[Something's not right. The streamer's smile looks even more sinister than the Scholar's.]
[Which of these two has the other one wrapped around their finger?]
[This is a battle between big shots. There's no place for little guys like us to butt in. Let's just sit back and enjoy the show.]
[I still choose to believe in Jiu Cilang. After all, he's a legendary big shot with two Archmage Staff Fragments in hand!]
[You're just assuming Jiu Cilang is definitely a legendary big shot now?]
[I think the streamer's in trouble this time.]
[Yeah, the Gentleman's Agreement came from the Scholar. It's obviously a carefully laid trap.]
[Right, I'm betting the streamer won't get past this hurdle.]
[Same here.]
[Never mind, I won't bet. I'll just sit back and watch the stream.]
[+1, just here for the show.]
Wen Nan received the system's notification that his quest progress had reached 60 percent, and returned to the classroom, satisfied.
Yu Shujun was nowhere near as simple as she appeared. Wen Nan knew perfectly well that the Gentleman's Agreement Scroll might have something fishy about it.
But he had signed it anyway.
For one thing, he had read every clause from beginning to end and hadn't spotted any major problems. For another, it was what Yu Shujun wanted, so of course he'd chosen to give it to her.
Whether or not Yu Shujun was a player in disguise, this big brother was now mixed in with his "harem," which would affect his quest progress.
The main quest this time was to "satisfy them"—to fulfill the deepest desires in their hearts. The school belle wanted the novel experience of a heartbreak she couldn't get over, while Qiqi wanted to have a sweet romance with Wen Nan. He'd fulfilled both their wishes, so by the time he'd dashed out of the classroom, his quest progress had already reached 40 percent.
At the moment, what Yu Shujun wanted was to sign this agreement with Wen Nan.
So naturally, Wen Nan had chosen to satisfy the Scholar.
Sure enough, once they'd signed the agreement, Yu the Scholar was satisfied, and his quest progress shot straight up to 60 percent.
As for what, exactly, was fishy about that so-called Gentleman's Agreement, Wen Nan thought, he'd just have to wait and see—
He'd deal with whatever came his way. He was a man who'd walked out of Peach Blossom Mental Hospital. All these years, he'd defeated every mental patient and remained undefeated.
When it came to playing mind games, Wen Nan wasn't afraid.
Compared to the king of the mental hospital, Yu the Scholar was still too green.
At lunchtime, Wen Nan followed the plan he'd made with Aunt Mei and went home with Qiqi before lunch.
The house was in the old part of town, and since it was also in a school district, it wasn't very spacious. Including the shared areas, it was less than ninety square meters, with two bedrooms and a living room. The living room and dining area were connected, and the place was neat and tidy. Plush toys in all sorts of pastel colors filled every corner, from the sofa and coffee table to the shelves.
Although Qiqi was pure and adorable, she didn't like pink. Her backpack, the skirts she wore, and her stationery and keychains were mostly yellow and green.
So the pink, girly atmosphere filling the house could only come from its other lady of the house.
"Auntie! We're home!"
As soon as Qiqi opened the door, she craned her neck and called into the house.
"You're back?"
Aunt Mei's sweet, gentle voice came from the kitchen.
With a clatter, the kitchen's sliding door opened.
A snowy-white figure in a pink cartoon apron hurried out to meet them.
Perhaps the kitchen had been too stuffy. Aunt Mei's legs and arms were bare, making it look, at first glance, as if she were wearing nothing but an apron.
Wen Nan's face heated up, and he nearly turned away to avoid staring.
But when she came closer with a smile, Wen Nan realized that she was wearing a loose, short-sleeved T-shirt. It was just so short that the apron covered it completely, giving her a strangely censored look.
It was the weekend, so Aunt Mei didn't have to work. She'd changed out of her usual more formal blouse and short skirt and wasn't wearing makeup. Her hair was loosely tied into a low ponytail at the back of her head. At first glance, she looked about the same age as Qiqi. Only the voluptuous curves she could barely conceal beneath her shirt betrayed her mature charm.
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[Big Bear]
[My Big Bear]
[Bad review, everything's covered]
[I'm ready. Typing with one hand to prove how filthy my mind is.]
[I'm simple. I only love Big Bear.]
[(°°)° Oh ho!]
[Boss, this little tip from your junior isn't much, but please give us something exciting!]
[Waiting for the thrilling show.]
[Camping out.]
[Camping out.]
"Are you tired? Must be hungry, huh? There's just one last braised fish to finish, and the chicken soup's simmering in the pot. It'll be ready in a moment." Aunt Mei tilted her head and smiled at them. "Why don't you go watch some TV on the sofa and have some fruit? I'll call you when the food's on the table."
Qiqi nodded. As she took her and Wen Nan's slippers from the shoe cabinet, she replied, "Okay. Go on, Auntie. No rush."
After changing her shoes, she headed straight for the sofa, tossed her backpack onto the rug beside it, then bent to take a few strawberries from the coffee table. She flopped onto the sofa with a thump, lying flat on her back.
After changing his slippers, Wen Nan glanced at Qiqi, who was lounging comfortably on the sofa, then turned and followed Aunt Mei toward the kitchen. "Want me to help bring out the dishes?"
Aunt Mei immediately waved him off. "No need. You've been in class all week. You must be exhausted. Go rest. I'll be done soon, and lunch will be ready in a moment."
Wen Nan shook his head. "Let the kid watch TV by herself. I'll give you a hand."
Qiqi heard him and called over, "Who are you calling a kid?"
Wen Nan smiled at her and shrugged. "Whoever answers."
Aunt Mei smiled as she looked at the two of them, then shook her head and said to Wen Nan, "Then come in and peel a couple of heads of garlic for me?"
Wen Nan readily agreed and followed her into the kitchen.
The house wasn't very big, and the kitchen was cramped. It was just right for one person, but felt crowded with two.
Aunt Mei went in first and bent down to look for garlic in the lower cupboard.
Wen Nan followed behind her, lowered his gaze, and immediately saw a full, rounded part of her body right in front of him.
Aunt Mei's figure was a case of all the best assets in exactly the right places.
Her legs were long, straight, delicate, and fair. But above them, she was full-figured, her curves looking soft and springy.
She was wearing pink yoga shorts underneath, with hems that barely reached her upper thighs. The edges dug into her legs, pressing the soft, pale flesh into little bulges.
Wen Nan was staring so intently that he didn't notice Aunt Mei had stood up. She suddenly turned around, and the two of them collided head-on.
Startled, Aunt Mei took two steps backward, using all her attention to steady the bowl of garlic in her hands. In the process, she accidentally kicked off one of her fluffy bunny slippers.
"Oops..."
Aunt Mei glanced at the slipper that had flown into the corner, embarrassed. She lifted her bare foot and made a small hop, about to hop over on one leg and retrieve it.
"I'll get it."
Wen Nan turned around, took two steps to the corner, and bent down to pick up the fluffy slipper.
When he returned to Aunt Mei, he crouched down, took her delicate foot, still suspended in midair, in his hands, and slipped the fluffy slipper onto it.
Before letting go, his fingers unconsciously brushed over her ankle twice. The delicate skin of her calf felt smooth and springy beneath his touch.
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