This Moments Called the Heavenly Court?

Qin Fen was very satisfied with his life. To sum it up in a few words, it was a fierce and bold life. Did it even need explaining? His life was just that dashing and magnificent.

Countless girls begged to warm his bed, he slept naturally until he woke up on his own, and he counted money until his hands cramped up.

All of the above were fantasies Qin Fen had while spacing out in boredom at the residential area's guard booth. To put it bluntly, it was daydreams.

"Qin Fen, still playing on your phone? Careful Manager Wang catches you and docks your bonus," a colleague by his side kindly reminded him.

"That old bastard? Relax. Today is Wednesday, and that fellow rain or shine will definitely be delivering a package to the owner of Room 1803 in Building 2," Qin Fen chuckled, flashing a you know expression.

"The owner of 1803?" The colleague was abruptly startled. He only had one impression of this person: huge, very terrifying.

"Well, that makes sense." The colleague nodded in understanding. Fighting to the death for the right to deliver this package was a real thing; even the delivery company's own staff were specially blocked by them.

Qin Fen, an ordinary young man, did not listen to his mother's advice to study hard, so he could only find a job within his power—a security guard.

He had no money, no house, and no girlfriend, but which passionate and hot-blooded young man didn't want a passionate, fleeting romance? Therefore, he decided to use Shake, hoping to shake up a romantic night. To put it bluntly, he wanted to hook up with girls. At present, he was a classic case of the five elements lacking action and his horoscope lacking love! Yet he only possessed theoretical experience, alongside a Qilin Arm.

He had never successfully hooked up even once, but he still enjoyed it tirelessly.

Shaking his phone, Qin Fen checked the surroundings. Damn, calling yourself Matchmaker Yue—such a dashing name, does your mother know? Could it be that he knew he needed the nourishment of love?

Had someone come thousands of miles to send warmth? Or was it stealing the brand name of mutton while selling dog meat, meaning it was actually a matchmaking agency? What a pity he had no money, or else he would have supported the work.

Bored, Qin Fen tapped on the avatar named Matchmaker Yue. The photo above possessed an immortal aura; the old fellow wore a purple-gold crescent crown, his hair and beard were snow-white, he held a book in his hand, a section of red string was wrapped around his wrist, and three large characters were written on the book cover: Book of Matchmaking.

It really was comprehensive enough. I have to give you a thumbs-up for this packaging. Qin Fen chuckled. This matchmaking agency was awesome. This old man probably wasn't easy to find; just looking at him made him seem unfathomable, with a child-like face and crane-like hair, radiating an immortal aura!

Looking at the other party's profile, Qin Fen felt a headache coming on. Senior matchmaker of the Heavenly Court, no deception to old or young, quality guaranteed, classic case: Cowherd and Weaver Girl. Oh my heavens, it really was a matchmaking agency. This classic case was sky-defyingly awesome; why didn't you add Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian?

Before Qin Fen even had time to express his emotions and complain, he saw Matchmaker Yue's Moments, which seemed to be open to him.

Out of curiosity, Qin Fen naturally tapped into it and scrolled down.

Matchmaker Yue: Sigh, the population has been skyrocketing recently. Ever since the new policies of the Heavenly Court, we've been encouraging immortals to marry and vigorously developing the population. Although this makes up for the problem of the path to ascension from the mortal realm being cut off, the population is expanding a bit too fast now. Chatting with Taibai about this yesterday, the Jade Emperor spoke up and wants me to handle it. Handle my ass! It's not easy to conceive an immortal fetus, and aborting it is even more harmful to the body.

Lord Lao: Abortifacient drugs have been selling so well lately, making a fortune. In a few days, I'll go find Emperor Ziwei for tea. Ah, ever since the celestial and mortal realms were cut off, I can't go down to the mortal realm, nor can I look at the sights of the mortal world. There are no newcomers at all, so boring.

Food God: What to do? What should I do? The population has increased, the Queen Mother is having a grand birthday to share joy with the immortals, and she's also holding a massive Peach Banquet. Is this trying to play me to death?

Dragon Subduer: My dream is to play the Howling Celestial Hound! As the reincarnated Ji Gong, I want to eat dog meat.

Tiger Tamer: Big brother's addiction is acting up again. I must stop him; those three eyes are not to be messed with.

Looking at the messages one by one, Qin Fen realized that this wasn't just a matchmaking agency. Sister, this must be the Moments of the Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital. Looking at the information of the characters appearing one by one, his heart twitched. His hands were itchy; it was one thing to shake out a psychiatric patient, but he had actually tapped on it.

Tapping on it was one thing, but he had actually read them one by one. You guys are awesome, each and every one of you acting more abnormal than humans. Are you grouping up to try and scam me?

Just as he was about to tap and keep them company for fun to relieve his boredom, the walkie-talkie at the side rang.

"Qin Fen, come down to the lobby of Building 2. The owner specifically named you to deliver it up," a depressed voice sounded.

That old bastard! Qin Fen was startled inwardly. Heh, he hit a wall, didn't he? Why did he ask him to deliver it? A giant question mark floated up in Qin Fen's mind.

Closing his phone, Qin Fen walked out of the guard booth feeling depressed and arrived downstairs at Building 2, taking the mail from Manager Wang's resentful-looking hands.

"Here, hurry up and deliver it to the owner, Qin Fen. Pay attention when you're working from now on, don't dawdle and drag your feet. Get right back to your post as soon as you finish delivering." Manager Wang lectured him. You brat, you've taken a huge advantage, don't even think about dawdling on me for a second longer.

After speaking, he let out a cold snort and left with his hands clasped behind his back.

Holding the mail, Qin Fen glanced at him unhappily. It wasn't even like he was the one who wanted to deliver it.

Thinking of this, Qin Fen gave Manager Wang's retreating back the middle finger before heading upstairs.

Gently knocking on the door of Room 1803, a rustling sound came from inside, followed by the door gently opening.

Gently pushing open the door, Qin Fen walked inside with some caution. What was going on? Where were the people?

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Qin Fen took two steps. "Do I need to change my shoes? Just leave the items right there, I'll leave once I put them down," he said aloud, but the living room was still empty of people.

"Just leave it on the coffee table."

Hearing a voice come from the bedroom, Qin Fen carefully placed the mail on the coffee table, took a couple of light steps, and peered into the bedroom door from far away. The voice sounded quite nice, though he didn't know what she looked like. Still, she was probably fantastic, otherwise Manager Wang wouldn't act like he'd been injected with chicken blood and scramble to deliver the mail every single time.

Stretching out his neck and shifting his body forward bit by bit, Qin Fen took a peek, and instantly turned somewhat dumbfounded. A woman wearing a short black military-style uniform paired with a small sailor cap had her back to him. The upper half of her outfit was a matching black.

Her legs were slender and straight. Looking from the back, only a single black stripe could be seen along the rear of her upper torso as both of her hands adjusted something up front.

Then she bent down to pull at her socks, smoothed out her hair, and straightened the cap on her head.

A mane of long, straight black hair draped directly down her back. Qin Fen immediately turned his head back, because these weren't the main points. The main point was that the outfit was truly familiar, frequently seen in many movies and television shows. At any rate, Qin Fen had never seen it in real life, because he didn't play cosplay either.

The long black-haired beauty had her back to him, and under his horrified gaze, she even tugged at her pants and gave them a fierce, snapping pop. Qin Fen let out a huge scream in his heart. This was too insane! Had he arrived at a model's home? Or a female live streamer?

"Mm, are the things put down properly?" the woman asked softly, turning her back to him.

"Put down."

"Then have you looked enough? Is this outfit good-looking?"

Qin Fen...