When can the homework ghostwriter come over?

"It's been so long since I've seen the young master smile so happily."

Inside the vast living room of a private Manor, Old Mao, the butler, sighed as he watched the livestream on television.

On the sofa, Huo Ruhui, a man in his seventies, was working on the advanced calculus homework that a certain utterly unfilial grandson had left him.

At those words, he looked up at Old Mao. "He's happy, all right. Meanwhile, he's left an old man here questioning his entire existence!"

Old Mao thought for a moment, then lowered his voice. "Shall I find someone to do it for you?"

Huo Ruhui straightened his back, his expression stern and solemn. "What kind of joke is that? Back in the day, I was a top student at a prestigious university! You think I can't handle a few problems?!"

His voice rose, brimming with confidence and arrogance.

Old Mao smiled without saying a word.

Ten minutes later.

"When can the homework ghostwriter come over?"

"Within half an hour."

"Then hurry."

"Of course."

At the filming location.

Xu Su had spent all of Huo Yuchen's points, leaving not a single one.

Huo Yuchen indicated that he didn't mind. "As long as the food tastes good."

Xu Su nodded solemnly. "Rest assured, Crown Prince. My cooking won me the gold medal for three years running in a competition I judged and awarded myself. I also won the Worst-Tasting Dish Award in the Taste of Fine Food Competition and served as the promotional ambassador for Kitchen Killers. So leave it to me. Absolutely nothing will go wrong!"

Huo Yuchen: "...?"

Everyone else: "...??"

[Wait, let me work through that. I think my brain just crashed.]

[Judged and awarded himself? Worst-Tasting Dish Award? Kitchen Killer?]

[He all but came right out and said, "I can't cook."]

[Hahahahahahaha, what a talent. Expressing the simplest idea in the most complicated way possible.]

[The Crown Prince looks completely bewildered.]

Huo Yuchen was indeed a little bewildered, but mostly, he was speechless.

Because he had thought Xu Su could cook.

After all, by normal logic, someone who couldn't cook wouldn't stare so transfixed at the sea shrimp on the projected screen.

It felt like watching someone circle a toilet pit, looking desperate to use it, only to wait forever without seeing him go. When you finally asked, you discovered that he did desperately need the toilet, but he didn't know how to take off his pants or wipe his ass.

Thinking about it carefully, how could that not leave anyone speechless?

Had he known, he shouldn't have softened earlier and handed his points over for Xu Su to squander. He should have made Xu Su stick to the fast food.

"Crown Prince, I'm off to cook too."

"..."

Despite his endless inward complaints, the moment Xu Su walked past him carrying the ingredients, a certain someone snatched everything from him, turned, and entered the kitchen.

The camera cut to the dining room.

Inside the enclosed kitchen, Huo Yuchen was getting started on dinner.

At the dining table in the open area, Xu Su shamelessly sat waiting to be fed.

For a while, the scene looked harmonious.

"Xu Su, even if you can't cook, you should be able to lend a hand, right?"

Until that provocative remark rang out in the dining room.

Xu Su glanced sideways, his hand propping up his chin as his fingertips tapped rhythmically against his cheek. A faint smile curved his eyes.

"You're right. I can certainly use a hand to smack a stupid dog that's a two-faced bitch incarnate."

Zhuang Luo froze. Once he registered the words, his face grew a little pale. "Xu Su, are you insulting me?"

Xu Su raised a hand to stop him. "Hey↗, I never insult people. Don't go making things up."

Shen Chuanzhu, who was chowing down on his fast food nearby, abruptly widened his eyes at that. Good lord! Three insults in two sentences. That's some high-level stuff!

As an onlooker with forty years of life under his belt, he caught the implication immediately.

But Zhuang Luo himself failed to notice that layer of meaning and thought Xu Su was merely making excuses for himself.

"Then what did you mean by what you just said?"

Xu Su elegantly picked up the plain water he had boiled, brought it to his lips, and took a pretentiously refined sip before replying obnoxiously, "Exactly what I said. Don't you understand Chinese?"

Zhuang Luo's slightly curled lashes fluttered several times, and his expression immediately turned deeply aggrieved.

"Xu Su, I only asked a question. Do you have to treat me like this?"

He looked on the verge of tears, and with his all-white outfit, a closer look made him seem just like a delicate white flower drifting in the wind.

At the sight, Zhuang Luo's solo fans instantly flew into a rage and flooded the comments with insults aimed squarely at Xu Su's mother, branching out into livestock and internal organs.

Fortunately, Xu Su's newly emerging fans worked hard to defend him, preventing Zhuang Luo's fans from taking over the comments. Still, the topics made the trending list.

#Xu Su Insults a Dog#

#Zhuang Luo Bullied#

Netizens gathered to watch the drama:

[I Quietly Died]: The director really knows how to stir things up. Put these three together, and there's more drama every day than anyone can keep up with.

[Midnight Melancholy Innocent CEO]: I really fucking can't stand Zhuang Luo's delicate, fragile act anymore. He reeks of fake innocence.

[Married and Single]: I just watched all the short clips, and I've realized Zhuang Luo and Li Weizhou are seriously weak fighters. Xu Su leaves them speechless every single time.

[Pissed on but Still Stirring Shit]: Xu Su's mouth really can fire away. He's like a submachine gun from the War of Resistance.

[Under-the-Covers Philosopher]: I don't think Xu Su deserves all the blame for the two of them getting to the point of tearing into each other. After all, they used to be good friends, and Xu Su has liked Li Weizhou for a year. But Zhuang Luo and Li Weizhou have been dating for two months and only went public a month ago. In other words, Zhuang Luo was already secretly dating Li Weizhou during that first month, but he never said a word to Xu Su and let him keep foolishly confessing to Li Weizhou. Honestly, that's pretty bitchy.

[Sixty-Year-Old Short-Tempered Gal]: You can't even call that tearing into each other. I'm watching the livestream right now, and Xu Su is absolutely steamrolling Zhuang Luo without breaking a sweat.

--

At the filming location.

"How did I treat you? Go on, tell me."

Xu Su leaned back against his chair, his arms folded across his chest, his posture languid.

Zhuang Luo's eyes were slightly red. He didn't quite know how to repeat Xu Su's crude words.

And Li Weizhou wasn't there at the moment, having gone to the bathroom. Shen Chuanzhu and Lu Jing, who were eating their fast food nearby, both acted as though it had nothing to do with them and were unwilling to speak up for him.

For a moment, he was tongue-tied, with nothing to say in response.

Seeing that he wasn't making a sound, Xu Su helpfully spoke for him. "You mean I called you a two-faced bitch, a stupid dog, and not even human, right?"

Zhuang Luo answered instinctively, "Right."

Only afterward did he realize that Xu Su had also called him inhuman, and his eyes immediately reddened further with anger.

That amused Xu Su. "I didn't name any names just now, but you thought I was insulting you. What does that tell us?"

Zhuang Luo fell silent for several seconds. Only when two tears spilled from his eyes did he speak in an aggrieved voice. "Are you trying to say I'm self-aware?"

"Not just that."

Xu Su smiled faintly. "It also indirectly proves that my insults weren't wrong."

He paused, deliberately putting on a slightly troubled expression. "So, since I wasn't wrong about you, why are you crying? Can't you accept who you really are?"

[I couldn't grow a mouth that powerful even in my next life.]

[Can I borrow that mouth for a couple of days? I'm going back to that shitty company to reclaim everything that belongs to me!]

[Can someone call Li Weizhou? Where the hell did that guy go?]