Chapter 17

"Pfft, hahahaha..." Zuo Feiyang was about to die laughing. The more he looked at Little Bunny onstage, the more he felt he was a priceless treasure—so pure and unpretentious, completely unlike those gaudy sluts outside. "Xiao Kai, you're fucking amazing! From today onward, you're my god! I want every last detail on this Little Bunny within five minutes! Don't make me get on my knees and beg you!"

"Huh?" Xiao Kai rapidly sifted through everyone he had brought in his mind, but damn it, this Little Bunny didn't match any of them. Where the hell had he come from, out of a crack in a rock? "The problem is, even if you really got on your knees and begged me, I still wouldn't know..."

He was telling the truth, but the others didn't believe him at all.

They only thought he wanted to keep him to himself. Bah! What a heartless bastard!

Just as the group was about to break into infighting, the situation onstage suddenly changed. In the blink of an eye, it was an entirely different scene—

The diligent Succubus held a huge basin of ice in her hands. It was filled to the brim with clear, square ice cubes, cold vapor drifting from them. She first placed the basin on a stand near the stage, then climbed steadily onto a chair. Next, she filled a porcelain plate roughly several inches across with ice and flung it hard in the rabbit beauty's direction!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Li Zhikong didn't stop moving. The nunchaku in his hands became an impenetrable wall of shadows, catching every one of the dozens of ice cubes without missing a single one! Under the violent impacts, the ice shattered into glittering fragments. They burst apart in midair like translucent jade fireworks, the hazy lights refracting back and forth among them. They were so fleeting, yet so beautiful—beautiful like an illusionary dream that drifted away in an instant. And the one weaving that dream was the rabbit-eared youth onstage, dazzling as a god.

The Succubus kept tossing plate after plate at a steady rhythm. Only after she had scattered every last cube from the huge basin did the audience, silent for who knew how long, finally let out a sigh of wonder.

At that moment, A Man Should Be Self-Reliant was nearing its end. Li Zhikong hadn't been idle either. He swiftly connected the two knockoff nunchaku into a long staff as tall as his eyebrows, gripped one end, and swept it out to point at someone below the stage—an incredibly cool move, his smile brimming with high spirits!

Anyone else would have assumed he was simply striking a pose, but only Lu Yuan, Young Master Lu, the person being pointed at, knew that Li Zhikong was targeting him and no one else.

That little rabbit even called out, "Hurry up and throw the flowers up here! What are you waiting for, babe?"

"Here, here, take them! Forget flowers, I'd give you my life!" Nearly every audience member still holding flowers went mad. Without another word, they hurled them onto the stage, and soon a layer of fresh blooms completely covered Li Zhikong's feet.

As the masterminds behind the scenes, those vile privileged scum, Xiao Kai and the other two also eagerly ran forward. Somehow, they had roses in their hands again, and what was most infuriating was that their roses were far more delicate and fresh than everyone else's. Looking closely, there were even trembling droplets of dew on the petals!

Unfortunately, all that effort failed to earn them even a second glance from the rabbit beauty onstage.

His gaze remained fixed in one direction, provocative yet innocent. His petal-like lips pouted slightly, as if he were asking someone for a kiss.

The three shameless bastards' hearts skipped a beat, and a terrible premonition rose within them.

Wait, that direction—

They all turned around at once. Sure enough, it was that bastard Lu Yuan! The way he looked right then easily called to mind the cold male lead from some third-rate idol drama—that smug air of a super-straight guy. But anyone with eyes could detect a trace of the secret delight and pride of a weasel that had stolen a chicken. Holding flowers in his hand, he strode toward the stage, finally stopping before Little Bunny. Raising his chin, he sighed. "Fine, you win. I can give you the flowers. What exactly do you want from me?"

Li Zhikong raised his chin too and asked arrogantly, "Still think I'm effeminate?"

...What a grudge-holding little rabbit!

Lu Yuan glared at him with his three-white eyes. After a long silence, he shook his head in extreme frustration.

"At least you know better." Li Zhikong was so pleased he was practically about to take flight. He beckoned to a passing waiter, took a slender champagne flute, and gave it a few swirls. "These flowers were earned by my own ability. You set the rules of the game, so a bet was a bet. You asked what I wanted from you? Lu Yuan, pretending to be stupid isn't a good habit!"

He tipped back his head and drained the wine in one gulp.

Then he grabbed Young Master Lu by the collar and fiercely pressed his lips to Lu Yuan's!

Their lips and tongues entwined, and the rich wine was quickly shared between them.

After a long while, Li Zhikong pushed him away, panting. He wiped the overly damp lips with the back of his hand, raised a brow, and smiled. "Consider that interest collected in advance. Young Master Lu, you taste pretty good. I'm looking forward to it more and more now."

Lu Yuan pressed his lips into a thin line. He tried hard to calm the heartbeat that was about to leap from his chest, took a deep breath, and replied without conceding an inch, "Likewise. Now that the interest has been paid, I'll be waiting anytime for you to come collect the principal..."

"Is that so?" Li Zhikong narrowed his eyes, smiling nothing like a pure little rabbit, but rather like a legendary fox spirit that loved drinking human blood. "Well, since there's no time like the present, how about we collect the principal tonight?"

Lu Yuan gave him a deep look. "As long as you don't regret it."

"Why would I regret it? Is your technique that bad?"

Faced with that soul-crushing question, Lu Yuan wisely chose to ignore it.

Was his technique that bad?

Sorry, he didn't have any technique at all.

Some people looked like dazzling winners in life on the surface—hadn't even his dissolute friends been driven to spit blood by this unbelievable turn of events?—but in reality, they were weak underachievers dragged into an exam without ever having studied.

Lu Yuan: What do I do? Is there some kind of crash course for this? I'm freaking out inside...

Author's Note:

Ah, I did it! I really did it!!! Hahaha, I'm dancing with pride~~ Thank you to all the little angels who threw overlord tickets or watered me with nutrient solution between 2021-08-11 18:46:20 and 2021-08-11 23:59:09~

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