Just an A-rank

Fu Yunxi's face was dark, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them.

Something was seriously off about these two. It didn't look like an act at all.

At first, he'd only thought Xie Lin was deliberately trying to upset him, flirting with Lu Ye to get his attention.

But now, that didn't seem to be the case at all.

Xie Lin had liked him for years. How could he fall for someone else so quickly?

What on earth was going on? Was it because those two had a higher Pheromone compatibility?

Fu Yunxi had secretly checked his compatibility with Xie Lin before. It was only 32%.

That was also the reason he'd used to convince himself he didn't like Xie Lin all those years.

While Fu Yunxi's mind was wandering, the director spun the wheel again, and the pointer landed on He Jianing.

"Truth."

The director turned over a card and smiled faintly.

"Please rank the guests here by how much you like them, from lowest to highest, and explain why."

Fuck, why did he always get these weird questions? Was this thing actually rigged?

Once he ranked them, no matter who came last, a whole crowd online would definitely trash him.

If he said he liked everyone, he'd get dragged all the same.

Who liked someone who flirted with everyone, male or female?

This was simply a thankless question.

He Jianing's smile froze on his face, his nails digging into his palms.

The pain didn't clear his head. It only made him angrier.

Xie Lin's lips curved upward.

"Is it that hard? Or are you afraid of offending someone?"

He Jianing could no longer keep his expression in place and could only pull a miserable face.

"I... I'll take the penalty!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'll just cluck like a chicken."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth but couldn't manage a smile.

The director nodded helplessly.

After He Jianing finished his chicken impression, he returned to his seat with a gloomy air about him.

He had no idea how much hate would be flooding the internet. He didn't even have the courage to check his phone now.

Next, the wheel landed on Fu Yunxi.

Not wanting a question like He Jianing's, where every answer meant disaster, he played it safe and chose dare.

The director's smile was positively menacing.

"Choose one guest here and carry them bridal-style for ten laps around the living room."

[That's ridiculously easy for an A-Rank Alpha, isn't it?]

[Is the production team giving Film Emperor Fu a free pass? That's unfair!]

[Film Emperor Fu? Hard to say. He couldn't even beat an Omega. He can't perform!]

[Exactly, he can't perform!]

[Seconded. He can't perform!]

In the blink of an eye, the live comments filled with [He can't perform].

Fu Yunxi's fans were furious. They collectively turned off the comments and stared fixedly at him on-screen, hoping he'd pull himself together this time.

As long as he finished ten laps carrying a guest, they'd immediately turn around and strike back at those judgmental assholes.

Fu Yunxi looked around and found that Yu Zhiwei was the lightest and smallest.

But he couldn't choose her. Xie Lin would definitely mock him for really being unable to perform!

His gaze landed on Xie Lin again.

Goosebumps immediately rose all over Xie Lin, and he gritted his teeth.

"Go ahead and pick me if you're not afraid I'll puke all over you!"

"..."

Fu Yunxi glared at him angrily for a while before turning his gaze to He Jianing.

He Jianing was smiling at him, his expression as gentle as ever.

"Yunxi, are you going to pick me?"

Fu Yunxi took a deep breath and nodded.

"All right, then!"

He Jianing stood up, and Fu Yunxi walked over and picked him up.

This was easy!

Fu Yunxi held his head high, bent forward slightly, and began running around the living room.

One lap, two laps...

The person in his arms grew heavier and heavier.

Two and a half laps...

Fu Yunxi's legs buckled. He lost his balance and pitched forward.

He Jianing landed butt-first from his arms, sucking in a sharp breath at the impact.

Xie Lin raised an eyebrow, wondering if these two had fallen out.

When had that happened?

In theory, with a bridal carry, as long as the person being carried put some effort into their arms, they could take some of their own weight, and Fu Yunxi could easily finish ten laps.

But from the looks of it, He Jianing clearly didn't want to play along anymore.

Seeing him deep in thought, Lu Ye drawled lazily.

"Film Emperor Fu, you went down before even finishing three laps?"

Fu Yunxi stood up on trembling legs, his face flushed scarlet.

"Jianing, are you all right? Get up. Let's try again!"

[Fuck, is Fu Yunxi sick in the head? He dropped Ningbao once and wants to do it again?]

[No wonder everyone says he can't perform. He really can't. Even a B-rank has better stamina.]

[What's Lu Ye making snide remarks for? If you're so good, you do it!]

He Jianing braced his hands against the floor and tried twice to stand without success. He shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Yunxi, I think I twisted my ankle. Why don't you try carrying someone else?"

Fu Yunxi's face instantly turned black as thunder.

He could barely run carrying an Omega. Wouldn't carrying an Alpha be asking for death?

He looked at Lu Ye's infuriating smile and couldn't help acting on impulse.

"Don't laugh at me, President Lu. Why don't you come up and try?"

Lu Ye smiled faintly.

"You said it. Loser kowtows to the director?"

The director: "???"

What does this have to do with me? Oh, you don't want to shorten your lifespan by having someone your own age kowtow to you, but it's fine for me?

Fu Yunxi turned to look at the director.

Hmm... that didn't seem like too bad a deal.

The director: "..."

"Fine. It's settled. You can't carry Yu Zhiwei."

"What the hell are you talking about? If I'm carrying anyone, it'll only be my own wife, okay?"

Lu Ye rolled his eyes, then turned to Xie Lin with a grin.

"Play along and deal him a critical hit?"

Xie Lin stared at Lu Ye.

"Can you manage?"

Lu Ye's smile vanished in an instant, and he nearly ground his back teeth to pieces.

"You'll find out very soon whether I can manage!"

[Hahahaha, I'm dying! Lu Gougou is desperate to prove himself!]

Xie Lin hadn't meant anything else by the question. He simply wanted to see Fu Yunxi embarrass himself, and he didn't want to take a fall like He Jianing.

"Fine, come on. Just so we're clear, I'll beat you to death if you drop me."

With that, he obediently spread his arms, his eyes sparkling.

Lu Ye's grin instantly stretched from ear to ear!

He scooped him up and bounced him twice in his arms, then frowned.

"Wife, you need to eat more. You're too thin."

Xie Lin rolled his eyes.

"My BMI is perfectly normal, okay? How am I thin?"

Seeing the two of them being so intimate made Fu Yunxi extremely uncomfortable.

"When are you planning to start, President Lu? Would you like to chat for another two hours?"

Lu Ye's smile faded.

"You really don't know what's good for you. How about this? Since I'm an S-rank, and you're..."

He paused briefly and cast a sidelong glance at Fu Yunxi.

"Just an A-rank, I'll run twenty laps. Otherwise, people online will say I'm bullying you."

[Massive damage, even worse humiliation. 'Just' an A-rank... Boohoo, this B-rank has cried himself unconscious in the bathroom.]

[Well done, Lu Gougou! Now Fu Yunxi's brain-dead fans won't come out talking shit.]

[Heh, jinxing it before he's even started running. If an S-rank collapses after two laps, he'll be a laughingstock.]

[Forget two laps. Even if he collapses after ten, Lu Ye won't be able to hold his head up.]

While the comments were still arguing, Lu Ye had already breezed through five laps.

Xie Lin frowned.

"Can you run properly?"

Lu Ye looked bewildered, staring at the tuft of hair bouncing on top of Xie Lin's head, itching to reach out and touch it.

"What counts as running properly?"

Xie Lin tugged his ear and roared.

"Stop bouncing me around! I'm fucking about to puke!"

With his little scheme exposed, Lu Ye cleared his throat, bent forward slightly, and shot off like lightning...