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Before Shen Huaiyu came to the school, the original owner had been the acknowledged campus heartthrob. But once Shen Huaiyu arrived, he stole all the original owner's limelight with his face alone. The original owner grew jealous, yet he gave nothing away on the surface and deliberately approached Shen Huaiyu. By playing on their similarly tragic backgrounds, he won Shen Huaiyu's trust. Once he learned that Shen Huaiyu desperately needed money, he introduced him to the bar where he worked part-time as a waiter.

The original owner knew that Shen Huaiyu's face was the root of all trouble. Looking like that, he was bound to attract the attention of the bar's patrons. Then something the original owner would be delighted to see—but Shen Huaiyu himself could never accept—would surely happen. What the original owner had not expected was that Shen Huaiyu would catch the male lead's eye on his very first day at work. After learning of it, the original owner was consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred. He deliberately needled Shen Huaiyu with his words, leaving him mortified and furious. At the same time, he gave the male lead, who happened to overhear the conversation, the negative impression that he was scheming and calculating.

[Task One: Provoke Shen Huaiyu with your words and leave him mortified and furious. Make the male lead see you as vain, vulgar, and deeply calculating.]

"I heard all about it." Cheng Lang sighed and patted Shen Huaiyu's shoulder. What a pitiful kid. Losing his entire family was tragic enough, and then he had to run into such a miserable piece of trash. To accommodate the original novel, he even had to get a happy ending with that kind of trash. No wonder the original shou could not take it anymore and chose death over continuing the plot. Anyone would lose it if this happened to them.

Cheng Lang felt that Shen Huaiyu might be depressed and could not help comforting him. "Don't feel too bad. We're both men. It's no big deal. Just pretend a dog bit you."

Shen Huaiyu was mortified and furious. He did not want to discuss this sort of thing with Cheng Lang.

But Cheng Lang refused to let him off. "By the way, isn't your Household short on money? Since it's already happened, there's no point dwelling on it. If that guy keeps pestering you and wants to keep you, have him pay your younger brother's medical bills. While you're at it, have him buy back your parents' house. It was where your family once lived together, after all. There's nothing wrong with keeping something to remember them by."

There was really no need to refuse so desperately that he ended up being illegally imprisoned by the male lead.

Shen Huaiyu's eyes widened as he stared at Cheng Lang in shock. He apparently had not expected Cheng Lang to say something like that.

Cheng Lang wanted to say more, but the shift supervisor came over. "...Why are you slacking off again? Can't you see how busy it is on the dance floor? If you keep running around instead of working, watch me dock your pay."

Talk about anything with Cheng Lang, but not money. That was his one and only weak spot. Not even while he was doing a task.

"Don't! Don't! Don't! Please don't dock my pay!" Cheng Lang pleaded with the supervisor, grinning cheekily. "I'll get back to work right away. I'll work hard and be devoted to my job."

Cheng Lang hurried back to the dance floor. Sure enough, the area around the bar was already utter chaos. The bartender set the mixed drinks on the counter one after another, while several waiters buzzed back and forth like bees. When they saw Cheng Lang return, someone could not help complaining, "Cheng Lang, slacking off again?"

"What do you mean, slacking off? Everyone has urgent business sometimes. Next time you're on a date with your girlfriend, don't ask me to cover your shift." Cheng Lang shut the waiter up with one sentence. He grabbed a tray and began delivering drinks everywhere. Even while serving drinks, he did not forget to be devoted to his job. He persuaded several customers to buy bottles of red wine to show off in front of their female companions, successfully earning several thousand yuan in commissions.

Just as Cheng Lang was busy earning drink commissions, a commotion suddenly broke out on the dance floor. Cheng Lang froze slightly and looked toward the noise. A young man in a little vest and smoky eye makeup stood onstage with his neck stiffly raised, looking wild and untamable. The customers below were shouting for him to sing.

Cheng Lang suddenly remembered this part of the plot. The little wild colt onstage was Meng Tianye, the bar's resident singer. He was also one of the male lead's kept substitutes. Because his voice sounded very much like the male lead's white moonlight, he had been favored by the male lead before Shen Huaiyu came along. After learning that the male lead had slept with Shen Huaiyu, he could not help throwing a tantrum and deliberately went on strike during his performance. What he did not know was that, on this very night, the male lead's white moonlight had arranged to meet someone at the bar to discuss business. Meng Tianye's strike ruined the white moonlight's mood. After the male lead found out, he severely punished the little wild colt.

—Another thing worth mentioning was that this bar had actually been funded by the male lead's white moonlight. He had originally wanted to build a club to make it easier to conduct business, but after the bar opened, it unexpectedly became the most popular money-burning den in the entire city. At first, the male lead had only come to show his support for the white moonlight. Later, he became a regular at the bar. As for why he dared to openly build his own harem in the white moonlight's bar, Cheng Lang had no idea. He was just really curious about how that man's brain worked!

No wonder the white moonlight did not like him!

Blending into the bustling crowd on the dance floor, Cheng Lang looked up at Meng Tianye, who stood silently onstage with his neck stiff but kept glancing toward the VIP area on the second floor. Thinking of the abuse this young man was about to suffer, Cheng Lang's tenderhearted impulse to protect the beautiful stirred again.

Cheng Lang pushed through the clamoring crowd and went straight onto the stage. He casually snatched the electric guitar from a band member's arms and walked up to the microphone. "Hello, everyone. Tianye's throat is a little uncomfortable tonight, so I'll sing a song in his place."

The crowd below erupted. "Who the fuck are you? We want to hear Tianye sing!"

"Get off the stage!"

"Get down!"

Still, some people saw that Cheng Lang was good-looking and were willing to give him a chance.

Meng Tianye himself stared at Cheng Lang in disbelief. He still remembered that this waiter had brought the wolf over, and he could not help cursing, "What the hell does this have to do with you—"

A stirring, fluid guitar solo cut off Meng Tianye's complaint. Cheng Lang's fingers flew over the strings as he showed off with an extremely difficult solo, instantly silencing the dissatisfied protests both on and off the stage.

After seizing the initiative, Cheng Lang leaned toward the microphone. Looking at the young men and women on the dance floor craning their necks toward the stage, he drew a deep breath and sang, "How many times have I fallen because of your breathtaking beauty? Amid a thousand blossoms, I am drunk for you alone..."