize seemed quite approachable; wealthy people generally wouldn't come to places like this.

"Your boss is a nice guy," Zhao Ran suddenly said. "I saw he even took you home last time."

Song Yu hummed in agreement.

Zhao Ran's lips moved, as if he wanted to ask something, when Song Yu's phone lit up.

These past few days, the two had spent most of their days together, and Zhao Ran often heard Song Yu's phone vibrate; judging from the frequency, it seemed like more than one person was sending messages.

However, Song Yu was very slow to reply. Often, after someone sent four or five messages, he would glance at them, put down his phone, and then lazily wrap himself up to continue watching a movie.

Zhao Ran inexplicably wanted to know these things, but after calming down a bit, he knew he had no right to interfere.

Whether Song Yu had a girlfriend or a husband, it was none of his business, and he wasn't worthy of it.

Thinking that being neighbors for a while was the only point of intersection between him and Song Yu, the burning sensation Zhao Ran had felt when he glimpsed the boy's lower back instantly cooled.

But then, looking up, Song Yu suddenly offered him a strawberry and smiled.

Zhao Ran's mind went blank again.

At least, he could still do these things for Song Yu.

*

That night, Song Yu went back to work at the bar. He was uneasy all night, afraid that the protagonist would come looking for him with a little dress and make him change into it in front of everyone in the bar.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't come.

However, his nervous appearance was noticed by Shen Yize, who thought he was still sick and directly reached out and pressed his hand on his forehead.

Song Yu was stunned, a little uncomfortable with Shen Yize's sudden closeness, but he didn't say anything and obediently stood still.

But... hadn't it been a bit too long?

Perhaps because the bar was well-cooled, Shen Yize's fingers were slightly cool, and Song Yu felt the heat on his forehead being gradually absorbed by the other party. He raised his eyes slightly: "Boss, I'm better now..."

The boy's voice was very clear and pleasant, but when he called out "boss," it was muffled as if it came from his nose, with a hint of coquettishness.

Perhaps the speaker didn't mean anything by it, but the listener took it to heart.

He would inexplicably feel a kind of pleasure at receiving the exclusive favor of a beautiful person.

Shen Yize's expression softened: "It's still a bit hot. It's easy for it to relapse in just a few days. Go back and rest."

It was almost closing time, and all the customers had left. Song Yu thought for a moment; it was his turn to work today, so he whispered, "Okay."

"I'll take you."

"But I haven't mopped the floor yet..."

"I'll take care of it when I get back."

Hmm?

Under the boy's surprised gaze, Shen Yize calmly feigned nonchalance: "I've been staying at the shop lately, so it'll be convenient for me to clean up when I get back."

Song Yu felt a little uneasy and wanted to politely refuse, but when he looked up, Shen Yize had already turned and gone upstairs, probably to get his car keys.

Oh well.

Refusing again might upset the boss.

The other colleagues were still packing up, noticing Shen Yize's preferential treatment of Song Yu. The part-time workers who had previously found Song Yu's attraction to men disgusting were now staring at Song Yu's face, even having a thought...why weren't they the boss?

Completely unaware of this, Song Yu, afraid Shen Yize would wait for him, immediately went back to the changing room to change, ignoring the ringing phone.

The bar was near the university town; you could walk through the alleys, but by car you had to pass S University.

While waiting at a red light, Shen Yize glanced out the window and suddenly asked, "Were you a student at S University before?"

Song Yu, who was almost asleep, instantly woke up: "Yes..." "

Did you take a leave of absence?"

"Yes."

A little afraid he'd ask about the details of her leave, Song Yu immediately had 009 pull up the relevant information. Surprisingly, Shen Yize didn't continue the conversation, but instead asked, "What about your girlfriend? Is she also from S University?"

Song Yu paused, then nodded guiltily.

Luckily, the light turned green, and Shen Yize didn't ask any more questions.

They drove into the residential area.

