"Perfect!"
"Congratulations!"
The simulator played the notification sounds reserved for high scores.
Applause immediately broke out all around. "Beautiful!"
"Great shot!"
"Well done, Assistant Chen!"
"You're so cool, Assistant Chen!"
The golf club employees heaped praise on him.
They had absolutely no doubts about Chen Bei's abilities.
After all, at the year-end team-building event, every one of them had lost to him, and he had taken home the biggest prize of the year...
Even now, no one had managed to beat the simulator's highest record.
Luo Chen's face darkened. His mouth hung open for a long while before he finally spoke. "Assistant Chen, just play golf. Why are you insulting me?!"
"Insulting you?" Holding the club in one hand, Chen Bei belatedly covered his mouth with the other and asked in feigned surprise, "Did I?"
Luo Chen narrowed his eyes, his gaze dangerous. "..."
Was he implying I wasn't human?
That I was just a creature called a boss?
That damned Assistant Chen.
To think such sinister scheming lurked beneath his usually meek and obedient exterior.
"President Chen, aren't you going to start?" Chen Bei lifted his chin slightly, a glimmer of mischief flashing in his bright eyes behind his black frames.
"In a hurry to lose?" Luo Chen scoffed. "Then I'll grant your wish!"
With that, he turned back around with the club in hand, positioned himself according to the simulator's voice instructions, and made a beautiful shot...
"Good!"
The synthesized female voice sounded, and Luo Chen's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
Only good? Had he made a mistake?
His stroke count should have been low, enough for an above-average score at least. How could this...
But that was fine. Chen Bei still had dead weight on his team. Even if he scored high, it could still be dragged down.
Thinking this to himself, he turned his gaze to Meng Han and raised an eyebrow. "Your turn."
That provocative gaze instinctively made the omega's knees go weak. He shrank straight behind Chen Bei and said timidly, "Assistant Chen, how about I just admit defeat?"
Chen Bei looked back. "Bro, how long are you planning to keep being a coward?"
"Are you going to be spineless your whole life?"
"Let yourself get hauled around like a little chick every day?"
"If you don't grow a backbone, are you just going to wait to get screwed?"
[Haha, why did that fill my head with dirty thoughts? Get screwed? How? By force?]
[Waaah, Assistant Chen is so right. Why should we omegas let people push us around? Han, grow a backbone!]
[Exactly! Don't wait to get screwed! Go screw an alpha yourself!]
[??? Aren't we getting off track?! Our biology doesn't allow that!]
Meng Han's cheeks flushed slightly, his expression ashamed. "I..."
I'm really so useless...
Before he could finish, Chen Bei suddenly turned and leaned close to his ear, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear. "Don't worry. Go beat that bastard."
"Huh?" Meng Han froze.
Chen Bei straightened and patted the omega's thin shoulder with one hand. "You can do it."
"O-okay."
Meng Han nodded nervously, took the club Chen Bei handed him, drew a deep breath, and walked to the simulator's hitting area.
With his full attention, he settled into position, lowered his head to aim at the golf ball, and swung the club back and forth, trying to find the best striking position.
The spectators' attention was drawn over as well. No one noticed the president's assistant walking over to the simulator controls as though none of this concerned him... except Luo Ming, who stood in the corner.
Huh?
Was he pulling something?
Assistant Chen really had the nerve?
Wasn't he afraid his older brother would find out and completely lose his temper?
The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward, his gaze unconsciously turning tender and affectionate.
True, what could he do even if he found out? With me here, couldn't I protect one little assistant?
"Very good!"
Meng Han's face lit up with delight, and he jumped excitedly toward Chen Bei. "Assistant Chen, I did pretty well?!"
"Very well," Chen Bei said with a smile. "You're a natural."
Qin Yufan refused to accept it. "His stance wasn't even right. How could he possibly score that high?! Does this simulator even work?!"
Chen Bei shot him a sidelong glance. "A major imported brand, professionally certified for international tournaments, and a long-term partner of the Luo Family. You want to question it?"
"There's nothing wrong with the simulator," Luo Chen said in a low voice. "I personally oversaw Assistant Chen's purchase of it overseas."
He gave Meng Han a long look, then turned and handed the club to Qin Yufan. "Your turn."
"All right."
After all that, questioning the machine again would only make him look incompetent, as though he were deliberately finding fault.
Qin Yufan composed himself and walked to the hitting area, his movements confident and professional. As he raised his arms, he gave a short cry. "Ha-"
"Ordinary."
The synthesized voice sounded, and Qin Yufan stamped his foot in disbelief. "This machine is broken!"
"I played so well, and it only rated me ordinary?!"
"Who are you trying to fool?!"
Chen Bei smiled. "There shouldn't be anything wrong with the simulator's scoring rules. You took a lot of strokes in the first place, so a low score is perfectly normal."
Qin Yufan choked at that. "..."
What the hell?
The hole had clearly been right there.
Yet he just couldn't get the ball in.
Could someone have been cheating?
As he wondered suspiciously, he looked up and caught the faint, ambiguous smile on Chen Bei's lips, which immediately agitated him even more. "I demand an inspection of the simulator."
"I sus-"
Before he could finish, a sharp rebuke came from beside him. "Are you done yet?"
"Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?!"
Luo Chen's face was thunderous. After delivering those words, he lifted his foot to leave.
But Chen Bei appeared in front of him, waving his phone screen. "Boss? The transfer?"
"You. Will. Get. Your. Money!"
Luo Chen ground his back teeth, enunciating every word.
Then, his face black with displeasure, he pulled out his phone and swiftly made the transfer.
Hearing the payment notification, Chen Bei stepped aside. "Thank you, boss."
Luo Chen continued striding forward. As he passed Meng Han, he paused briefly and curled his lips with lofty disdain. "You think you can win my affection with such petty tricks?"
"Keep practicing."
Meng Han said, "..."
[God, Lord, Jesus, Holy Mother Mary, can someone please make this domineering CEO less greasy?!]
[Han really can put up with anything. If that were me, I'd probably lose it on the spot!]
[Nobody stop me. Let me charge through the screen and slap him!]
With the match over, the spectators dispersed.
Meng Han walked over to Chen Bei and asked cautiously, "Assistant Chen, was my score inflated?"
"No." Chen Bei shook his head. "The machine scored it. How could it be faked?"
"Then why was my score so high?" Meng Han scratched his head in confusion.
Chen Bei said, "Because you were on beginner mode. Isn't a high score normal?"
[Hahaha, fuck! It was actually beginner mode?]
[No wonder Assistant Chen got perfect! So he was a max-level pro storming back into the beginner village?!]
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