Part 2
He retorted: [But when my clothes were stolen, I wasn’t wearing them. The thief couldn’t have scoped out the place for days to see what I wear.]
An excellent System’s linguistic arts are always at the peak of perfection: [The Host always has an eye for talent. Even picking clothes at a street stall, you can choose the most awesome cuts. Others think it’s a famous brand at a glance!]
Shi Huaibai was ninety percent convinced: [But several of my clothes have holes in them.]
System: […]
Ah… you’re quite proud of that.
But it doesn’t matter. A high-quality System will connect to reality and adapt randomly: [Do you know Chanel has a bag called a trash bag? Host, your aesthetic indeed leads the forefront of fashion.]
Shi Huaibai was completely convinced.
He remembered Jiang Xinian bought him a lot of new clothes, but he didn’t want them. Now he would go ask Jiang Xinian for them to wear.
He turned the door handle, his face suddenly sinking. When was the door locked?
It was an electronic combination lock, and the password had been changed.
Shi Huaibai knocked on the door with a bare butt: “Jiang Xinian, save me, save me.”
Jiang Xinian lit a cigar again at Shi Huaibai’s door, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, his eyes indifferent: “I took those clothes of yours.”
The System completely cracked:
No way, no way, is F1 going to start the “dark room forced love” with the Host so soon?
Usually, at this time, the System would have a thrill of completing the mission.
But now, the System silently began to polish its knees again.
We’re doomed. The matter of F1 stealing the Host’s clothes to jerk off will soon be discovered. Jiang Xinian can’t beat the Host. After the Host kills Jiang Xinian, the next one will be itself.
Jiang Xinian adjusted his glasses, grinning incredibly nobly and coldly, his eyes full of mockery: “I threw all your ragged clothes away.”
Shi Huaibai lay on the door frame: “Throw them if you want, what are you locking the door for?”
Jiang Xinian casually made an excuse: “Punishing you for stepping in water.”
System: “…”
Your channel is so green (wholesome), so healthy, so Jinjiang.
Wasn’t it stealing clothes to jerk off?
Shi Huaibai let out “werwer” sounds again: “But I have no clothes.”
“Hoo…” Jiang Xinian held the cigar in his mouth, slowly adjusting his cufflinks, speaking airily: “Sleep naked.”
He had malicious thoughts, thinking that if Shi Huaibai happened to escape later: sleeping naked meant he couldn’t run naked.
Jiang Xinian didn’t believe Shi Huaibai could run out the door with a bare butt.
Shen Chuimian’s bet with him—he was sure to win!
So, Jiang Xinian sandwiched the cigar between his fingers, lightly flicked the ash, and the corners of his mouth raised in a fox-like, calculating smile: “So now, goodnight, Little Qian Xuesen.”
He should have done this long ago. Instead of restraining Shi Huaibai’s behavior, it was better to simply lock this occasionally noisy puppy up.
Separated by a door, Shi Huaibai and the System looked at each other.
Shi Huaibai wrapped his lower body with the quilt with quite some male virtue.
[What’s wrong with Xinian?]
The System was thoughtful: [Maybe he thinks sleeping naked is more comfortable.]
Shi Huaibai: […]
While the System and Shi Huaibai were speechless relative to each other, a continuous burst of message notifications came from Shi Huaibai’s phone.
Pretty Senior Sister: [Where are you? I’m so lonely right now.]
System: […]
So lonely…
Pretty Senior Sister: [So bored.]
Shi Huaibai’s fingertips tapped away on the phone’s nine-key pad. The System was shocked: As expected, the Host has no resistance to mixed-race beauties.
Bai: [If you feel bored, you can transfer money to me, and then find a way to ask for it back from me. Trust me, this will be a very arduous task, and then you won’t be bored.]
Anyway, you definitely won’t get it back.
System: […]
In Shi Huaibai’s mind, a mixed-race beauty is still far inferior to the pure Chinese bloodline RMB.
The System thought Shen Chuimian was just flirting daily. Who knew Shen Chuimian really transferred 5200 yuan over.
