[World 04] : Disliked by everyone

 The experience of the apocalyptic world exhausted Song Yu, and he slept all day in his apartment after he came out.

009 took advantage of his rest to hibernate and upgrade the system, which would take about three or four days.

After Song Yu had slept enough, he took a shower, and his face was all pink. He dried his hair, walked to the table, and put the charred book into the drawer.

There were also a lot of things in the drawer - a necklace, crystals, a small planet sealed in glass after being condensed... These were all gifts that Song Yu had received after experiencing these worlds.

Money could not be taken out of the small world, but these things were in 009's space and could be taken out together without any problem.

Of course, Song Yu did not know that his actions had aroused the jealousy of the fragments.

009 was disturbed by the noise even when he was in seclusion, and could only comfort himself by hugging the little thumbtack.

There were food delivery robots in the employee apartments of the Quick Transmigration Bureau that could deliver food to the door. But Song Yu had stayed at home for two days and did not go out, so he went downstairs to the cafeteria by himself.

It was mealtime, and the windows and doors were crowded with people.

Song Yu hadn't expected the Quick Transmigration Bureau to have so many employees. He went to a less crowded corner and waited in line for five minutes before it was his turn.

Not very hungry, Song Yu casually ordered some food and grabbed a small cake from another window.

As he finished eating and was about to leave, someone approached him and asked, "New here?"

Song Yu looked up.

Having seen so many strikingly good-looking people in these worlds, this man, whose face was decent enough, seemed quite ordinary.

Song Yu glanced at his name tag; it had a number, so

he nodded politely, indicating they were colleagues. Seeing Song Yu's response, the man became even more enthusiastic, and after a few exchanges, his true intentions were revealed: "We employees all have a group chat, how about I add you? What's your WeChat?"

This was just an excuse, but Song Yu didn't realize it and obediently took out his phone.

A moment later, the man's expression changed: "Um… well… I have something to do right now, let's talk later!"

Leaving Song Yu standing there, completely bewildered.

【Host!】

009's voice echoed in Song Yu's mind.

The boy exclaimed with delight: "[009, you're back!]"

009 hadn't spoken to its host for days, and in its eagerness, it immediately transformed into a tiny fluffy ball, rubbing against Song Yu's cheek.

Song Yu felt a little ticklish, but couldn't resist the fluffy texture, taking the little ball in his palm and gently stroking its soft fur.

The boy's warm fingertips seemed to possess a magical power, making 009 feel a tingling sensation in its hair.

Immersed in the moment, it simply opened its belly to let the other pet it.

Song Yu carried it back, remembering the man whose expression had changed drastically earlier, and mentioned it again.

009: "[Our systems can chat. I issued a warning through his system.]"

Song Yu was stunned: "[Warning?]"

009: "[His reputation in the Quick Transmigration Bureau is bad; he likes to flirt and seduce. I warned him that you are the God's person.]"

Song Yu: "..."

He was a little worried.

After all, using the God's name like this might result in his points being deducted entirely.

009: "[Don't worry, I'm the God's system; he won't mind.]" Song

Yu's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that a newbie like himself could be bound to the Main God System. But remembering the gossip he'd overheard—the Main God hadn't been found yet—009 probably had nothing to do.

Well then… he'd just borrow the power for now.

[Host.] 009 flew up, hovering in the air. [I've successfully upgraded. Testing shows your scent is very pleasant, but we can't pinpoint the exact smell.]

Song Yu lowered his head and sniffed his palm.

Still no smell.

However, 009 seemed very excited after upgrading its sense of smell, remaining constantly fluffy and wanting to sleep close to him at night.

*

Since the next world is a C-level modern world, posing no danger, Song Yu couldn't see any information about it beforehand.

After resting, he officially entered the world.

A wave of dizziness washed over him.

So dizzy…

Song Yu could feel himself lying in bed. He wanted to get up, but his head was spinning, he couldn't open his eyes, and he didn't know where he was.

Perhaps the blanket was too soft; Song Yu, weak and limp, struggled to get out of bed several times, his arms rubbing against the sheets, leaving red welts.

This helplessness made him tremble uncontrollably with fear, his voice trembling as if he wanted to cry out, but something covered his mouth: "Ugh..."

