My Boyfriend Used My Photos to Start an Online Relationship CH2
Le Chapitre 2: Don't Be So Clingy
After finishing their meal, Chen Su suggested going to a nearby internet cafe to play games.
There were three people in their dorm, all of whom were student-athletes. However, their other roommate, Zhao Jingyan, had a cold personality and didn't often hang out with them. Usually, it was just him and Zhou Mingyu eating, bragging, and gaming together.
Zhou Mingyu didn't answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and asked Sang Ci, "Can I go?"
Sang Ci: "Go if you want to. You don't need to ask me."
Zhou Mingyu stretched his legs forward, bumping hers. A roguish smile played on his face. "I want to go, but can you come with me?"
Sang Ci kicked away his unruly leg and spat out a flat "No."
"..."
Chen Su's gaze darted between the two of them. Seeing Zhou Mingyu’s look of helpless frustration, he suddenly really wanted to laugh.
An 'NPC girlfriend' is really hard to handle, huh?
"Alright." Zhou Mingyu ruffled Sang Ci’s hair, conceding. "Then I'll walk you back to your dorm."
Using the excuse of going to the restroom, Zhou Mingyu went downstairs to settle the bill. When he returned, he was carrying two large shopping bags.
"What took so long?" Chen Su’s eyes fell on the bags. Recognizing the brand, he paused. "...You went to buy food?"
It was the logo of a famous dessert shop—very expensive stuff. A single small cake cost dozens of yuan.
"Yeah." Zhou Mingyu spoke to Sang Ci and Zhen Cheng: "I didn't know what flavors you liked, so I just bought a few varieties. Take them back to the dorm; I hope there's something you like."
Zhen Cheng was startled. "Ah? You bought these for us? That’s way too much trouble..."
"Yeah, real big spender." Chen Su chimed in, then turned and asked, "Is there a share for me?"
"Didn't I just treat you to a meal? You still have the face to eat dessert?" Zhou Mingyu glanced at Chen Su's plate. "The two girls combined didn't eat as much as you."
Chen Su said with a grin, "I've got the face for it. Sharing is caring, and I am your roommate after all."
"Roommate?" Zhou Mingyu laughed lazily. "It wouldn't matter if you were my son."
"Damn! Who the hell is your son? You think you're my dad?"
"Get lost." Zhou Mingyu pulled Sang Ci’s hand and headed out. "Don't shout so loud; you're noisy for my baby."
"...?"
Weren't you just as loud when you were screaming at people while gaming? What are you acting for??
Chen Su rolled his eyes and followed them out of the restaurant. He was about to head right, but Sang Ci suddenly stopped.
This was a famous commercial street near Jingda. Five hundred meters to the right was the school's West Gate. Sang Ci didn't go right. She turned to Chen Su and asked, "Where is the internet cafe?"
Chen Su was stunned. Once he realized what she was asking, he pointed in a certain direction.
Sang Ci nodded. "Okay. Could you send me the address? Thanks."
They had all added each other on WeChat during lunch.
"What's up?" Zhou Mingyu raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need the address?"
Sang Ci didn't say anything. She took the bags directly from Zhou Mingyu’s hands and asked back faintly, "Don't you want to go to the internet cafe?"
Zhou Mingyu: "...Hm?"
Before Zhou Mingyu could process it, Sang Ci spoke first. The girl's face remained expressionless, and her tone was cold and distant. Yet, what she said made Zhou Mingyu ecstatic.
Sang Ci: "I’m going back to the dorm to drop these off. I'll come find you at the cafe in a bit."
Zhen Cheng and Sang Ci each carried a bag of desserts back to the dorm.
In truth, Sang Ci had declined her help on the way, saying she could handle it alone. But as the Dorm Lead, how could Zhen Cheng not help her roommate?
Mainly, she really wanted to hang out with Sang Ci.
Although Sang Ci didn't talk much and seemed a bit detached, after a month of living together, Zhen Cheng knew she was actually very nice.
She was very clean; she cleaned every day, sweeping up hair from the balcony and the bathroom. She was easy to talk to; she helped Ji Jiayao bring in the laundry when she was staying out, picked up Xia Xiaohan from the library when it rained, and got up early to bring Zhen Cheng breakfast for many days.
And she was beautiful. Every time Zhen Cheng looked her in the eye, her own blinking frequency slowed down.
Damn, how can someone’s features be this refined?
Then again, their entire dorm was full of beauties.
Ji Jiayao went without saying; she loved researching outfits and was great at styling and photography.
