Chapter 29: Contact Information: This Grudge Was Recorded Correctly!
Tang Xingye’s livestream ended.
He had already given ten trial lectures, and the results were surprisingly good. Tang Xingye twirled the pen in his hand and announced, “The trial lecture phase ends here. Starting next month, a Q&A livestream will be held on the 1st of every month for one hour.”
Using the computer borrowed from the laboratory, he had already edited all the course content.
Selling his time to more people through paid knowledge was much more cost-effective than his previous part-time job at the dessert shop.
Looking at the number of course subscriptions in the backend, Tang Xingye thought he must treat Shen Qing to a meal.
If Shen Qing hadn’t enlightened him, Tang Xingye wouldn’t have known about such a side gig.
—Wuwuwu, Teacher don’t go, once a month is not enough. Begging you to continue livestreaming, I’ll do anything.
—Teacher, I haven’t seen your face yet.
—Begging Teacher to clip the fountain pen between your fingers and spin it one more time, okay? Just one turn!
Tang Xingye considered his reputation at school. Except for the accident in the first livestream where he set the wrong partition for a minute, he wouldn’t show his face. It was best if no one recognized it was him to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Ye Biezh frowned. He had been camping in the livestream for so long; why didn’t this person show his face?
He looked at the verification. It was a student from his university. If they were on the same campus, he should recognize him. Could it be he was from another campus?
He slowly typed:
Can you do face-to-face livestream Q&A? Just watching videos leads to differences in understanding, and it feels like it lacks warmth. I hope to see your expressions and hear your voice when answering questions.
Seeing this comment, Tang Xingye tapped his fountain pen lightly on the lesson plan twice. “If you have questions, you can leave them in the comments section. I will reply promptly when I see them.”
However, the other party was persistent.
—If you don’t open video Q&A, I won’t understand. There’s a problem with the quality of your course!
With someone taking the lead, the remaining bullet comments immediately started scrolling:
—Want to see Teacher’s face!
—Continue livestreaming, please.
Tang Xingye gently placed the fountain pen on the desk with a click. His clear voice was gentle, like warm honey milk coaxing a disobedient student:
“No fussing. Teacher is tired from lecturing.”
The wind direction of the bullet comments changed instantly:
—Mommy!!!!!
—Mommy, I am your puppy!!
—Woof woof woof, Mommy can I lick you? When you’re unhappy, put a collar on me, touch my teeth, play with me.
—Mommy, rub my belly with your instep, okay?
Ye Biezh stared at the livestream room, which had already gone black. The screen still showed the last frantic barrage of comments. Titles like “Mommy” and “Puppy” made him roll his eyes uncontrollably. These people were truly crazy; just hearing “No fussing” made them collectively lose their minds.
But Ye Biezh had to admit, when that clear voice said those words with a hint of helplessness, his heart did skip a beat.
Want to be a dog?
Want to be Mommy’s puppy?
To have his head patted by those beautiful hands, gently coaxed not to fuss, Mommy is tired?
“F*ck, who wants to be a dog? I’m not that idiot Lu Zhi.” The tips of Ye Biezh’s ears were a bit hot. He snapped back to reality, cursed in a low voice, and turned off the computer.
Lu Zhi had been going crazy recently, constantly posting pictures of his muzzle and inhibition collar on his WeChat Moments, complete with a nameplate dangling with his name.
The caption was triumphant: “My Wife touched this, do you guys have one?”
Ye Biezh was silent for a moment. How did he not know the ascetic Lu Zhi was actually a love-brained bootlicker? He sent a message, seemingly out of concern:
[Where did you get a Wife? When are you getting married?]
After sending it, he suddenly realized there was another possibility: Lu Zhi was being a mistress to someone else’s wife.
Lu Zhi: [Will get married. As for when, mind your own business. Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.]
Ye Biezh hissed, feeling a bad premonition coming true. He probed tentatively: [Then when will you let us meet Sister-in-law?]
Lu Zhi replied unhappily: [Meet for what? This home is enough with just me and my Wife. You guys are not welcome.]
Ye Biezh: […Is that your Wife?]
Lu Zhi: [Not mine, could he be yours?]
[Don’t come disturbing your Sister-in-law, or don’t blame me for falling out with you.]
“Stop f*cking being in heat. The person gave you a dog tag and you’re still grinning like an idiot. Is your brain sick?!” Ye Biezh couldn’t bear it anymore and sent a voice message. “If you still have a shred of reason and morality, break up quickly.”
“Break up?”
