Part 3
Han Yuzhe, without any food, had been sipping cocktails since early morning: “None of your business.”
Wu Hengyao: “…”
Berlin’s cheeks were puffed out like a hamster’s; he secretly observed Wu Hengyao and thought that if reality were an animation, Wu Hengyao at this moment would be like the villain, Grey Wolf, being angered by two arrogant sheep and holding back his aggrieved tears before running away—
While running, he would also howl fiercely, “I’ll be back!!!”
Berlin laughed uncontrollably at his own imagined scene: “…Puff.”
Wu Hengyao frowned inexplicably: “…?”
He instinctively felt that what was going on in Berlin’s head had something to do with him, and 99% of the time, it seriously tarnished his tall and strong image.
Wu Hengyao wanted to ask, but his instincts as a beast told him that knowing the truth would not be good for him.
So Wu Hengyao gave up on looking for trouble and ate sullenly.
He noticed that Berlin was eating very quickly today and frowned: “Are you in a hurry?”
Berlin’s face was round and chubby; he couldn’t swallow a mouthful and desperately drank water.
He couldn’t speak for the moment, so he nodded: “Mmm.”
Wu Hengyao watched Berlin pull out his phone and start tapping.
Curious about what Berlin was doing, he changed seats and moved next to him.
As a wolf perfectly integrated into society, Wu Hengyao understood.
Berlin was online shopping for snacks.
Wu Hengyao frowned: “The manager just said that you must quit snacks during your comeback period. How dare you buy them so openly?”
The reason it’s “openly” is because as top-tier idols, their privacy is easily invaded, and online shopping can easily cause problems and be intercepted; therefore, after they place orders, the final step is for the assistant to receive them.
Of course, in the entire SKYE group, the only one who really shops online is Berlin.
As non-humans, many novel or convenient products for humans don’t appeal to them.
For example, a thermos that keeps water warm is a small item that improves the quality of life for humans, but non-humans don’t need it: first, they’re neither afraid of cold nor heat, and second, they can control the temperature of the water at will, with precision far beyond the capabilities of current human technology.
Wu Hengyao didn’t need to buy food online; he preferred to eat freshly made food.
Hualian, Han Yuzhe, and Jiang Shuran, who were striving to become trendsetters, didn’t need to buy their own clothes; major brands would chase after them to send them globally limited, off-season items.
Once an artist becomes popular enough, even luxury brands are no longer superior. For less popular idols, when the brands acknowledge their clothes, fans will happily brush likes, comments, and shares to impress the brand fathers so that they’ll consider making them brand ambassadors. For ultra-popular groups like SKYE, it’s the other way around; brands hope they’ll wear their clothes, because their influence is greater than the brand’s.
In short, online shopping is quite useless for SKYE.
Berlin finally swallowed his mouthful of food, drank some water, and waved his hand: “It’s not for me; it’s for someone else.”
“Oh—” Wu Hengyao suddenly realized something was wrong, turned his head, and asked dryly: “Who are you buying snacks for? So many?”
The number of items in the shopping cart continued to increase, aiming for three figures.
Berlin: “The son… no, the UP I’ve been supporting virtually for three years.”
Wu Hengyao didn’t quite understand, his expression serious: “…You have a son? With whom? Who is an ‘Ah Po Zhu’?”
Berlin: “…”
He almost choked, looking around nervously and putting his hand to his forehead, lowering his voice: “Teacher Wu, what are you talking about? Are you afraid that I won’t get some fabricated gossip headlines and are giving me material to get into trouble? I’m innocent; I don’t even have a first love, don’t cause trouble.”
Wu Hengyao half-understood, but still heard that he’d misunderstood. His expression softened, and he also lowered his voice: “So what’s the story about the son?”
Berlin didn’t know how to explain the internet father-son relationship to a wolf comrade, and was silent for a moment: “…Teacher Wu, don’t you have ‘mom fans’?”
Wu Hengyao frowned, unfamiliar with the fan terms: “The werewolf group doesn’t call it that… but I do. My mother tore my father apart during a full moon, and the next day she happily went on vacation to the Amazon, and I haven’t seen her since.”