Xia Xiaohan might have a bit of a temper, but she was a total sweetie-pie based on looks alone. Those two dimples when she smiled were enough to drown someone.
During the first few days of school, when Zhen Cheng reported to the dorm and saw three gorgeous girls sitting there, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
After checking the door number repeatedly to make sure it was right, Zhen Cheng even wondered if she had gone to the wrong school and ended up at the Film Academy next door.
Why can every single one of them debut as an idol right now? Are all the school beauties reporting to Room 619??
In the dorm, Xia Xiaohan and Ji Jiayao were both taking an afternoon nap. Sang Ci put down the bags, took her iPad, and quietly left.
Half an hour later, the other two woke up. Zhen Cheng called them down to eat cake.
"Sang Ci’s boyfriend bought these. Come try some."
Xia Xiaohan glanced at the packaging and suddenly asked, "Is her boyfriend handsome?"
"Ah..." Zhen Cheng blinked. She recalled Zhou Mingyu’s face and said, "He’s pretty handsome."
"Oh."
Xia Xiaohan pulled her head back behind her bed curtains and tossed out: "You guys eat. I’m dieting; I won't have any."
Ji Jiayao took a piece of strawberry cake and teased, "This brand isn't cheap. Sang Ci’s boyfriend is really generous."
"Yeah." Zhen Cheng nodded, mentioning that the restaurant Zhou Mingyu treated them to for lunch was also quite expensive.
Hearing the name of the restaurant, Ji Jiayao’s eyebrows twitched—that was a place where the average cost per person was four digits.
But seeing her roommates' nonchalant reactions, she forced herself to keep quiet.
After finishing the cake, Ji Jiayao held her phone and chatted with her best friend.
【Ji Jiayao: Ah... my roommates are all so rich.】
【Friend: All of them? Isn't there one who’s really poor? You said she was an art student.】
【Ji Jiayao: Her boyfriend is rich and spoils her like crazy. I’m jealous.】
【Friend: Fair enough. What about the other one? I forgot.】
【Friend: I only remember you saying there’s one named Xia whose family drives a Rolls-Royce, wears designer brands from head to toe, but has a sharp tongue and is hard to get along with.】
【Ji Jiayao: The other one is Zhen Cheng. Apparently, she was supposed to study abroad, but her family went bankrupt, so she came to Jingda instead.】
【Ji Jiayao: Even if they went bankrupt, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. They’re still wealthy people.】
【Friend: *Pats head* Don't be jealous. You’re so pretty, finding a rich boyfriend will be easy for you.】
...
In the Internet Cafe. Sang Ci sat down in the seat next to Zhou Mingyu, clutching her iPad.
The smell of smoke was heavy in the cafe, so Sang Ci had put on a mask in advance. Looking at Sang Ci’s beautiful eyes, Zhou Mingyu couldn't resist. He leaned over and kissed her once through the mask.
"Don't like the smell of smoke?" Zhou Mingyu asked. "How about I go get a private booth?"
Sang Ci changed to a fresh mask and took out alcohol wipes to clean the table in front of her. "No need."
"Zhou Mingyu!" Chen Su shouted. "Everything's ready, just waiting for you."
Zhou Mingyu clicked his mouse. "Baby, I’ll play a round first. You play for a bit, okay?"
Sang Ci: "Mhm."
Before long, the loud shouting of guys gaming echoed from beside her.
"Jump Military Base! Jump Military Base!"
"Holy shit, I think this guy's a hacker! Quick, come revive me!"
"Hit a tree again! Do you even have a f*cking license??"
"Dammit, ran into a full squad. We got ambushed."
...
Sang Ci lowered her head to draw. Her downcast eyelashes were very long, making her look like a quiet doll. She was completely out of place in this environment.
On the computer screen, three people were in an off-road vehicle, driving to outrun the "blue zone."
Abrupt gunfire rang out. The car's tires were blown out. Zhou Mingyu instinctively cursed and aimed his gun toward a nearby hill—And then he was headshotted.
"F*ck!!" Chen Su reached his limit, raising his voice to curse at their teammate: "Guan Yao, did you pay someone to take your driving test for you? The way you drive, I thought we were on a mountain road with eighteen hairpin turns!"
Within ten seconds, three "crates" appeared on the ground.
Boring.
Zhou Mingyu tossed his mouse aside in annoyance. His hand naturally reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but when he turned and saw his girlfriend’s clean, beautiful profile, his irritation vanished.