Lu Zhi’s tone was low and filled with pity. “My Wife is so weak, what will he do without me? He needs to be coaxed just to eat two extra bites of rice…” He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold. “What does a single dog like you understand?”
Ye Biezh was speechless for a long time, finally saying one sentence: “Dumbass love brain.”
…
Ye Biezh opened his phone album and found the livestream screenshot he had secretly taken. Although this teacher never showed his face, his hands were very special.
Especially beautiful, slender and long, fair skin, with faint pink at the knuckles.
He zoomed in on the fountain pen this person often used—black body, gold clip, and there seemed to be some pattern engraved on the clip.
The more Ye Biezh looked, the more familiar it seemed. It looked like the same model his professor uncle often clipped in his pocket. This “Teacher” was very likely his uncle’s student.
That “Teacher” who never showed his face was like an unsolved math problem right now, making Ye Biezh’s fingertips itch inexplicably. He took a screenshot and sent it to his professor uncle: [Did your student lose something recently?]
Lin Mo was transferred away by another urgent confidential project team. Tang Xingye was a little sad; he lost a beast of burden card to order around.
Tang Xingye didn’t show it on his face, but how could Professor Ye not understand his thoughts?
Professor Ye winked and coughed, hinting with his eyes toward the door. Tang Xingye understood immediately and turned to Pei Lian, who was organizing reagents. “Pei Lian, can you help me get the experimental records from the third quarter of last year from the reference room?”
Pei Lian blinked. “Now?”
“Yes, now.” Tang Xingye’s tone allowed no doubt.
He looked at Tang Xingye, then at Professor Ye, a flash of realization in his eyes.
After Pei Lian left, Professor Ye’s smile became sly, like a calculating old fox. “I found you a new beast of burden.”
Tang Xingye raised an eyebrow. “New?”
Professor Ye lowered his voice, revealing a bit of schadenfreude. “Although he is my nephew, he has the bad habit of being arrogant and thinks he is very talented. Just right for you to show him that there is always someone better.”
Professor Ye was not close to Ye Biezh. How could a nephew compare to his personal disciple?
When he resolutely left the Ye family to devote himself to scientific research, his younger brother’s sneering face was still fresh in his memory. Now that the tables had turned and his arrogant nephew was coming to learn under him, Professor Ye felt that this old grudge finally had an outlet.
“He has to call you Senior Brother (Shixiong).”
“I won’t acknowledge this Senior Brother.”
Ye Biezh frowned, looking down slightly at the Beta in front of him. “I’m older than him, why do I have to call him Senior Brother?”
The Alpha’s unconvinced nature made Ye Biezh dislike being suppressed in terms of address.
Looking at the clear and cold face in front of him, it would be more fitting for Tang Xingye to be his Junior Brother (Shidi).
He, Ye Biezh, had dignity. He wouldn’t let a Beta or Omega climb over his head.
Professor Ye’s tone was indifferent. “Some things depend on first come, first served. Xingye entered the lab earlier than you; he is your Senior Brother.”
Ye Biezh ground his canine teeth, staring at Tang Xingye unconvinced. “Don’t think just because Uncle says so, I will call you Senior Brother.”
The cold light of the laboratory hit his handsome profile, reflecting a faint blue halo. Tang Xingye’s hands didn’t stop typing code, and he said indifferently, “Mn, Junior Brother.”
Ye Biezh: “…”
He wouldn’t acknowledge this Beta who took verbal advantage as Senior Brother.
Gazing at the fountain pen by Tang Xingye’s hand, he refused to admit it was the same one that often appeared in the livestream.
“Don’t call me by that title,” Ye Biezh said stiffly. “I’m just temporarily unfamiliar with the lab, I didn’t say I’d acknowledge any Senior Brother relationship.”
Tang Xingye gave a soft “Oh,” noncommittal, and got up to get experimental materials.
Ye Biezh’s gaze involuntarily followed his back. Slender and lean frame, narrow waist, looking especially good to hug.
This thought was ruthlessly extinguished as soon as it emerged—how could he have such thoughts about a Beta?
Before coming here, he had heard of Tang Xingye’s glorious deeds.
A nasty Beta, seemingly cold, but playing with people’s hearts every day, raising dogs everywhere.
Only love-brains like Lu Zhi would be fascinated by Tang Xingye and played in the palm of his hand.
Ye Biezh forced himself to focus on the code, but his peripheral vision uncontrollably glanced at the person beside him.
Tang Xingye had a special concentration when working. His slightly furrowed brows and lightly pursed lips gave his cold face a touch of fragility, completely different from the “Teacher” who gently responded to bullet comments during the livestream.