"Awake?"

a strange man's voice rang out.

Song Yu struggled to open his eyes. Not far from him, at the foot of the bed, stood a tall figure.

His vision was too blurry; he couldn't make out the man's features.

Fortunately, 009 quickly sobered him up.

Song Yu then realized his situation. He was lying on a bed in a suite, and the man standing beside the bed seemed to have just showered, wearing a bathrobe, looking down at him.

The hotel and the bathrobe made Song Yu instinctively feel unsafe. He nervously bit his lower lip, his eyelashes trembling, and soon his hair was disheveled and scattered behind his ears.

He tried to bend his legs to get out of bed, but he still lacked the strength. His white socks rubbed against the sheets, his toes tense.

Song Yu's mind was in turmoil, unaware that he was wearing a seemingly innocent-looking sailor uniform.

The shorts were loose, the white stockings thin, revealing glimpses of his skin, and ran from his feet to above his knees, the elastic band creating a ring of soft flesh. It

was smooth and pinkish, as if it could crumble into water at the slightest touch.

Thus, what was initially a normal defensive gesture took on a different meaning.

The man opposite him glanced at him, then his gaze settled on the boy's face on the bed.

Even with a handkerchief covering his mouth, his cheeks hunched together, and his eyes streaked with tears, one could still see how beautiful his face was.

But what did beauty matter? Wasn't his mind just like everyone else's?

The man's calm tone carried a hint of mockery: "Whose artist are you?"

"You look quite innocent, yet you have such audacity."

"You dared to climb into my bed."

W-what…

Song Yu was stunned by the amount of information in those few words, his thin shoulders trembling. His eyelashes were wet with tears, making him look pitiful.

The man's gaze returned to that face.

The data loading in this world takes some time, and 009 hadn't expected to enter the world in this way. Fortunately, it could already see a portion of it.

It summarized its situation in a few words, first letting the host understand its predicament.

[Host, his name is Bo Rancen, the protagonist of this world, with a powerful background. You are the son of a nouveau riche family, and you need to get to know these big shots because of your family's business.]

[You were tricked by some bad guys with a few words, played Truth or Dare, and changed into these clothes. You got drunk and ended up in the presidential suite.]

[You didn't intend to sleep with him.]

...These clothes? After hearing these words, Song Yu didn't listen to the rest and hurriedly looked down.

She saw the long stockings on her legs and the large bow tied around her neck.

And her mouth... It hurt so much.

Song Yu let out two trembling sounds from her throat, only to realize that her mouth was tied up with something like cloth. She tried to pull it off, but the hangover cure wasn't working quickly enough, and her arm hadn't regained its strength. She lifted it up and it went limp.

A shadow loomed over her, and Song Yu thought she was going to be thrown out by the protagonist. Terrified, she kicked wildly, accidentally bumping into him.

Bo Rancen usually kept his distance from others and never let anyone get close, but today he was touched by a stranger who had climbed into his bed.

The man frowned slightly, his gaze returning to the other person's face.

A layer of mist had gathered in the other person's eyes, making him look flustered and aggrieved, constantly sobbing.

The handkerchief binding his mouth was also soaked with water.

A faint floral fragrance wafted in the air.

Bo Rancen hated perfume, but the other person seemed to have good taste in it, the scent was very pleasant. He leaned down and reached out to remove the handkerchief that was only tied in one knot.

Just then, Song Yu was using his tongue to press against it, and in the instant it was removed, he felt the other person's hand touch him.

Bo Rancen froze and glanced at the face.

The boy's expression was quite blank, as if he had been frightened, his upturned eyes now appearing rounded.

Because his mouth was bound with the handkerchief, drool couldn't be contained and dripped down his chin.

Disheveled and awful, but it didn't affect the beauty of his face at all.

The fragrance in the air was much stronger than before. Bo Rancen withdrew his gaze, casually tossed the drool-soaked handkerchief aside, and then retreated to the chair by the bed and sat down.

Bo Rancen's fingers were still damp.

Normally, if he got someone else's saliva on him, especially someone of unknown origin, he would clean himself multiple times. But now he didn't even have the thought of wiping himself with a wet wipe.

Song Yu's hangover cure had fully taken effect, and he quickly sat up, curling up at the head of the bed.