The road was narrow and uneven, but Shen Yize drove steadily. Before getting out of the car, Song Yu wanted to check the time, so she glanced at her phone.

There were several missed calls from unknown numbers on the screen.

[Host.] 009 reminded: [It's the protagonist attacking you; he even sent you a text message and will be waiting for you here.]

Song Yu: "...!"

Her already pale face became even paler. He turned to the side and saw Shen Yize unbuckling his seatbelt. He paused, then said, "Boss... I... I'll go up myself! You've worked so hard, go back and rest, thank you!"

With that, he hurriedly got out of the car.

Even his back looked flustered. Shen Yize looked up and saw the lights on in the room that should have been empty.

He waited in the car for a while, his expression inscrutable.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the room light remained on.

Shen Yize's usually calm heart began to race, and he reached for the car door with a cold expression.

Just then, a group of people suddenly emerged from the apartment building.

The streetlights in the old neighborhood were dim and desolate, but Shen Yize still saw the man surrounded by tall bodyguards.

His fingers, resting on the car door, were clenched tightly, veins bulging.

*

In the cramped room.

A young man in a short cheongsam sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers trembling as he unbuttoned his shirt, muttering under his breath, "...a pervert."

The creditor he had cursed had already left, but the blush on the handsome young man's face lingered.

His expression was one of shame and anger, his eyes red and wet.

009 was released and immediately saw this scene.

【Host…】

Song Yu, as if finding a lifeline, sniffed her reddened nose: 【The pervert came to see me again, and he even took pictures…】

009 paused.

From the moment the protagonist sent the text message, it knew it would be blocked for a while.

It just hadn't expected the fragment of the main god to come looking for someone in a cheongsam.

It quickly examined Song Yu's body.

No fingerprints, and apart from a small red patch around the corner of his eye from crying, the rest of his skin was fair and smooth.

This cheongsam was probably custom-made by Shang Linchu; the size was perfect, perfectly outlining Song Yu's figure.

Upon closer inspection, a butterfly was embroidered in a subtle pattern at the slit.

After being rubbed against by the fluffy 009 for a while, Song Yu felt much better and finally had the energy to change clothes and wash up.

He wasn't unfamiliar with taking photos in skirts, but always alone in his room, never by someone else.

Although Shang Linchu said this would offset 500,000 yuan of his debt, Song Yu still couldn't be happy.

Subconsciously, he was terrified of this unfathomable man.

*

Fortunately, Shang Linchu didn't contact him again in the following days, which eased Song Yu's anxiety. Summer was hot, and since he was already a homebody, he was even less inclined to go out, spending all his free time outside of work in his room.

His air conditioner was an old model from many years ago, not very effective at cooling, and his frugal nature wouldn't allow him to leave it on for long, so he often went to Zhao Ran's place to use the air conditioning.

Zhao Ran was quite generous; sometimes when he had to go to the construction site, he would even turn on the air conditioner, and later he simply gave him the key.

The man worked two jobs a day, with very little rest time, and every time he came back, he would buy him fruit.

And not just ordinary fruit; judging from the packaging, it was probably the highest quality and most expensive variety. Song Yu was embarrassed to eat too much, only tasting a couple each time, but Zhao Ran wouldn't eat the rest either.

In the end, it all ended up in his stomach.

Besides all this, Zhao Ran seemed to never stop working. Back in the house, he would first wash the fruit, then cook, shower, and do laundry, even washing and drying Song Yu's clothes after he changed out of them. He was very efficient.

Song Yu was pampered more and more, his skin becoming smooth and white.

Perhaps because someone was helping him, he became increasingly lazy, even too lazy to reply to Tan Yue's messages.

His neglect of his online dating partner was clearly out of character, so he resorted to excuses like "I have final exams coming up, I need to study hard" and "I like smart guys," making Tan Yue on the other end start to wonder if she was being a bit annoying.