Zhou Mingyu: "Baby, you drawing?"
Sang Ci didn't stop her movements, giving a lukewarm "Mhm."
"It’s really beautiful." Zhou Mingyu leaned in to look. "As expected of my baby, so talented."
As he spoke, Zhou Mingyu’s gaze uncontrollably drifted upward, lingering on the upper half of her face above the mask.
Since his girlfriend ignored him, Zhou Mingyu took out his phone and snapped several photos from various angles.
Chen Su stood up. Passing by Sang Ci’s seat, he stopped and joined in on the "rainbow farts".
"You draw so well. Are all art students as talented as you?"
Sang Ci: "Thanks."
Seeing Sang Ci drawing so quietly, Chen Su couldn't help but ask, "Hey, were we being too loud just now? Did we disturb you?"
"Since when do you care?" Zhou Mingyu pushed him away. "Beat it."
Chen Su shrugged and left. Zhou Mingyu tossed another sentence after him: "Go to the door and pick up the milk tea."
Sensing the burning gaze from the person beside her, Sang Ci tilted her head in confusion. She didn't speak, but Zhou Mingyu could read two words in her eyes: Something wrong?
Actually, Zhou Mingyu had nothing to say. He just simply wanted to cling to Sang Ci, wanted her to look at him and pay attention to him.
"Baby, how much can you earn from a drawing like this?" Zhou Mingyu made small talk.
Sang Ci mentioned a random number.
"Oh." Zhou Mingyu reached out and curled a lock of his girlfriend's hair. "That’s actually quite a bit."
Seeing Sang Ci lower her head to work again, Zhou Mingyu felt a strange sense of dissatisfaction. He joked half-seriously: "Cici, how about you stop drawing? I’ll give you a monthly allowance, okay?"
"No."
A cold, clear voice.
"Why?" Zhou Mingyu asked. "Just take it. I'm here. Baby, why are you working so hard to earn money? Don't exhaust yourself."
"No need." Sang Ci’s hand holding the stylus paused. Her cold eyes swept over. "I’m not tired."
If it were anyone else, Zhou Mingyu might think they were playing hard to get.
But this was Sang Ci.
A sense of defeat rose in Zhou Mingyu’s heart—when Sang Ci said no, she really meant no.
"But... Cici." Zhou Mingyu’s voice softened, sounding like he was acting spoiled: "You’re busy drawing every day, you don't even have time to chat with me... What should I do?"
Sang Ci didn't even lift her head: "Don't we see each other every day?"
"That’s not enough." Zhou Mingyu leaned his head on Sang Ci’s shoulder, rubbing against it. He sighed, "I want to be with you all the time."
"......."
Sang Ci didn't say anything. After a while, she shifted her shoulder to nudge him away.
"Zhou Mingyu," Sang Ci said. "You're so clingy."
Zhou Mingyu said righteously: "I just am."
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Zhou Mingyu pulled it out to check. The chat window he had just deleted popped up again with two new messages. It was that poser in America.
What kind of bullsh*t is this guy saying now?
Zhou Mingyu casually clicked into the chat.
【.: [Image]】
【.: Going to sleep. Goodnight.】
The moment he saw the thumbnail, Zhou Mingyu’s eyes narrowed. He immediately enlarged the image.
In the photo, the room was impossibly large. A leather sofa sat in the corner, a cashmere carpet covered the floor, and an exaggerated, giant crystal chandelier hung overhead.
This is a f*cking hospital room?? You gotta be kidding me.
Any idiot could tell it must be a fake photo. Zhou Mingyu sneered, his eyes carefully scanning every corner, trying to find traces of Photoshopping, stolen images, or AI generation.
"..."
He couldn't find a single flaw.
After looking at it over and over, unwilling to give up, Zhou Mingyu finally accepted reality.
This wasn't an image from the internet. Through a reverse image search, he confirmed—the place in the photo was a high-end private medical center in the US.
No way, I actually reeled in a real Young Master...Alright, Mr. Poser, you’ve got some skills.
Zhou Mingyu lowered his eyes, expressionlessly typing a reply.
【Xiao Ci: Mm-hmm, then go to sleep.】
【Xiao Ci: [Image]】
【Xiao Ci: It’s still afternoon here. I’m currently playing games.】
Chapter Notes:
After finishing their meal, Chen Su suggested going to a nearby internet cafe to play games.
There were three people in their dorm, all of whom were student-athletes. However, their other roommate, Zhao Jingyan, had a cold personality and didn't often hang out with them. Usually, it was just him and Zhou Mingyu eating, bragging, and gaming together.