Berlin’s pupils trembled: “…”
Don’t suddenly tell me about such bloody family secrets at the dinner table; I don’t want to hear it TT.
He hesitated, but still, out of humanitarian concern, he whispered, “Are you okay?”
Wu Hengyao looked at him strangely: “I’ve only met those two wolf scum less than three times; it’s none of my business.”
Berlin: “…”
Help. (：з」∠)
He didn’t know what to say, so he lowered his head and continued to focus on placing his order.
Berlin carefully added every snack he had mentioned to the little monk to his shopping cart, and also added many others he hadn’t mentioned but felt were delicious, and then specially bought a lot of new flavors that he hadn’t tried yet, thinking of trying them with the little monk next time.
After screening them, he would know what flavors the little monk liked.
The online shopping account Berlin used was registered with his assistant’s phone number, and he paid with his own card.
Soon, the assistant, after receiving the text message and logging into the account to check, sent a long string of exclamation marks: [！！！！！！！！！]
The assistant’s typing speed was incredibly fast.
Before Berlin could explain, the other party sent another WeChat message.
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: Xiaolin!! You’re going overboard!! If you only ordered a small amount, I’d turn a blind eye and help you cover it up, but three hundred! Three hundred bags of potato chips!! Do you plan to eat from now until next year!!?!]
Berlin: “…”
No, no, no, let me explain!
The little assistant was still in a frenzy of texting.
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: Xiaolin, don’t blame me, I have to report this to Gege properly… They say that binge eating is a sign of stress, Xiaolin, aren’t you seeing some bad news online and want to relieve stress by eating? QAQ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said you already eat too much, Xiaolin, don’t take it to heart]
Berlin: “…”
[Xiaolin Xiaolin: That’s not it, Xiao Li Xiao Li, listen to my explanation [June Snow.jpg] I’m not buying it for myself, it’s for my friend!]
The little assistant remained vigilant, not relaxing at all.
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: Which friend? Which friend of yours has such a terrifying snack craving? You must tell me their name; otherwise, I won’t believe you, and I will still report it to the manager]
He hadn’t realized how intelligent and meticulous the little assistant was, with a keen eye for detective work; he even knew to look for evidence.
Berlin sighed, thinking that since the little assistant didn’t know the little monk, it was okay to tell him his name.
[Xiaolin Xiaolin: A friend I just met today, his name is Chen Qingqiu [Pointing at fingers.jpg]]
The other side of the chat box was silent for a while. Berlin thought the assistant finally understood his innocence, but the next message bombarded him, the tone visibly serious; Berlin could even imagine the expression on the little assistant’s face.
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: Xiaolin, do you think I’m an idiot?]
Berlin: “?” I didn’t!
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: You don’t even bother to make up a believable story; you’re so perfunctory. A friend I just met today? Xiaolin, what time is it now?]
Realizing that he had made a fatal, low-level mistake, Berlin stiffly checked the time, completely disheartened and parched.
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: Six, o’clock, thirty-five. Come on, tell me, did you meet in a dream? Did you even become sworn brothers? [Kind smile.jpg] Answer carefully. [Knife.jpg]]
Berlin: “…”
Help me, QAQ, how can I explain?
Berlin struggled to organize his words.
[Xiaolin Xiaolin: Uh, I woke up early, and I met him in the hotel corridor at around 5:30! [Look at my serious eyes.jpg]]
The little assistant replied quickly, his thinking unusually clear and sharp.
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: Okay, you met someone in the hotel corridor at around 5:30 in the morning, and then your feelings quickly warmed up, and you became close friends; then he earnestly asked you to do him a favor: “Comrade Berlin, please immediately go to the online shopping app and order three hundred bags of potato chips and a bunch of other miscellaneous snacks for me…”—Bai Xiaolin, you’re pushing it [Tears.jpg]]
[Xiao Li Xiao Li: I’m heartbroken; I’ve seen through you; I’ve given you a chance. I’m calling the manager; good luck [Goodbye]]
Berlin: “…”
He silently extended his Erkang hand, trembling slightly.
Chen Qingqiu, you better eat all three hundred bags of potato chips, or it will be a disservice to me TT.