But then she thought, a girl should be happy to receive messages from someone she likes, but Song Yu was replying less frequently than during their ambiguous period.

Tan Yue hadn't experienced much setback, and despite his aloof exterior, he was actually quite arrogant.

Staring at the chat window showing "five messages for one reply," he desperately tried to convince himself—Song Yu was shy, unable to handle his flirting.

What was there to be shy about? Boyfriends and girlfriends have to meet eventually, right? Since he'd already agreed to be together, he'd accept whatever she looked like.

But afterwards, Song Yu still barely responded to him and didn't mention meeting up.

Tan Yue was left hanging, unable to move forward, and spent the exam week suppressing his restless emotions.

Finally, after finishing the last exam and handing in his paper, Tan Yue impatiently slung his bag over one shoulder, took out his phone, and started texting with his head down.

He played basketball often; his fingers were long and slender with clean knuckles, suggesting he possessed considerable strength with even the slightest movement.

Three girls were gathered outside the classroom. One of them seemed to have tidied herself up specifically; she had been waiting for ten minutes. Seeing Tan Yue finally hand in his paper and leave the classroom, she called out to him.

Tan Yue looked up, his previously slightly smiling face quickly transforming into the indifferent expression one would show to a stranger.

However, his face was undeniably handsome.

The girl blushed slightly and hesitated for a while until a hint of impatience appeared on her face before finally saying, "Tan Yue, are you busy later? I... I wanted to—"

"Yes," Tan Yue said, tossing out two words before turning around and walking towards the stairs without looking back.

He was always like this, a notoriously low-EQ, clueless guy in the grade. But despite this, many people were willing to give it a try because of his looks, just in case they were Tan Yue's type.

However, Tan Yue, the school heartthrob they considered so aloof that even fairies wouldn't notice him, was currently standing at the corner, sending message after message, regardless of whether the other party replied.

Tan Yue: [Exams are over, still not talking to me?]

Tan Yue: [You haven't messaged me for days, it's too much to ignore me. Don't let my appearance fool you, I can be very mean when I'm angry.]

Tan Yue: [Did the dress I bought for you arrive? I saw it was signed for. Did you try it on? Are you really wearing size L? Your waist is so slim, won't it be too big?] Tan Yue

: [I'd like to treat you to dinner tonight, do you have time to meet?]

Tan Yue: [Wait, you're working part-time, right? How about tomorrow? Didn't you say you like Japanese food? I'll order in advance.]

After sending these messages, he stood there for five minutes, staring intently at his phone screen, until a basketball player came over to greet him, then he casually put his phone back in his pocket.

"Want to play basketball tonight?" The other guy, about his height, put his arm around his shoulder like a buddy. "Or maybe grab a drink?"

Tan Yue took a few steps back, pulling away. "Sorry, I have plans. My girlfriend

's too clingy." He couldn't possibly fool himself with that act.

Tan Yue was actually quite low-key, not fond of talking about his relationship, but he'd subtly show it off.

For example, he wore a red string bracelet that looked like something you'd find for 5.9 yuan on Taobao—a couple's bracelet his girlfriend had stayed up all night braiding.

Don't ask, it's just that true love is priceless.

But it seemed that besides that bracelet, his girlfriend hadn't given Tan Yue any other gifts. Instead, Tan Yue often consulted with teammates who had girlfriends, asking what skirts looked good on tall girls.

His teammates didn't say anything, just told him to focus on his date.

After everyone left, Tan Yue went from a cool, aloof campus heartthrob back to his simp mode.

But a true simp doesn't even realize he's simping.

That evening, Tan Yue finally received a message from Song Yu, who said he was busy and they would meet in a week.

The moment he saw the message, Tan Yue's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He pretended not to care and sent a "okay," but then woke up in the middle of the night like a zombie, frantically searching through his closet and looking in the mirror.

He had to make sure he was at his best on the day of the meeting.