Ye Biezh’s knuckles typed on the keyboard making crisp sounds. The Alpha’s superior dynamic vision allowed him to easily capture every subtle change in the code.
The program framework on the screen was complete. He deliberately left loopholes in several key algorithms—not enough to make the program crash completely, but enough to make this self-righteous Beta make a fool of himself when running it.
“I finished my part of the module.” Ye Biezh leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth hooking into a provocative arc. “You haven’t finished writing yours?”
Tang Xingye looked up at him. The cold light of the lab cast a small shadow under his eyelashes, but the tear mole at the tail of his eye was like an ink dot on snow, particularly striking.
“Coincidentally, I finished too,” Tang Xingye’s voice was very light, but the ending note rose slightly, scratching Ye Biezh’s sensitive nerves like a feather. “It seems Teacher underestimated your level.”
Ye Biezh’s canine teeth unconsciously ground against his lower lip. This Beta was clearly half a head shorter than him; what right did he have to use such a condescending tone?
The moment the run button was pressed, Ye Biezh held his breath. He stared at Tang Xingye, expecting to see a stunned expression on that always calm face.
But a full-screen animation popped up: a pixelated little man raising a middle finger slid in from the edge of the screen, twisting and jumping to magical background music.
Ye Biezh’s pupils constricted abruptly. This wasn’t the module he wrote at all!
“You changed it?” He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping a harsh sound against the floor.
His height advantage allowed him to look down at Tang Xingye who was still sitting, but the way the other looked up at him made him feel the illusion of being crushed in reverse.
Tang Xingye’s eyelashes looked like two butterfly wings under the cold light: “Just added some friendly interaction.”
At this moment, the lab door was suddenly pushed open. Professor Ye stood at the door: “Xingye, did you finish writing?”
“Mn, I’m leaving first.” Tang Xingye picked up his bag and left the lab.
“I received his module, you haven’t finished writing yours?” Professor Ye glanced at the pixelated little man still raising a middle finger on the screen, frowning again. “What mess are you writing?”
As if responding to this question, the pixelated little man on the computer screen suddenly expanded into a huge international friendly gesture, with colorful bullet comments floating above its head: [Dog Alpha, call me Senior Brother.]
Ye Biezh: “…”
Tang Xingye was really… very nasty.
Professor Ye: “You didn’t write as fast as him, and you even played petty tricks. He saw through it long ago.”
Ye Biezh: “…”
Professor Ye: “Is this all your talent amounts to?”
Ye Biezh: “…”
Ye Biezh, who had tried to show off his skills before an expert only to be tricked by Tang Xingye and slapped in the face by the other’s talent, fell silent.
Tang Xingye didn’t speak; was it out of consideration not to mock him verbally?
Ye Biezh thought his talent could beat his peers, but he was somewhat unwilling to accept this.
Ye Biezh: “Uncle, didn’t you say you wouldn’t take disciples? Are you going to mentor him later?”
Ye Biezh remembered that many people brought gifts when he was young, wanting to study under this aloof professor uncle, but were all politely refused.
“I just couldn’t bear to see a good seedling buried,” Professor Ye said with heartache. “Sigh… forget it.”
This piqued Ye Biezh’s curiosity even more. Upon pressing, he learned about Tang Xingye’s “unlucky experiences.”
The next day, when Tang Xingye came, he felt Ye Biezh’s hostility had decreased a lot, even carrying a bit of sympathy.
He was slightly confused. Meeting Ye Biezh’s probing gaze, he found the other actively handing him a cup of latte.
“Lab old rule, newcomers treat on the first day,” Ye Biezh said stiffly, fingertips tapping a staccato rhythm on the cup wall, as if hiding something.
It wasn’t until he saw the message from his mentor that Tang Xingye understood where this abrupt kindness came from. Professor Ye had fabricated a tragic story about him being talented but unrecognized and pitted by various mentors.
Professor Ye: [Person has been hoodwinked. Tame him for two more days, and he’ll be a new beast of burden.]
Tang Xingye: [Teacher, you’re quite suited for sales.]
Professor Ye: [Don’t mention it. When I was kicked out back then, I really did sales. Look at my nephew’s eyes, are they much friendlier than yesterday?]
Tang Xingye looked up, meeting Ye Biezh’s slightly awkward scrutiny.
Ye Biezh: “…Looking at what? Not to your taste?”
Tang Xingye: “No, it’s very delicious, thank you.”
Ye Biezh huffed lightly. “Don’t misunderstand, purely lab tradition.”
Tang Xingye lowered his head to sip the latte, thinking: This “tradition” is probably freshly invented by Professor Ye.
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