Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was because Fu Sichen became an actor that he didn’t end up being a professional gamer.

For years he focused so much on his career that he had neglected gaming, but his skills were more than adequate for challenging the average gamer.

Before Pei Zhen could stop him, Fu Sichen had taken over the hand-held controller.

Fu Sichen had long slender fingers with prominent joints. His finger movements were fast when operating the game control, and they cast a surprisingly beautiful silhouette.

Pei Zhen looked on in awe.

In his memory, Genius Fu from the class next door had always taken good care of him. Whenever he ran into problems, whether it was school work or health—compared to his own parents who were always engrossed in their work—Genius Fu would spend a lot more time with him.

Pei Zhen never blamed the Condor Heroes, because he understood the demands of archaeology. It was just that, whenever he was home during the holidays, the house would feel cold and empty at night.

It was lonesome.

No matter how much attention he stirred up in school, the moment he got home he was just an abandoned kid.

When he looked back, he saw his high school days as cold and cruel. They were only made better by Genius Fu’s occasional provocation.

“You don’t know how to answer such an easy question?”

“Has your experiment gone wrong again?”

“You’re like a delicate lady, actually falling sick.”

Genius Fu’s attractiveness was intimidating. When he spoke with hardly any expression on his handsome face, it had the potential of hurting people quite severely. Because of that, Pei Zhen subconsciously competed with Fu Sichen and treated him like a sworn enemy.

Ill fate.

But, as Pei Zhen the cat recalled the past, there were none of the ill feelings of that time. In fact, he found it quite funny.

It was such a childish game.

“Victory!”

A female robotic voice coming from the gaming system proclaimed, interrupting Pei Zhen’s train of thought. He looked up to see that all his virtual enemies were dead.

Not only were the enemies dead, but Fu Sichen manipulated the game figure he was controlling to arrange the dead bodies in the shape of the letters ‘PZ’.

Pei Zhen was at a loss for words.

The meaning of the letters aside, he felt that the act was thoroughly insulting!

“Okay, done.” Tossing the hand-held controller aside, Fu Sichen reached out to draw Pei Zhen into his embrace. “Are you feeling better now?”

Excuse me, even if I feel bad, it’s only towards you, thought Pei Zhen.

Fu Sichen placed Pei Zhen on the table, where he and the cat could look at each other at eye level. They were in close proximity—the sort of proximity that left one feeling anxious and ambiguous.

Heart beating wildly and face flushed.

Pei Zhen started to find it difficult to breathe.

‘Ding dong…’

The sudden chiming of the doorbell rescued the helpless and confused Pei Zhen. Fu Sichen glanced at the doorbell and made a noise indicating his annoyance, seeming quite impatient.

The person at the door was persistent and hit the doorbell again when no one opened the door after the first ring.

That b***** of a Wang Youquan, he’s just a never-ending problem.

Cursing and swearing, Fu Sichen got up to open the door with impatience written all over his face. “Wang Youquan, if I screw up on my acting on the set tomorrow, it will be your fault… You?”

When the door opened, it wasn’t Wang Youquan but the tender young actor.

Standing before Fu Sichen, he looked terribly awkward and blushed.

Pei Zhen, being curious, turned to look at what was going on. It was the actor who played the young emperor role.

Coming to Fu Sichen like that in the middle of the night, what would a single man want with another single man? Was he looking for a rendezvous?

“Best Actor Fu, are you free at the moment?”

“Are you looking to borrow some money? There’s none here.”