*

After being bombarded with messages from the male college student who had already finished his exams, Song Yu finally withstood the pressure and postponed their meeting to the original timeline.

The closer the meeting got, the fewer messages Tan Yue sent, but he ordered takeout and sent red envelopes to Song Yu more frequently.

Song Yu was freeloading off him, and his savings were almost 20,000 yuan.

However, he was about to have a large expense.

—He was going to meet Tan Yue as a girl, so he didn't need to buy clothes, but he needed a wig. And cosmetics… Song Yu then remembered that he didn't know how to do makeup.

He didn't waste any more time and ordered these things. Logistics were fast these days, and the package arrived the next day. However, there were quite a few packages. After opening them all, he found three extra dresses.

Song Yu stared at them for a while, then took out his phone to take pictures and send them to Tan Yue: [Did you buy these for me?]

The reply came quickly.

[Yes.]

[Did you try on the black one?]

[Or should I wear that when we meet?]

Black… Song Yu removed the top two and saw the black dress Tan Yue had mentioned.

After unpacking it, he took out the lace dress, and something fell out.

Song Yu looked down, and when he saw what was on the ground, his expression immediately became embarrassed and annoyed.

What… what did he buy?!

Song Yu was raised by his grandmother and had traditional values. Later, when he went to school and lived in the dormitory, his roommates were all quite proper and almost never watched porn or said dirty talk in front of him, so he had never seen anything like this before.

His blood rushed to his head, and the boy didn't know how to react for a moment, only subconsciously biting his lip.

And his door wasn't locked properly, so the slightly stronger man pushed it open with a gentle push.

"Xiao Yu." Zhao Ran turned sideways, peeking through the crack in the door, easily spotting the scattered packages on the floor.

The tiny black thing in the center quickly came into view.

He stared for a full two seconds, then paused, his gaze quickly blocked by Song Yu rushing over anxiously.

"W-what's wrong?" The boy's face was flushed, his voice unnatural, as if deliberately trying to hide the things on the floor. "I have something to do right now, I'll come find you later."

"Okay?"

His voice was already pitiful.

Zhao Ran quickly reacted, his voice a little hoarse: "Okay… we'll talk after you've cleaned up."

Then, as if he'd seen a monstrous flood, he immediately left.

Back in his room, Zhao Ran dared to breathe deeply.

He was 25 years old this year. Even if his romantic experience was like a blank sheet of paper, he was still a grown man. He knew what he was looking for, and he knew what those things on the floor were.

But why did Song Yu buy them? Was she wearing them specifically for someone?

Thinking of this, the heat in his body subsided somewhat, and a hint of disappointment appeared between his handsome brows.

He checked his savings.

Lacking education, coming from the village to the city, he could only find manual labor. Fortunately, he was strong and willing to work hard, and had actually earned quite a bit over the years. But after paying off his mother's medical bills, he only had 40,000 yuan left.

Zhao Ran stared at the small amount of savings he had always been reluctant to spend, his eyes filled with confusion.

*

After Zhao Ran left, Song Yu, remembering the other's awkward expression, went to confront Tan Yue, both angry and ashamed.

If he hadn't been unable to speak, he would have called directly.

Song Yu: 【How could you buy me that kind of thing!】 Song Yu

: 【I thought you were a good person.】

Song Yu: 【How could you…】

Song Yu was completely incapable of swearing; after editing for a long time, all he could say was that the other person was a bad person, thinking about these things after only a few days together.

Tan Yue, upon receiving the message, paused, a strange sense of satisfaction rising within him. He suppressed this emotion and, bewildered, dialed a voice message.

Song Yu simply hung up, sending an angry emoji.

Tan Yue: 【?】 Tan

Yue: [What's wrong with this dress?]

Song Yu ignored him.

Tan Yue waited anxiously for five minutes before his phone finally vibrated.

Song Yu seemed unwilling to talk to him and sent a photo directly.