The bed in the presidential suite was very large, and the blankets were soft. He was curled up there, a small ball, looking very pitiful, as if he had been badly bullied.

"I... I don't know how I got here..." Song Yu tried hard to recall what 009 had told him earlier, and explained incoherently, "I... I was drunk, I'm sorry..."

His pitiful appearance didn't seem fake.

But it was also possible that he had acted too many times, fooling too many men.

Bo Rancen suppressed the strange emotions welling up inside him and slowly spoke: "Wearing this to drink?"

Song Yu already felt that her outfit was a bit odd, as if something was wrapped around her neck. The man's reminder made her blush instantly. So

nervous was she that she answered every question honestly: "I got this for a game of Truth or Dare."

"Then I got drunk, and I don't know why I ended up here..."

"I'm not a celebrity."

Her voice trailed off, and her eyes welled up with tears.

Bo Rancen seemed somewhat convinced: "Can anyone prove it?"

Having only been in this small world for a dozen minutes, Song Yu naturally couldn't answer.

Bo Rancen, as the protagonist of this wealthy world, was a typical superior, and his calm demeanor alone exuded an air of pressure.

Song Yu nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, her fingers accidentally touching the phone beside her.

009 immediately alerted her: [Host, the people you were drinking with are all spoiled brats in the entertainment industry that the protagonist dislikes. The more you look for them, the worse their impression of you will become, which will be detrimental to your future missions.] Song

Yu was feeling incredibly wronged: "Who should I look for?"

009: "Look for the second male lead. He's the protagonist's nephew."

"You're his follower now, so there's a good chance he can vouch for you."

Who cares about a follower...? Song Yu sniffed, his slender white fingers swiping across his phone screen.

His screensaver password was the same in every world.

The room fell silent.

Only Song Yu's weak, uneasy breathing remained.

Bo Rancen, never one for patience, said nothing. His gaze involuntarily drifted to Song Yu's face, finally settling on his watery red lips.

There were still bite marks left from the boy's earlier unease.

Soon, those lips moved, opening and closing.

"Hey, Brother Chi..."

The boy's tone on the other end of the phone was completely different from before; it was sticky, the ending soft, almost coming from his nose, full of dependence.

"Do you have time now?"

The next moment, Bo Rancen heard the boy's voice tremble with a hint of tears: "I'm so scared..."

It was as if he were the bad man who had lured the boy to bed and abused him.

*

At the banquet.

The man with cold eyes was about to leave through the back door when he was stopped: "Hey, Young Master Bo, why don't you stay and have a drink with us tonight?"

"No need." Bo Chi refused decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.

He was used to being a loner and never drank and made merry with these young masters. If it weren't for his grandfather forcing him, he wouldn't have even come to today's banquet.

"Hey, why aren't you here again? You always have such a long face, no wonder that little beauty next to you isn't bothering you anymore."

Bo Chi knew who he was talking about.

It was Song Yu, who had been currying favor with him for a while.

The Song family had caught the wave of success in recent years, made some money and become nouveau riche. In order to get into the business circle, they came to curry favor with the Bo family.

In reality, no one cared about the Song family's business, and the circle treated them as a joke.

Bo Chi had no interest in watching others make a fool of themselves, but Song Yu, who was about the same age, was constantly following him around, calling him "Brother Chi" affectionately, which was incredibly annoying and impossible to shake off.

At today's banquet, Song Yu had been clinging to him for ages, begging him to come. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he reluctantly brought him along.

Only then did Bo Chi notice that the little tail he usually followed was gone. He

was probably busy making connections everywhere for the Song family's business.

When Bo Chi couldn't win him over, he switched to someone else.

He had no consistency whatsoever.

But that was fine; at least no one would bother him now.

Bo Chi had no intention of continuing the conversation and was about to leave when his phone rang.

The cold, handsome man glanced at the screen displaying "Song Yu," frowned impatiently, and hung up immediately. But the other party persisted, calling a second time.

Bo Chi stopped and finally answered, "Hey, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Song Yu was young and had low emotional intelligence, always managing to create a bunch of laughable situations.

Bo Chi grew increasingly impatient, too lazy to clean up the mess, and was about to hang up when a very soft voice came through the receiver.

