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nEditor: SimoB

nQin Yunsheng carefully patted the little Marquis on the back.

nHe asked, “Is this enough?”

nShi Qing pouted like a childish pixie. “No, I want more!”

nThe officer rested his hand on his little lover’s lower back. Shi Qing’s bones were slender, which made him appear deceptively thin. In truth, his body felt very soft, pleasing to touch and even a bit spoiled.

nQin Yunsheng continued to gently pat his back like he was soothing a child. His voice was warm and soft, “How about this?”

nThe little Marquis was still not satisfied. “If you can’t even pat me on the back properly, how are we going to exercise in the future?”

nThe officer was taken aback. “I thought you didn’t like exercising?”

nShi Qing liked to watch Qin Yunsheng exercise, but he was reluctant to do so himself. He said it was because he didn’t like being sweaty all over.

nQin Yunsheng, who had fallen in love for the first time ever, seriously dedicated himself to this problem. If that’s what you’re worried about then don’t worry. We can choose a low-impact sport like running.”

nShi Qing guessed he would say that.

nHe propped his upper body on the man’s arms to take back his tablet. Clicking on the drawing tool, he drew two stick figures.

nThe stick figures were exercising.

nOn the bed.

nTogether.

nThen Shi Qing handed the tablet back to the officer with a smirk. He gleefully took in how Qin Yunsheng’s face stiffened for a moment and how his ears turned red.

nAfter understanding what the young Marquis meant, Qin Yunsheng could only fidget in place.

n“Isn’t it…a little too soon to consider that?”

n“Nope. I think it’s about time we do.” Shi Qing leapt to his feet, “If you want, we can do it now.”

nQin Yunsheng’s face reddened.

nOf course he wanted to.

nBut what if he hurt the little Marquis in the process?

nHe didn’t even dare to give him a hug right now for fear of accidentally hurting the delicate, soft and sensitive Shi Qing.

nThe officer really didn’t trust his ability to control his strength.

nShi Qing: “You’re afraid of hurting me, aren’t you?”

nQin Yunsheng nodded somewhat dejectedly, “I know how to train to build up my strength, but I don’t know how to lessen it.”

nThe little Marquis’ voice was sweet. “In that case, I guess we won’t be able to exercise together for a while.”

nThe officer regretfully nodded again.

nShi Qing felt that his hesitant boyfriend just needed a push in the right direction.

nThe spoiled little Marquis said, “Don’t worry! If you really think you might hurt me, then why don’t I tie you up?”

nThe usually calm officer’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He stammered, “T-tie me up??”

nThe little Marquis was clearly eager to try. His pretty eyes seemed to contain a glittering sea of stars.

n“Yes, I’ll tie you up!”

n“I’ve even figured out the knots to use.”

nHe took the tablet again and searched for an image before handing it to Qin Yunsheng.

nQin Yunsheng looked at the picture of the crab completely buried under a layer of knots. “…”

nHe pictured himself being tied up like this.

nThat wasn’t even the most unacceptable part. Shi Qing wanted to exercise with him while he was tied up like this?!

nQin Yunsheng: “……”

nQin Yunsheng: “I’ll start training myself today.”

nThe little Marquis gave him a look. “Can you do it?”

nThe officer nodded gravely, “Yes.”

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nThe young Marquis smacked his lips, “You sure?”

nThe officer immediately replied, “Definitely.”

n“Okay.” Shi Qing reluctantly accepted his answer. His tender finger poked the man’s sturdy muscles a few times.

n“Then you have until the artificial nerves are ready to go on the market to train.”

n“I believe you.”

nQin Yunsheng believed in himself too.

nHe could do anything for the sake of love. Mastering how to control his strength in such a short period of time was no exception.

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nQin Yunsheng wasn’t given much time because there were almost no bugs to work out based on feedback from the volunteers.

nA collection of various interviews with volunteers quickly started trending after its upload.

nThe first person to appear was a jolly old man.

n“I used to be a police officer until a suspect cut my right arm off twenty years ago. Although the government gave me a stipend to cover my living expenses and my pain is manageable now, when I see other people doing mundane things like playing basketball, I still feel like I’m not the person I once was. My daughter signed me up for this project because I’m bad with technology. At first, I thought it was some sort of scam, until she showed me the news. But I still had some doubts.”

n“I know there’s mechanical arms out there that can be controlled like a robot, but a prosthesis just as good as the real deal seemed too far fetched. How can something not made of muscle and bone be controlled by the brain?”

n“It wasn’t until after they put the fake arm on me that I believed. They told me to try moving the arm with my mind, and it actually moved! I was stunned stiff and my daughter cried out in shock.”