It was his black dress, with a black shirt next to it.

Tan Yue thought it was socks, but when he opened it—

his ears burned, and his whole body felt incredibly hot.

Meeting him…wearing that underneath?

Quite bold.

Tan Yue really couldn't figure out if this was some kind of seduction tactic.

*

Shyness and anger made Song Yu's eyes look a little wet, and his nose was red, as if he had been bullied.

After questioning him, Tan Yue sent a message: [Did you buy this?]

Song Yu: "?"

If it weren't for the mission, he would have blocked him immediately.

Song Yu: [It's with the black dress!]

You could feel the fierce tone even through the screen.

After waiting a while, Tan Yue sent five or six more messages, even sending a screenshot of the chat with the shop owner.

Song Yu clicked on the link and discovered that the shop not only sold modified Lolita dresses but also other items. Tan Yue's dress was expensive, so the shopkeeper gave him a small gift.

The gifts were random, and he just happened to be given this one.

Tan Yue: [I'm a decent person, I have absolutely no interest in this kind of thing.]

Tan Yue: [I wouldn't even glance at it if it were placed in front of me, let alone buy it.]

Tan Yue: [Were you scared?]

Tan Yue: [If you don't like it, throw it away. I definitely won't let you wear this kind of thing again.]

Tan Yue seemed very concerned about this, constantly emphasizing that he was upright, wouldn't ask for these things, and certainly wouldn't buy them, sending a constant stream of explanations.

After seeing the screenshots, Song Yu realized he had misunderstood, apologized, and threw the underwear into the trash can.

Seeing that Song Yu no longer misunderstood, Tan Yue changed the subject: [There should be another package tomorrow.]

The next day, sure enough, another package arrived, and Zhao Ran, passing by the mailroom, picked it up for him.

He wore black leather shoes with white ankle socks, the socks edged with lace.

It looked quite cute.

Song Yu tried the whole outfit on; he didn't have a full-length mirror, so he didn't know what he looked like when he stood up, only that the size fit perfectly.

Then he took out a wig.

Song Yu bought the most ordinary black straight wig, and after a few tries, he was able to wear it normally. However, he really hadn't learned how to do makeup in such a short time, so he sold the cosmetics, keeping only a water-red lip gloss.

After disguising himself, he had 009 take a picture and send it to his phone. He opened it.

The dress was a modified Lolita dress, with a choker around his neck, which perfectly covered his Adam's apple.

The only other thing that was noticeable... was his chest.

Song Yu couldn't do anything about that.

But Tan Yue was a decent person and wouldn't keep glancing there.

The group of fragments in the space had already started making a ruckus, arguing that wearing such clothes would definitely seduce the other person, and what if they had bad intentions? At the same time, their eyes were glued to the picture, and they even asked 009 to sell the photos.

009 ignored them and directly cast a silencing spell.

*

The day of the meeting arrived quickly.

It was too hot during the day, so the two arranged to meet at 7 pm. Song Yu wasn't used to eating at that time, as it would upset his stomach, so the Japanese food they had originally planned to have was postponed to another time, and Tan Yue bought movie tickets.

The movie theater wasn't far from Song Yu; normally he would have walked there. But he was wearing a skirt, and people on the street were staring at him.

They definitely thought something was wrong.

Song Yu whined to 009, only calming down slightly after getting into a taxi.

The journey was short; he arrived at the first floor of the mall in five minutes.

Surrounded by people, Song Yu, afraid of his wig getting rubbed, went to a corner. Only then did he open the message Tan Yue had sent him in the car: 【I've arrived.】

These simple three words made Song Yu's fingers burn, and his face flush.

He couldn't panic.

He couldn't be recognized the first time.

Song Yu took a breath, looked up, and then remembered that he hadn't asked Tan Yue for a photo, nor had he sent him one. After

searching for two minutes without finding him, he looked down and messaged him: 【Couldn't find you.】

Tan Yue's message came instantly: 【The most handsome one.】

Song Yu: "?"