Pretty Sister: [Okay, now I transferred it to you. Come out and eat with me. I want to ask for the money back.]
Shi Huaibai silently pulled up the quilt.
Then he tapped away replying again: [Not now, tomorrow. Just in time to report on the art exhibition work with you.]
Pretty Sister: [Why not?]
Shi Huaibai was really honest with beauties: [Because I have no pants to wear right now.]
Pretty Sister: [No pants to wear?]
Shen Chuimian, who was putting on silk stockings, muttered suspiciously.
Do you think he was curious why Shi Huaibai had no pants to wear?
No, he was just a peacock spreading its tail, shameless to the extreme.
The System was still carefully poking Shi Huaibai’s elbow: [How can you reply like that? People will overthink it.]
As a result, Shen Chuimian more than overthought; Shen Chuimian was simply delusional. He didn’t care at all why Shi Huaibai had no pants to wear, only quickly replying with one sentence.
[Let me see legs!]
System: […]
F3’s flirtatious persona is still too authoritative.
Seeing this, Shen Chuimian sent money to Shi Huaibai again.
Pretty Sister: [Come out quickly, I’m really uncomfortable right now. And I have several projects on hand, don’t you want them?]
So, in the middle of the night, Jiang Xinian, who had already washed himself fragrant and lay in the quilt, was suddenly startled awake by a tragic scream. He took off his eye mask, his hand fumbling blindly on the bedside table for his glasses. Under his eyes was a patch of dark green, bloodshot streaks traversing his eyeballs, looking as if he had lost all demeanor.
He should have gagged Shi Huaibai’s mouth as well.
He considered that Shi Huaibai was very capable of wandering around, but forgot to consider that Shi Huaibai had a loud voice.
Jiang Xinian rubbed his hair frantically, arriving at Shi Huaibai’s room door with ruffled hair, extending his leg to kick the door.
Jiang Xinian was the number one master of endurance. His anger reached a critical point, the veins on his forehead throbbing irritably, yet his tone was sweet as if containing honey, simply tear-jerking: “What’s wrong with you again.”
He dared to conclude that if he was a little bit louder, Shi Huaibai would definitely be louder than him.
This little thing had a small body but huge volume.
Shi Huaibai was separated by the door, his whole person plastered against the door panel. The power of solid sound transmission was not to be underestimated: “I want to go out~”
Jiang Xinian asked pleasantly: “Go out for what?”
Shi Huaibai: “Someone asked me out.”
Jiang Xinian instantly became alert: “Who?”
Could it be Shen Chuimian? Going to see Shen Chuimian even without pants?
Shi Huaibai’s voice suddenly became small: “It’s the Senior Sister.”
That’s right, I took a private job behind your back.
But Shi Huaibai couldn’t say it, so Shi Huaibai stammered: “She said she is very sad and asked me to go out and accompany her.”
“…” Jiang Xinian heard it clearly, heard it and laughed, heard it and wanted to throw Shi Huaibai out of the house to feed the flies: “Be good, forbidden.”
Shi Huaibai’s voice became even more hoarse and exhausted: “She said her grandfather lost his hearing. She is very worried about her grandfather now.”
“Then absolutely not,” Jiang Xinian didn’t even turn his head: “Delete her, she is a Tea Flower Girl (Camille/Courtesan).”
Finally, Jiang Xinian put on earplugs, listening to Shi Huaibai ghost-howling in the room for a few times. Five minutes later, Shi Huaibai’s ghost howling suddenly stopped.
Jiang Xinian had just managed to fall asleep peacefully in the Syrian battlefield, but at this moment, his eyes widened like copper bells again. The bloodshot in his eyes became deeper and deeper. The sudden silence made him feel at a loss instead.
Sometimes, silence is more palpitating.
Because Jiang Xinian knew that Shi Huaibai absolutely couldn’t be tired of shouting, or gave up.
When the child is quiet, they must be up to no good.
/
The combination lock would alarm automatically after five wrong password entries.