"Hello, is this Brother Chi…"

It was clearly Song Yu's voice, but it was different from usual.

Compared to his previous deliberate attempts to please, this time the voice trembled slightly, soft and weak, the drawn-out nasal tone like a hook.

Bo Chi was stunned for a moment before reacting.

His voice stiffened slightly, "What's wrong?"

He heard Song Yu sniffle, pleading on the verge of tears, "Do you have time now? I… I'm so scared."

Bo Chi's eyelids twitched violently.

Why was his voice so soft?

His throat went dry, and after a few seconds of silence, he decided to go see what was going on: "Where are you?"

Song Yu didn't answer immediately, but cautiously asked the person next to him, "Where is this..."

After a moment, he heard a low, somewhat familiar male voice.

"Jingxi Hotel, top floor."

*

After hanging up the phone, Song Yu realized he was still sitting on the bed.

He got up, not knowing where he was standing, and awkwardly looked at Bo Rancen. The other person had just received a call, seemingly about work, and didn't look in his direction.

Song Yu pursed his lips, waiting for him to hang up before slowly saying, "How about I wait outside?"

Bo Rancen glanced at him: "Going out like this, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Actually, the top floor of the hotel was the presidential suite, and no one would come up except at certain times, but for some reason, seeing the other person's frightened appearance, he had a wicked thought.

“There are often drunkards here. If they see you, they might pretend to admit they've made a mistake and drag you into their room.”

“Then the door will be closed, and no matter how much you shout, no one will hear you.”

“You probably won't have the strength to resist.”

Each word made Song Yu's skin flush red, his eyelashes trembling as he stood in the corner, not mentioning going out again.

Both of them fell silent, and the air became a little stuffy.

Song Yu could feel the other person's gaze occasionally falling on him, but he tried to ignore it, focusing his attention on how to explain this to Bo Chi later.

After all, 009 had just told him that Bo Chi was aloof, cold-faced, and had a particularly bad temper.

He probably wouldn't listen to his explanation.

Song Yu thought that being scolded was better than staying here and provoking the main character.

He slowed his breathing.

About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Song Yu's legs were a little sore, and he glanced at the man when he heard the doorbell.

Bo Rancen hadn't changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom in his bathrobe.

The waiter and Bo Chi were standing at the door.

Bo Chi hadn't expected to see his elders here: "Uncle?"

Bo Rancen narrowed his eyes, his scrutinizing gaze falling on Bo Chi's face, then he chuckled softly: "Is that your friend inside?"

Bo Rancen was the head of the Bo family, and even Bo Chi's parents had to show him respect. However, their relationship was quite good; while not exactly close, they weren't distant either.

Seeing the door open, Bo Chi entered the house and went straight to the bedroom.

Upon seeing the scene inside, he was stunned.

His eyelids twitched, his voice became dry, and then he realized the purpose of Song Yu's attire. His face darkened: "Why are you dressed like this—"

But the next moment, Song Yu ran over, took his arm, and hid behind him.

She looked up at him, her eyes red.

"Brother Chi…"

Bo Chi's back stiffened.

His mind was in turmoil, countless questions and emotions surging up.

Why was Song Yu dressed like this in his uncle's room? When did they meet? What did they do in the room? What was that necklace around her neck? Why were her lips red?

But these doubts were quickly overshadowed by the sight of Song Yu's soft thighs jiggling as he ran towards him.

Song Yu had been following him around like a shadow for months, and knew his personality fairly well. He had never worn such random clothes before, nor had he ever clung to his arm like this.

His voice was so soft, and his eyes were full of tears.

Noticing Song Yu's visibly trembling body, Bo Chi swallowed the question that was about to escape his lips and turned around: "Uncle, what's going on? Why is Song Yu in your room?"

Bo Rancen crossed his arms, his gaze inadvertently falling on the boy's hands tightly embracing Bo Chi. The boy's dependence, as if seeing a savior, made his expression indifferent: "Why don't you ask him?"

Bo Chi's heart sank.

Was he trying to curry favor with Bo Rancen? So he didn't even like him anymore?

Bo Chi chuckled inwardly, leaning down to look at Song Yu.

He really didn't seem to have a good temper... But Song Yu didn't dare let go, afraid that the other would leave him alone here.