The second message came quickly: 【Behind you.】

He thought he'd have to search for a while longer, but when Song Yu turned around, the other person was standing very close behind him.

Tan Yue was very tall, and Song Yu had to look up to see him.

Even at 18, this male college student, despite his aloofness, still exuded youthful energy. Tan Yue was handsome, with deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and well-defined features.

He probably played basketball often; the veins on his arms were prominent, suggesting explosive power.

Song Yu glanced at him briefly before looking away, waiting for the other to greet him.

He himself couldn't speak; he had mentioned this to Tan Yue last night, saying he'd recently had throat surgery and the doctor said he couldn't speak.

However, after half a minute, Tan Yue still hadn't spoken.

Song Yu: "?"

He couldn't help but look up, only to find the other staring intently at his face.

His gaze was fixed.

Had he noticed…?

Song Yu's cheeks flushed with nervousness.

Tan Yue then realized he'd been staring at Song Yu for a while and immediately looked away. He held out his hand: "Give me your bag."

This was probably his greeting.

Song Yu obediently handed him his bag.

—This was something 009 had reminded him of, saying that most girls would carry a bag when they went out.

Song Yu was carrying a small backpack, which Tan Yue casually draped over one shoulder. "The movie theater is on the fourth floor."

Song Yu nodded.

The two walked side by side toward the elevator.

Tan Yue tried to keep his eyes on the front, but he couldn't help wanting to stare at the face next to him.

He had originally thought that if the other person wasn't his ideal type, he could take his time getting to know her, but when she appeared, he was stunned.

There really was someone who was exactly his type.

His girlfriend was wearing the dress he had bought for her, which made her skin look very fair. She was probably shy, her face was a little red, and she would occasionally look up at him and smile.

Tan Yue maintained his cool demeanor on the surface, but inside, his emotions were churning. He felt

lightheaded.

Seeing him staring at her with a cold expression, Song Yu's smile became a little stiff, and she felt incredibly guilty, as if she was about to give herself away: [009, why is he staring at me like that?]

009 replied quietly: [Pervert.]

Huh?

Song Yu didn't hear clearly, but the elevator had just arrived.

The two got into the elevator together. It was crowded, so Tan Yue stood in front of Song Yu, giving him some space so others wouldn't bump into him.

With twenty minutes to go before the movie started, Tan Yue told Song Yu to sit and wait while he got the tickets, bought two bottles of Coke and a large bucket of popcorn.

Watching Song Yu obediently take the popcorn and hug it to his chest, Tan Yue took a deep breath.

He hadn't been lying.

Dating was fucking awesome.

*

Perhaps because it was their first meeting, Tan Yue hadn't chosen the last row of couple seats.

There were other people next to them, and the lights went out after they sat down.

Song Yu couldn't speak, and Tan Yue wasn't a talkative person either, so the whole movie was quite quiet.

After half an hour, Song Yu secretly glanced at Tan Yue.

Thankfully, the other was looking straight ahead, focused on the movie.

He silently calculated the time in his mind—meeting at seven, a two-hour movie, ending at nine, that would be about time to go home.

The longer it went on, the easier it would be for him to be exposed.

Just as Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, he felt hot breath on his ear.

Tan Yue's voice was deep: "You're wearing perfume?"

"..." Song Yu shook his head.

Tan Yue said "Oh," and didn't speak again. Then, his Adam's apple silently bobbed in the darkness.

Song Yu felt particularly awkward wearing women's clothing in public. Seeing that it was finally nine o'clock and the movie was over, he got up and followed the crowd out.

Tan Yue quickly walked to his side.

Song Yu took out his phone, just about to type a message saying it was too late and he had to go home, when 009's voice rang out—

[Host, your mission has arrived.]

[You need to steal the male college student's first kiss during your first online-to-offline meeting.] (

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