Zhou Mingyu didn't answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and asked Sang Ci, "Can I go?"
Sang Ci: "Go if you want to. You don't need to ask me."
Zhou Mingyu stretched his legs forward, bumping hers. A roguish smile played on his face. "I want to go, but can you come with me?"
Sang Ci kicked away his unruly leg and spat out a flat "No."
"..."
Chen Su's gaze darted between the two of them. Seeing Zhou Mingyu’s look of helpless frustration, he suddenly really wanted to laugh.
An 'NPC girlfriend' is really hard to handle, huh?
"Alright." Zhou Mingyu ruffled Sang Ci’s hair, conceding. "Then I'll walk you back to your dorm."
Using the excuse of going to the restroom, Zhou Mingyu went downstairs to settle the bill. When he returned, he was carrying two large shopping bags.
"What took so long?" Chen Su’s eyes fell on the bags. Recognizing the brand, he paused. "...You went to buy food?"
It was the logo of a famous dessert shop—very expensive stuff. A single small cake cost dozens of yuan.
"Yeah." Zhou Mingyu spoke to Sang Ci and Zhen Cheng: "I didn't know what flavors you liked, so I just bought a few varieties. Take them back to the dorm; I hope there's something you like."
Zhen Cheng was startled. "Ah? You bought these for us? That’s way too much trouble..."
"Yeah, real big spender." Chen Su chimed in, then turned and asked, "Is there a share for me?"
"Didn't I just treat you to a meal? You still have the face to eat dessert?" Zhou Mingyu glanced at Chen Su's plate. "The two girls combined didn't eat as much as you."
Chen Su said with a grin, "I've got the face for it. Sharing is caring, and I am your roommate after all."
"Roommate?" Zhou Mingyu laughed lazily. "It wouldn't matter if you were my son."
"Damn! Who the hell is your son? You think you're my dad?"
"Get lost." Zhou Mingyu pulled Sang Ci’s hand and headed out. "Don't shout so loud; you're noisy for my baby."
"...?"
Weren't you just as loud when you were screaming at people while gaming? What are you acting for??
Chen Su rolled his eyes and followed them out of the restaurant. He was about to head right, but Sang Ci suddenly stopped.
This was a famous commercial street near Jingda. Five hundred meters to the right was the school's West Gate. Sang Ci didn't go right. She turned to Chen Su and asked, "Where is the internet cafe?"
Chen Su was stunned. Once he realized what she was asking, he pointed in a certain direction.
Sang Ci nodded. "Okay. Could you send me the address? Thanks."
They had all added each other on WeChat during lunch.
"What's up?" Zhou Mingyu raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need the address?"
Sang Ci didn't say anything. She took the bags directly from Zhou Mingyu’s hands and asked back faintly, "Don't you want to go to the internet cafe?"
Zhou Mingyu: "...Hm?"
Before Zhou Mingyu could process it, Sang Ci spoke first. The girl's face remained expressionless, and her tone was cold and distant. Yet, what she said made Zhou Mingyu ecstatic.
Sang Ci: "I’m going back to the dorm to drop these off. I'll come find you at the cafe in a bit."
Zhen Cheng and Sang Ci each carried a bag of desserts back to the dorm.
In truth, Sang Ci had declined her help on the way, saying she could handle it alone. But as the Dorm Lead, how could Zhen Cheng not help her roommate?
Mainly, she really wanted to hang out with Sang Ci.
Although Sang Ci didn't talk much and seemed a bit detached, after a month of living together, Zhen Cheng knew she was actually very nice.
She was very clean; she cleaned every day, sweeping up hair from the balcony and the bathroom. She was easy to talk to; she helped Ji Jiayao bring in the laundry when she was staying out, picked up Xia Xiaohan from the library when it rained, and got up early to bring Zhen Cheng breakfast for many days.
And she was beautiful. Every time Zhen Cheng looked her in the eye, her own blinking frequency slowed down.
Damn, how can someone’s features be this refined?
Then again, their entire dorm was full of beauties.
Ji Jiayao went without saying; she loved researching outfits and was great at styling and photography.
Xia Xiaohan might have a bit of a temper, but she was a total sweetie-pie based on looks alone. Those two dimples when she smiled were enough to drown someone.
During the first few days of school, when Zhen Cheng reported to the dorm and saw three gorgeous girls sitting there, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
After checking the door number repeatedly to make sure it was right, Zhen Cheng even wondered if she had gone to the wrong school and ended up at the Film Academy next door.