His expression was timid as he recounted the misunderstanding.

Bo Chi's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened: "You dared to go into someone else's private room alone? And play games? Do you even know what they usually play?"

Bo Chi was genuinely worried. He didn't usually go out, but he'd heard a bit about what those rich kids liked to do in their private rooms. If

Song Yu had gone in with that face, and they were playing something more elaborate, he probably would have been injured already.

Bo Chi was even lost in thought at this moment.

This outfit, deliberately designed to appeal to men's tastes, didn't look good on Song Yu; instead, it made him look even more innocent.

Song Yu pursed his lips, completely unaware of the man beside him's thoughts, and apologized softly.

Not getting a response from Bo Chi, he shook the other's arm again: "...Brother Chi."

Bo Chi finally snapped out of his daze and said to Bo Rancen, "Uncle, you heard it, it's all a misunderstanding. I'll talk to him properly when we get back. How about I get you another room?"

He himself didn't know why he was bothering with the trouble Song Yu had caused.

"No need," Bo Rancen said indifferently.

Seeing that the other party was no longer pursuing the matter, Bo Chi didn't linger, pulling Song Yu's wrist out of the room.

After they left, the fragrance in the room faded slightly.

Bo Rancen's gaze fell on the handkerchief on the pillow.

A moment later,

the man bent down, bent his fingers, and hooked the white silk cloth.

*

Bo Chi was tall and had long legs, and walked quickly. Song Yu couldn't keep up and called out softly, "Brother Chi."

Bo Chi turned around and saw the aggrieved expression on Song Yu's face.

Why is he acting all wronged after doing something wrong?

Bo Chi frowned, wanting to ask him what was wrong, but his gaze accidentally fell on Song Yu's wrist.

His slender, fair wrist was red.

Was that from when he gripped it?

Did he use that much force?

It turned red after only a few touches; his body is so delicate.

"Brother Chi, I can walk by myself." Song Yu said slowly, then felt a suit jacket appear in front of him. He looked up in surprise.

Bo Chi had just rushed back from a nearby banquet, wearing a sharp suit vest underneath, making him look tall and strong: "Put this on. How are you going to go downstairs in that?"

Song Yu gave a slow "Oh," and immediately took it.

The man's suit was custom-made; after Song Yu put it on, the hem covered his thighs. He actually wanted to take off his stockings, but he was afraid the other man would find it troublesome, so he didn't dare to say anything.

He smelled the other man's clothes.

Fortunately, there was no smell of smoke.

Bo Chi turned around and saw Song Yu with his head down, his face pressed against his suit jacket, sniffing something.

His delicate nose twitched.

Bo Chi paused, forgetting even what he wanted to say.

The elevator on the top floor was separate and empty. Song Yu walked to the door and glanced around.

This area was in the city center, so it would be easy to get a taxi.

However, Bo Chi didn't seem to intend for him to take a taxi alone, and directly made him get into the black sedan next to him.

It was unclear whether he was going to take him home or to reprimand him.

Song Yu, with a drooping face, took off his coat and handed it to Bo Chi: "Thank you, Brother Chi."

The other party didn't say anything and simply took it .

Song Yu huddled in the corner.

The world had begun in such a chaotic way since he arrived, and his body was tense and then relaxed with exhaustion.

He squinted, his legs together, too exhausted to think about the tasks ahead.

But he still felt uncomfortable.

It felt like something was around his neck.

It was a little tight.

The car smelled better than usual, and Bo Chi noticed this very keenly. He didn't use perfume in his car, so it was obvious that the fragrance was coming from Song Yu.

He couldn't help but glance at him.

Song Yu was very quiet today, his long red hair hanging down behind his ears, very neat, and he looked much more obedient than usual.

Bo Chi stared for a full half minute before realizing what he was doing.

He immediately turned his head away, thinking of taking the man home so he could reflect on his actions for a few days.

The next moment, he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

"Brother Chi?"

Bo Chi turned to the side.

Song Yu's earlobes and cheeks were flushed pink as he pointed to his neck.

Up close, Bo Chi could see that the fabric around Song Yu's neck was black lace, which made his surrounding skin appear even paler. "This..." the boy's voice sounded urgent and embarrassed, "I ca n't

untie it."

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