Young Miss, let me serve you…
With the mission completed, Jiang Yingxiao felt too embarrassed to keep the sock stuffed in someone else’s mouth. Blushing, she pulled it out, but her fingers accidentally brushed against the other’s thin lips.
The boy instinctively took them into his mouth, his large hands reverently cradling the girl’s fair, delicate palm. His tongue licked from her fingertips to her palm, sucking back and forth as if he could never get enough of her scent, his lips emitting suggestive wet sounds.
The snow-white fabric was soaked with saliva, and Jiang Yingxiao couldn’t hold it steady, letting go. The other caught it smoothly, quickly crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his uniform pocket.
The neatly pressed uniform trousers bulged slightly from the small lump.
He had long shed his indifferent demeanor, wagging his tail like a dog that had just been given a bone.
The notebook he carried with him had somehow fallen to the floor at some point, its pages fluttering.
[Yu Chi, what are you doing, I ask?]
[Right?]
[My god, last time at this hour, he should have already stormed into the classroom. Why is he still here?]
[Baby, slap him 【Donation: 10 Points】]
Jiang Yingxiao blinked, pushing his face away to free her hand. Her flushed palm was coated with a sticky liquid that glistened under the fluorescent light.
The boy seemed not to have snapped out of it, his lips foolishly chasing after her hand until she slapped him, his gaze finally clearing slightly.
“What are you doing with my sock?” she asked warily, recalling how she had almost been penalized earlier for not wearing socks.
She didn’t even know if she had a second pair to wear, and here he was trying to take one away. Could it be that he wanted to get her penalized and killed this way?
Utterly immoral.
“Baby,” Yu Chi panted heavily, his gaze almost obsessive as it lingered on her neck, coaxing her slowly, “The sock is dirty. Let your husband wash it for you, okay?”
[Husband? What husband?]
[Yu, in which episode did you become a married man?]
[…Self-proclaimed, I guess.]
[Wifey, don’t believe him, ahhh!]
Jiang Yingxiao widened her eyes, her long lashes trembling in shock.
To lower her guard, he had even pretended to be her husband. How despicable.
Fortunately, she had already seen through his trick.
The girl reached forward, smearing the sticky saliva all over his impeccably neat shirt, then effortlessly exposed his little scheme:
“Who asked you to wash it? You just want to deduct my Usual Score, thinking you can fool me?”
“Give it back to me now.”
“And you lied to me. You’re not my husband.”
The other’s face instantly paled upon hearing the last sentence, his gaze turning icy as it roamed stiffly over her.
The girl grew frightened under his stare, tilting her neck back slightly.
Could it be that this guy had triggered a keyword and reset to factory settings?
[This Instance does not support resets. Please do not worry, Player.]
076, who had seemingly gone off for some advanced training in just a few minutes, stiffly added two final words:
[Baby.]
Jiang Yingxiao pretended not to hear, tilting her head to observe the boy putting on mysterious airs before her. Her brows furrowed, her beautiful green eyes wide and unblinking.
Under her gaze, Yu Chi leaned forward, burying his head against her neck. “Baby, don’t say such angry words. It’s all your husband’s fault. Your husband won’t deduct your points.”
A ghost’s heart had long dried up, completely incapable of supplying blood. Every day, it could only wander around in its dark, cold, pale body.
But now, it seemed miraculously revived. Just smelling her scent made it beat violently, and his skin even took on a flush of color.
So the ghost was convinced that the other was his wife.
“What makes you think you can be my husband?”
Yu Chi was stunned by these words, his head pushed away by a soft, pale hand.
The girl mimicked his earlier tone, throwing his own words right back at him, then began to accuse him, “My husband would never yank my hand or pretend to throw me to the monsters.”
Her eyes were red, and her delicate, sorrowful voice immediately shattered Yu Chi’s heart, which had only just begun to beat again.
“I’m so terrible, baby… baby, I’m sorry.”
He carefully pulled Jiang Yingxiao into his embrace, his large hand patting her back gently in comfort, his cool, damp breath brushing against her fair nape.
At first, he thought Jiang Yingxiao was ignoring him, so he did those wrong things to get her attention. But she had simply forgotten him.
He really deserved to die.
[Qi Shen has already arrived at the classroom!]
[He’s holding at least ten items this time, right?]
[Please, I need his ID.]
[Just look on the homepage—Xie Yingqi is far ahead in first place.]
Jiang Yingxiao sobbed dryly for a while, and a small portion of the bullet comments in her mind disappeared.
She looked up and noticed that Yu Chi’s expression had also turned somber, his usually stern face now filled with guilt.
Though her lips were still trembling with sobs, her gaze gradually turned probing. The girl seemed to have found an object she could toy with and manipulate at will, her metaphorical cat tail perking up.
She sniffled and slowly, magnanimously, spoke up, “Do you want me to forgive you?”
Yu Chi finally lifted his head to look at her, his cold face now stained with the sticky liquid she had smeared on his uniform, crumpled and messy.
“It’s not impossible,” Jiang Yingxiao said, her tone lifting as she realized she had guessed correctly. “Take me to the classroom, and I’ll forgive you right away.”
Hehe, this way she could find other Players. She truly was the smartest person in the entire Love Game.
Her moist, pink lips parted, her fragrance lingering around the boy, and in a daze, he nodded.
Along the way, any classmates who tried to approach Jiang Yingxiao to curry favor were coldly driven away by him. When they reached the classroom door, he reached out to stop the girl who was about to enter.
“Why are you stopping me?” Jiang Yingxiao pretended nothing had happened, frowning to intimidate him, but her voice held little threat, soft as tofu.