Why can every single one of them debut as an idol right now? Are all the school beauties reporting to Room 619??
In the dorm, Xia Xiaohan and Ji Jiayao were both taking an afternoon nap. Sang Ci put down the bags, took her iPad, and quietly left.
Half an hour later, the other two woke up. Zhen Cheng called them down to eat cake.
"Sang Ci’s boyfriend bought these. Come try some."
Xia Xiaohan glanced at the packaging and suddenly asked, "Is her boyfriend handsome?"
"Ah..." Zhen Cheng blinked. She recalled Zhou Mingyu’s face and said, "He’s pretty handsome."
"Oh."
Xia Xiaohan pulled her head back behind her bed curtains and tossed out: "You guys eat. I’m dieting; I won't have any."
Ji Jiayao took a piece of strawberry cake and teased, "This brand isn't cheap. Sang Ci’s boyfriend is really generous."
"Yeah." Zhen Cheng nodded, mentioning that the restaurant Zhou Mingyu treated them to for lunch was also quite expensive.
Hearing the name of the restaurant, Ji Jiayao’s eyebrows twitched—that was a place where the average cost per person was four digits.
But seeing her roommates' nonchalant reactions, she forced herself to keep quiet.
After finishing the cake, Ji Jiayao held her phone and chatted with her best friend.
【Ji Jiayao: Ah... my roommates are all so rich.】
【Friend: All of them? Isn't there one who’s really poor? You said she was an art student.】
【Ji Jiayao: Her boyfriend is rich and spoils her like crazy. I’m jealous.】
【Friend: Fair enough. What about the other one? I forgot.】
【Friend: I only remember you saying there’s one named Xia whose family drives a Rolls-Royce, wears designer brands from head to toe, but has a sharp tongue and is hard to get along with.】
【Ji Jiayao: The other one is Zhen Cheng. Apparently, she was supposed to study abroad, but her family went bankrupt, so she came to Jingda instead.】
【Ji Jiayao: Even if they went bankrupt, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. They’re still wealthy people.】
【Friend: *Pats head* Don't be jealous. You’re so pretty, finding a rich boyfriend will be easy for you.】
...
In the Internet Cafe. Sang Ci sat down in the seat next to Zhou Mingyu, clutching her iPad.
The smell of smoke was heavy in the cafe, so Sang Ci had put on a mask in advance. Looking at Sang Ci’s beautiful eyes, Zhou Mingyu couldn't resist. He leaned over and kissed her once through the mask.
"Don't like the smell of smoke?" Zhou Mingyu asked. "How about I go get a private booth?"
Sang Ci changed to a fresh mask and took out alcohol wipes to clean the table in front of her. "No need."
"Zhou Mingyu!" Chen Su shouted. "Everything's ready, just waiting for you."
Zhou Mingyu clicked his mouse. "Baby, I’ll play a round first. You play for a bit, okay?"
Sang Ci: "Mhm."
Before long, the loud shouting of guys gaming echoed from beside her.
"Jump Military Base! Jump Military Base!"
"Holy shit, I think this guy's a hacker! Quick, come revive me!"
"Hit a tree again! Do you even have a f*cking license??"
"Dammit, ran into a full squad. We got ambushed."
...
Sang Ci lowered her head to draw. Her downcast eyelashes were very long, making her look like a quiet doll. She was completely out of place in this environment.
On the computer screen, three people were in an off-road vehicle, driving to outrun the "blue zone."
Abrupt gunfire rang out. The car's tires were blown out. Zhou Mingyu instinctively cursed and aimed his gun toward a nearby hill—And then he was headshotted.
"F*ck!!" Chen Su reached his limit, raising his voice to curse at their teammate: "Guan Yao, did you pay someone to take your driving test for you? The way you drive, I thought we were on a mountain road with eighteen hairpin turns!"
Within ten seconds, three "crates" appeared on the ground.
Boring.
Zhou Mingyu tossed his mouse aside in annoyance. His hand naturally reached into his pocket for a cigarette, but when he turned and saw his girlfriend’s clean, beautiful profile, his irritation vanished.
Zhou Mingyu: "Baby, you drawing?"
Sang Ci didn't stop her movements, giving a lukewarm "Mhm."
"It’s really beautiful." Zhou Mingyu leaned in to look. "As expected of my baby, so talented."
As he spoke, Zhou Mingyu’s gaze uncontrollably drifted upward, lingering on the upper half of her face above the mask.