Shi Huaibai had just increased his intelligence by twenty percent.
The System asked cautiously: [What do we do? What if the alarm goes off? Will it wake Jiang Xinian up?]
Worthy of Shi Huaibai who just added 20 intelligence points, the current him was terribly smart. Casual words were full of transparent truth: [Let it ring. Actually, I am louder than the alarm.]
System: […]
20 intelligence points is still too authoritative.
Entered Jiang Xinian’s birthday, wrong.
Entered his own birthday, also wrong.
Tried the butler’s birthday, also no.
Then what about driver Uncle Wang’s birthday? Trying won’t kill anyone.
Password entered: Uncle Wang’s birthday.
Originally, Shi Huaibai didn’t hold much hope. Result: Ding-dong, the door opened.
Shi Huaibai: “???”
System: [???]
They began to suspect, could Uncle Wang be the true owner of this villa?
Less than a second after being completely stunned, Shi Huaibai immediately opened the door with a brilliant smile: Outside the door stood Jiang Xinian’s face, cold enough to form ice shards.
Jiang Xinian was impeccably dressed, narrowing his eyes slightly, leaning against the wall. His light gray shirt had two buttons undone. The shirt and suit pants were ironed straight. His toes playfully stepped into Shi Huaibai’s room—still wearing thin-soled leather shoes with red soles, tapping the beat elegantly. He raised his eyes as if assessing a possession, speaking as if he had thought deeply about it: “I thought about it. You should go. Otherwise, if something happens to your friend, you’ll blame me, won’t you?”
Shi Huaibai: “…”
You’re letting me out, okay!
But why did you suddenly change into a different outfit?
Before Shi Huaibai could speak,
Jiang Xinian turned his face away first.
In the center of his vision were Shi Huaibai’s slender, straight legs, white and smooth, with sparse hair, exposed. The knee joints were inappropriately pink, the calves firm, with slight muscle curves.
Boys’ bodies were all hard, but Shi Huaibai exuded a delicate, bouncy whiteness everywhere, like warm jade embedded with a touch of pale pink, translucent enough to make one want to swallow it in one bite.
Jiang Xinian immediately looked away, making a path for Shi Huaibai: “Go put on clothes.”
His smile was brewed with malice, yet somehow looked quite sweet, showing teeth but not eyes. The look under the gold-rimmed glasses was fierce: “I’ll go with you.”
Shi Huaibai suddenly realized: Detestable Jiang Xinian. In the morning he snatched his old grandfather, and at night he wants to snatch his connections.
Jiang Xinian remained like that smiling fox: “Just so happens my friend who studied medicine abroad just came back. Let’s go see this Senior Sister’s grandfather together.”
If Shi Huaibai refused him, it proved Shi Huaibai really wanted to fall in love with that woman. This woman absolutely could not stay.
If Shi Huaibai agreed to go with him, and he knew who that woman was, cutting weeds and digging up roots just in case… this woman absolutely could not stay!
Regardless of whether she was a Tea Flower Girl or a Pretty Senior Sister, Jiang Xinian had to see exactly what was going on.
The System let out a hysterical scream. Its brain wrinkles smoothed out again.
Logically speaking, the Shuraba (battlefield of love) shouldn’t happen so early. At least wait until the Host likes Jiang Xinian or Shen Chuimian a little bit; that way it wouldn’t be beaten too badly by the Host.
The System screamed, loudly objecting: [No, the Senior Sister is yours, Host. Don’t forget, your final mission is to become a capitalist who can swallow up the F4. Then what if you let F1 and the Senior Sister meet and they discuss projects?]
But Shi Huaibai extended his hand to Jiang Xinian under the System’s watch: “Okay, let’s go together.”
[I, Aotian, also need a Godly Doctor friend!]
[Time to poach a lackey!]
Author’s Note: F1 changed clothes, put on his little red-soled combat shoes, and brought his bros [Sunglasses] F3 put on silk stockings, changed into women’s clothing, and sent a red envelope to the Beagle [OK]
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