Major Incident at No. 17 High School

Su Ke saw the subtitles on the electronic screen within his mental space: "Task: View Liu Mengmeng's color; Reward: 200 RMB." He froze immediately.

Damn it, this is killing me! Just seeing this task made Su Ke's heart race and his throat go dry. His intuition told him not to do it—he absolutely couldn't. After all, his parents were right there; if he got caught, he'd have no face left to show anyone.

Yet, an impulse in his heart urged him to complete the task. He was far too familiar with his family's shop; there was a row of shelves in the middle, with merchandise packed on both sides. As long as he stood opposite Liu Mengmeng, there was a real possibility he could see it.

Of course, that was assuming Liu Mengmeng squatted down first.

He cast a glance. Holy crap, Liu Mengmeng was indeed squatting down, picking something out. Based on Su Ke's experience, he had completely forgotten what kind of products were in that section, his mind a total blank. But big sister, you didn't have to be so cooperative!

One step, two steps. Su Ke shuffled his feet until he reached the middle of the aisle. Liu Mengmeng was directly across from him. He pretended to tidy the merchandise; as he had always acted as the stock clerk for the family supermarket, he looked perfectly normal on the surface.

"Clatter!" A bag of rice crackers slipped from his hand and hit the floor. Su Ke bent down to pick it up, his palms slick with sweat. His movements were stiffer than those of a patient with a herniated disc as he snuck a look downward through the gap in the shelves.

Sure enough, Liu Mengmeng was squatting right on the other side. Her silky long hair hung down, and as she leaned forward, her ample chest was nearly bursting out. Because of her posture, the hem of her one-step skirt had hiked up to the very top of her thighs. Su Ke swallowed hard at the sight of her snow-white, creamy skin.

Regrettably, because he had wasted too much time earlier, his fingers had already snatched up the bag of rice crackers. To avoid suspicion, he had no choice but to stand up and put them back in their original place.

"Whew!" Su Ke struggled to steady his breathing. He had been just a hair's breadth away from seeing it, which would have completed the task and earned him that 200-yuan reward. Fortunately, Liu Mengmeng hadn't stood up; instead, she just squatted and shuffled a small step to the side.

"Clatter!" For some reason, just as Su Ke put the crackers back, a stack of instant noodles on the lower shelf suddenly slid off, several bags tumbling down at once.

Su Ke habitually squatted down to pick them up one by one, placing them back on the bottom shelf. Suddenly, a line of dialogue popped into his head: This is heaven's arrangement; heaven's will is supreme!

He carefully placed the noodles back, then naturally let his eyes drift forward through the gap in the shelves. It was still those snow-white thighs. Following the line of her legs up from her knees, he saw that because one leg was bent while the other looked as if it were kneeling on the ground, the hem of her skirt had parted.

Black lace, with intricate cut-out patterns—he could vaguely see a patch of darkness. If the lighting hadn't been so soft, Su Ke might have even been able to make out the shape of it.

His heart was in his throat. For a moment, he forgot how to move. He couldn't stand up, couldn't take a step; he felt like a complete idiot. Su Ke could even hear his own heavy, ragged breathing.

The cold, synthesized mechanical voice finally jolted Su Ke back to reality.

"Task: View Liu Mengmeng's color (Completed). Reward: 200 RMB."

"Please claim your reward!"

It seemed Liu Mengmeng on the other side hadn't realized her skirt had betrayed her, as she remained in the same position. But Su Ke couldn't hold on any longer. For some reason, he felt his little brother slowly pitching a tent.

While calming his breathing, he stood up, pretended to tidy the shelves once more, and then hurried back to the utility room to grab his schoolbag. He shouted to his parents, "Mom, Dad, I'm heading home now!"

"Alright, if you're hungry, just heat up some leftovers!" Su Ke's mother had barely finished speaking before Su Ke had already bolted out the door. After all, the tent his little brother had pitched hadn't vanished yet.

Su Ke's home was in Building 10 of the residential complex, only a ten-minute walk from their little shop. Yet, that short distance nearly caused him to lose his way, his heart still racing.

The image of that black lace kept spinning in his mind, while the two hundred-yuan bills clutched in his hand felt incredibly real. This day had truly been too stimulating.

Back home, Su Ke didn't go to heat up his food, nor did he start his homework. Instead, he rushed straight to his computer. It was because of this ancient, decrepit machine that the Flower Picking System had appeared in the first place.

He remembered that night when a web game had popped up. Although there weren't any overly explicit images, the entire interface was exquisitely beautiful. It read: Playing the zither amidst high mountains and flowing water, a cup of wine under the bright moon and clear breeze; living a life of carefree joy, with ten thousand flowers gathered in one body.

As if possessed, Su Ke had clicked "Confirm" to enter.

Then.

The computer crashed.

But that very night, this bizarre space appeared in his mind, constantly prompting him to complete tasks. Everyone knew what happened after that: after holding out for five days, Su Ke finally reached out his lecherous hand.

He turned on the computer, logged into his account, and casually pulled up the No. 17 High School forum. This forum was very important to Su Ke; it was here that he had learned the rankings of the school's top ten beauties, and it was through the photos here that he had found Li Feifei.

He scrolled through post after post. It was boring, but it helped his tent-pitching little brother relax a bit and drove the fluttering lace from his mind.

"Expose your homeroom teacher in one sentence!" Not interested. Su Ke skipped it and moved to the next post.

"Does anyone know Zhang so-and-so?" Still boring!

Su Ke suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the screen with a look of having seen a ghost. He hurriedly moved his mouse and clicked on a post titled: "Seeking the pervert! A pervert appeared at No. 17 High School this afternoon, touching a girl's butt."

"Before the first period this afternoon, a certain girl was suddenly molested by a pervert on campus. Characteristics of the pervert: height about 176cm, weight about 50kg, short hair, relatively fair skin, very bright eyes, blushes easily. I beg all heroes to help identify him; there will be a generous reward!"

Even though he was in the safety of his own home, Su Ke felt his hands and feet go weak. He muttered to himself, "I'm done for, I'm totally done for. This Li Feifei is too ruthless—she's actually trying to do a human flesh search on me!"

If he were discovered, he would truly become a celebrity at No. 17 High School. What was he supposed to do now?

What was he supposed to do about the next task?

On the electronic screen within the bizarre space, it still displayed: "Task: Touch Li Feifei's butt; Reward: 200 RMB."

As for the previous task of peeping, it had already vanished from the screen, now that it was complete.