Since his girlfriend ignored him, Zhou Mingyu took out his phone and snapped several photos from various angles.
Chen Su stood up. Passing by Sang Ci’s seat, he stopped and joined in on the "rainbow farts".
"You draw so well. Are all art students as talented as you?"
Sang Ci: "Thanks."
Seeing Sang Ci drawing so quietly, Chen Su couldn't help but ask, "Hey, were we being too loud just now? Did we disturb you?"
"Since when do you care?" Zhou Mingyu pushed him away. "Beat it."
Chen Su shrugged and left. Zhou Mingyu tossed another sentence after him: "Go to the door and pick up the milk tea."
Sensing the burning gaze from the person beside her, Sang Ci tilted her head in confusion. She didn't speak, but Zhou Mingyu could read two words in her eyes: Something wrong?
Actually, Zhou Mingyu had nothing to say. He just simply wanted to cling to Sang Ci, wanted her to look at him and pay attention to him.
"Baby, how much can you earn from a drawing like this?" Zhou Mingyu made small talk.
Sang Ci mentioned a random number.
"Oh." Zhou Mingyu reached out and curled a lock of his girlfriend's hair. "That’s actually quite a bit."
Seeing Sang Ci lower her head to work again, Zhou Mingyu felt a strange sense of dissatisfaction. He joked half-seriously: "Cici, how about you stop drawing? I’ll give you a monthly allowance, okay?"
"No."
A cold, clear voice.
"Why?" Zhou Mingyu asked. "Just take it. I'm here. Baby, why are you working so hard to earn money? Don't exhaust yourself."
"No need." Sang Ci’s hand holding the stylus paused. Her cold eyes swept over. "I’m not tired."
If it were anyone else, Zhou Mingyu might think they were playing hard to get.
But this was Sang Ci.
A sense of defeat rose in Zhou Mingyu’s heart—when Sang Ci said no, she really meant no.
"But... Cici." Zhou Mingyu’s voice softened, sounding like he was acting spoiled: "You’re busy drawing every day, you don't even have time to chat with me... What should I do?"
Sang Ci didn't even lift her head: "Don't we see each other every day?"
"That’s not enough." Zhou Mingyu leaned his head on Sang Ci’s shoulder, rubbing against it. He sighed, "I want to be with you all the time."
"......."
Sang Ci didn't say anything. After a while, she shifted her shoulder to nudge him away.
"Zhou Mingyu," Sang Ci said. "You're so clingy."
Zhou Mingyu said righteously: "I just am."
The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Zhou Mingyu pulled it out to check. The chat window he had just deleted popped up again with two new messages. It was that poser in America.
What kind of bullsh*t is this guy saying now?
Zhou Mingyu casually clicked into the chat.
【.: [Image]】
【.: Going to sleep. Goodnight.】
The moment he saw the thumbnail, Zhou Mingyu’s eyes narrowed. He immediately enlarged the image.
In the photo, the room was impossibly large. A leather sofa sat in the corner, a cashmere carpet covered the floor, and an exaggerated, giant crystal chandelier hung overhead.
This is a f*cking hospital room?? You gotta be kidding me.
Any idiot could tell it must be a fake photo. Zhou Mingyu sneered, his eyes carefully scanning every corner, trying to find traces of Photoshopping, stolen images, or AI generation.
"..."
He couldn't find a single flaw.
After looking at it over and over, unwilling to give up, Zhou Mingyu finally accepted reality.
This wasn't an image from the internet. Through a reverse image search, he confirmed—the place in the photo was a high-end private medical center in the US.
No way, I actually reeled in a real Young Master...Alright, Mr. Poser, you’ve got some skills.
Zhou Mingyu lowered his eyes, expressionlessly typing a reply.
【Xiao Ci: Mm-hmm, then go to sleep.】
【Xiao Ci: [Image]】
【Xiao Ci: It’s still afternoon here. I’m currently playing games.】
Chapter Notes:
- NPC Girlfriend (人机女朋友): Renji literally means "man-machine" (AI/Bot). He's calling her an NPC because she is so unresponsive and cold, like a programmed character.
- Muffled Gourd (闷葫芦): A common Chinese idiom for someone who is very quiet or doesn't say what's on their mind.
- Rainbow Farts (彩虹屁): A common C-novel term for excessive or exaggerated flattery/praise.
- A starved camel is still bigger than a horse (瘦死的骆驼比马大): A proverb meaning that even when a wealthy or powerful person falls on hard times, they are still better off than average people.
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