nAt this point, the gray-haired old man moved his prosthetic for the camera. There was a contented smile on his wrinkled face. “I’ve been using it to do everything since the day I put it on. When I woke up the next day I thought I had dreamed the whole thing up! I never thought I would have two arms to work with again!”

n“Thank you Elder Ge. Now let’s hear from another patient! She also had an arm installed, but she’s only eight years old this year.”

nThe camera transitioned to a living room. A young mother spoke with tears in her eyes, “Our QiaoQiao lost her arm in a car accident two years ago. Since then, she’s been very lonely because the other children stopped playing with her. Thank goodness for this prosthesis! It resembled the real thing very closely. She’s already eight but we haven’t sent her to elementary school yet because we were afraid she might be bullied… It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off our chests.”

n“A big congratulations to QiaoQiao! Our next guest is a grandfather who lost his leg 30 years ago…”

nThis video made the discussion around artificial nerves explode.

nIt really looks like a real arm! What sorcery is this?!

nI heard the professor who invented it is a young man not even in his thirties yet.

nRight, right, right! I remember that interview with him. Sigh, there’s geniuses and then there’s me. Those who can become professors before their thirties really are exceptional.

nThis discovery is definitely getting that professor into a textbook!

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nTextbook 2

nShi Qing would be overjoyed by these comments.

nBut Shi Yiyi had a very different reaction.

nShi Qing becoming a household name was nothing but bad for her.

nShe was already pretty upset, but the little Marquis made sure to rub salt in the wound everyday.

nAs for that Qin Yunsheng… Well he was clearly going blind. How else could he pretend to be so lovey-dovey while taking care of a giant baby everyday?

nThat blindness might be contagious considering the people around them felt they were a loving couple too.

nWhen she saw Shi Qing leaning on the officer’s chest looking at his phone and saying things like “Aiya I only have 10,000 new followers so far today, isn’t that too slow”, Shi Yiyi grit her teeth furiously.

nShe couldn’t resist hiring someone to write an article.

nThe gist of it was that Shi Qing was a good-for-nothing noble who bought his professor position with money. There was also an implication that a person like him couldn’t have done this research, so who was the real inventor?

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nUnfortunately, all her attempts at sabotage failed.

nThe comment section of the article was a bloodbath almost immediately after it was published.

nWhat’s wrong with being a noble? Can’t nobles be hardworking or geniuses??

nDo you take us all for idiots? How can anyone steal research in this day and age? We’re past the point in time where the nobles can just do whatever they want! The fact that he got into a place like the Institute proves Professor Shi has the ability.

nI think there’s something wrong with the OP’s head. Like if you agree.

nI remember Professor Shi also developed a computer chip for the military, right? Why’s OP not claiming that was stolen too??

nThat’s right! Besides, the media reported a number of prominent scientists at the Institute all praised Shi Qing for completing this research on his own a while ago. Has OP been living under a rock?

nLet’s go guys. Nothing to see here but jealousy for Professor Shi’s genius. Clearly OP wishes they could be as successful as him at such a young age.

nPeople were easily led astray. With most of the comment section roasting the brain damaged OP, the less informed people that came later would naturally conclude that the OP was brain damaged.

nShi Yiyi, who was diagnosed with brain damage by the public: “……”

nAre these people all blind?!!

nHow can you have no doubt at all? Did Shi Qing brainwash them over the internet or something?!?

nAnd just when she was fuming over this, Shi Qing entered the office.

nThe little Marquis proudly called out to the officer: “A lot of people are praising and following me for working hard despite my outstanding looks and family status. Now my follower count is going up by 10,000 in an hour!”

nShi Yiyi: …Mother**er!

nHow did her botched sabotage end up helping Shi Qing instead!!

nJust when she wanted to bang her head repeatedly against the wall, her phone rang.

nIt was Shi Qing’s father.

nAt almost the same time, she received a text message.

nSorry. Some uniformed cops came to my house today and asked me who hired me to write that article so I sold you out.

nShi Yiyi: “……”

nHer face drained of all colour.

nOn the other hand, Qin Yunsheng watched the little Marquis sit down indulgently before going out to take a phone call.

n“How did things go?”

nThe person on the phone was an old comrade of his who went to work at a professional internet water army company after retirement.

nHe laughed, “Don’t worry Qin-ge. As long as we strike while the iron is hot, Professor Shi’s reputation will never be damaged. Rest assured, if this happens again in the future, we can still settle it in half an hour.”

n“As expected of professionals. I owe you one.”

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