The ghost lowered his hand, his chilly voice tinged with urgency, “Baby, can you forgive your husband now?”
“Then you’re not allowed to deduct my points ever again, got it?”
Jiang Yingxiao made her demand fiercely, and the other, perhaps intimidated by her forcefulness, didn’t dare utter a word of protest against this request that violated the Instance’s usual rules.
No matter how powerful a ghost was, when faced with Jiang Yingxiao, they had to call her “baby” and bow and nod to her.
【He can’t enter the classroom, baby.】
076 was getting more and more comfortable adding suffixes, but unfortunately, it received no response.
Classroom D of the second year of high school was filled with students. The girl stole a glance inside—they all looked normal.
Relieved, she looked up and met Yu Chi’s gaze, a smile curling at the corner of her lips, “I’ll only forgive you 1 point. You’ll have to figure out how to earn the remaining 99 Usual Score points yourself.”
Then, like a cat that had played with its companion and dashed to the doorstep, she slipped inside while he wasn’t paying attention, afraid of being caught. Finally, standing inside, she mischievously tossed out a sentence to torment the ghost:
“And who said I’m your wife? Keep dreaming.”
The classroom had white-gray walls and tiled floors. The central air conditioning seemed a bit old, its buzzing sound like dozens of bees.
There was a roster on the lectern. Jiang Yingxiao easily found her seat and settled in.
Yu Chi at the doorway couldn’t enter the classroom because the inspection period had passed, so he could only watch longingly before hanging his head and leaving.
The girl’s heart settled, as if she had truly returned to a high school classroom. Her eyes couldn’t help but wander to the side.
[Damn, Xie Yingqi]
[That thing hanging around his neck is an item, right? 666, he’s really got something]
[On his hand too, looks like the Crocodile’s Tear from the auction a couple days ago—can read minds once]
Following the bullet comments, Jiang Yingxiao easily located the player named Xie Yingqi. He was two aisles away, seated by the window.
The boy sat with his back straight, speaking little as he held a pen and scribbled on paper. No one around him disturbed him.
He didn’t seem like someone who had entered an instance—more like he was genuinely here to attend class.
The girl stared for too long. Sensing her gaze, he turned and met her eyes, his brows furrowed, thin lips pressed together, his sharp features icy cold.
So fierce. He didn’t look easy to get along with at all.
Jiang Yingxiao shifted her gaze back, blinking her long, curled lashes. Looking down, she realized she had absentmindedly drawn two dark circles on her scratch paper.
[Ahhh, how dare this Xie Yingqi glare at my baby!]
[Pretentious guy, instantly loses the chance to simp for my baby]
[But Xie Yingqi has been through life and death so many times—doesn’t seem like the type to indulge in romance]
“Brother Lu, class is about to start—why are you still sleeping?” A male classmate walked down the aisle, eagerly knocking on the desk of the person beside him, though his eyes inadvertently drifted past him to Jiang Yingxiao, who sat upright.
Out loud, he said it was a shame for Brother Lu to be stuck in the front three rows, but inwardly, he seethed with envy.
Just by luck, he got to sit next to the young lady. How come he wasn’t struck by lightning on his way here?
The person who had been sleeping with a jacket over his head was roused. He emerged from the clothing, and the jacket slipped to the floor, revealing the clothes he wore.
On them were two footprints, identical to the pattern on Jiang Yingxiao’s shoe soles.
Alarm bells rang in the girl’s mind. She subtly shifted her legs to the side, pressing her soles firmly against the marble floor, not daring to lift them.
If he found out she was the one who stepped on his clothes, she’d be done for.
“Young lady, why are you secretly squeezing your legs together?”
Jiang Yingxiao looked under the desk. A handsome boy was crouched on the floor, his hand gripping her delicate ankle, a low chuckle muffled in his mouth.
[Has this game’s NPC been to Love Game for training?]
[Who is this? Never seen him before]
[Checked the intro and came back—this is the young lady’s follower]
[Si Cheng, the one even more twisted than the young lady]
He looked up, meeting the girl’s wide, cat-like eyes. “Sorry, I’m late. Punish me, young lady.”
“…What?”
“Young lady went out and came back, and now you don’t even know how to punish?” Si Cheng lifted her foot, pressing it against his thigh. “But it’s fine—I’ll teach you properly.”
His fingers absorbed warmth from her pale calf, burning so intensely that the corners of his eyes reddened and his breathing grew rapid. But when her sole landed on his uniform pants, his expression froze, as if his humble, apologetic facade was about to shatter.
“You punished someone else today?”
Her sole carried a disgusting scent he knew all too well, like a mark left by some stray dog outside.
Jiang Yingxiao was furious at his tone. Before she could even figure out what “punishment” meant, her mouth began to lash out. “So what if I punished someone else? I’ll punish whoever I want.”
Could it be that she was actually a villain who often punished others, and Si Cheng couldn’t stand it, so he volunteered to let her punish only him?
She was so wicked.
Si Cheng choked for a moment, crawled out from under the table, his expression shattered, muttering, “It’s alright, Miss, the stool is too hard. Let me serve you.”
The fair, tender flesh of her thighs beneath the short skirt pressed against the wooden stool, rubbing until it turned red. Jiang Yingxiao had initially been very resistant to sitting there, but now, hearing his words, she couldn’t help but curl her lips.
Was he going to fetch a cushion for her?
[Mission Three: Sit on Si Cheng’s lap for 45 minutes.]
[Time Limit: 5 minutes to start.]
[Mission Reward: 2000 Points.]
Author’s Note:
Yu Chi was described as a ghost who attempted to seek recognition but failed. The baby was actually willing to forgive him by 1 point—what a bargain for him.