Chapter 48: Innocent Landlord and Black Tenant 16 “That… system?…

...paint until Shao Ye is satisfied?

[778! Help! Help! Save the bird! !] Ye Ling screamed in her head.

When he made a request that was almost a "money-for-sex transaction", shouldn't Shao Ye feel humiliated, discover the filth hidden under his elegant appearance, and then resolutely reject him?

The current situation is completely out of the script! How could Shao Ye... How could he really take it off!?

But the only answer he got was a despairing silence.

778 was forced offline because the restricted image in front of him seriously violated the "Privacy Protection Ordinance" and triggered the core program.

For today's ultimate mission, the options 778 had given him flashed chaotically through his mind again, especially option D, which he had interrupted in a hurry before he'd even finished listening to it, and which was marked with a glaring mosaic and a red warning.

(……) (A dazzling mosaic) (A red reminder: "This option will trigger the privacy protection mode of the service system. Please choose carefully")

“…”

Ye Ling felt as if his scalp and the back of his neck had shrunk and were extremely tense.

778 is offline.

Now... he is the only bird left.

He had to deal with this sudden and unexpected ultimate task alone, which was far beyond his ability to bear.

[It's okay, it's okay...] Ye Ling took a deep breath and murmured, [What did 778 tell me before... This 'nude model invitation' is bound to fail! When this painting is exhibited at the exhibition, the protagonist, Chen Yuqiu, will publicly slap me in the face...]

Over the past 18 years, 778 has been painstakingly teaching and nurturing him, turning him from a little parrot that died early into a qualified employee of the Quick Travel Bureau.

Similar "accidental loss of control" scenarios had been simulated in the virtual classroom. 778 always emphasized: "Host, remember! No matter how outrageous the process, as long as the result leads to that 'disgraceful' end, our mission will be considered a success!"

[Right! Right! As long as the result is right!] His chaotic thoughts grasped a goal. [I just need to... paint in a vulgar and unsightly way! Once I'm criticized by Shen Yuqiu at the exhibition, and my perverted behavior is exposed and ruined, I can officially leave my job!]

Thinking of this, he finally raised his eyelids and quickly glanced at the "Statue of David" bathed in the sun.

With just one glance, the shocking scene made his eyes go dark and his face turn red in an instant.

"Should I stand or sit?" Shao Ye asked naturally. He even moved his shoulders and neck slightly, as if the naked person was not him at all.

"Sit down! Of course I have to sit down!" Ye Ling jumped up suddenly as if she was pricked by a needle.

He rushed to the easel and frantically grabbed the brush and palette. He wished Shao Ye had as little skin exposed as possible, and that he could curl up on the sofa.

Shao Ye followed his instructions and walked to the single sofa by the window and sat down, one leg bent casually and the other stretched out in front of him.

But this sitting posture... not only did not cover anything, but instead revealed all the lines of his body - chest and abdomen, strong thighs, smooth calves, and...

Ye Ling's hand holding the paintbrush was shaking badly.

He tried to recall the vulgar painting techniques taught by 778, the exaggerated organs, the gaudy colors... But his mind was blank at this moment, and he just instinctively painted chaotic lines and blocks of color on the canvas.

"Teacher Ye, you seem troubled?" Shao Ye, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly pointed out Ye Ling's dilemma, "Why... don't you have any inspiration?"

"I..." Ye Ling opened her mouth and found that her throat was very dry.

Shao Ye was exceptionally considerate.

"Is my posture bad?"

"No..." Ye Ling replied dryly.

I can't just say, "Your place is too eye-catching, right?" What if Shao Ye doesn't even realize it? Wouldn't that make me seem overly fussy and unprofessional?

Besides, models are willing to sacrifice themselves for art, so why would an artist like him be so stubborn?!

Ye Ling was overwhelmed with confusion, and his two heads were fighting each other. He felt as if he had turned into a two-headed bird in ancient mythology.

"What's the matter, Teacher Ye?" Shao Ye asked with concern.

"I..." Ye Ling's nervousness was compounded by a sense of guilt. He gripped the edge of the easel tightly. "I'm fine. I'm just... not feeling well."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You are an excellent artist recognized by the industry." Shao Ye's considerate attitude was completely different from the cold and indifferent waiter in the club. "Since you can't draw me well, the problem must be me. Let me think about it..."

"No..." Ye Ling was about to refute.

He raised his head, but was caught off guard by a pair of dangerous eyes. Those eyes were cold and stern, completely different from those gentle words.

Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat, and the bird's natural radar for sensing danger from birds of prey immediately went off.

"Do you need me..." Shao Ye's eyes were fixed, as if he was standing in front of a bird stripped of its feathers. His low voice was filled with a hint of amusement as he slowly uttered the last three words, "Want to get in?"

Ye Ling: “!!!”

The paintbrush fell to the ground with a "plop".

Shao Ye seemed to have just said something very ordinary, then stood up from the sofa.

That slender and tense body, with a strong sense of aggression, approached Ye Ling, who was frozen in place, step by step.

Ye Ling stepped back unconsciously.

Until my back hit the bookcase with a "bang", and there was no way to retreat!

Shao Ye's arm was directly resting on the bookcase beside Ye Ling's ear, completely confining Ye Ling.

"What's wrong?" Shao Ye gently lifted a strand of golden hair from Ye Ling's forehead and twisted it. "Why are you hiding? Aren't you going to draw me?"

“How can you draw if you don’t look at me?”

Ye Ling could only try her best to turn her head to the side.

Shao Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and continued his attack: "Isn't this exactly what you have been expecting... so carefully and step by step? My 'elegant' and 'generous' landlord?"

Ye Ling's head was buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.

At this moment, Shao Ye finally supported himself with his arm on the bookshelf.

Before Ye Ling could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw him stretch out his long arm, and his fingers accurately pressed the heavy hardcover "Encyclopedia of Ancient Greek Sculpture"!

The mechanism of rotating bookcase!

“Click!”

In Ye Ling's wildly shaking vision, the huge bookcase - the bookcase that hid all his dark secrets - slowly spun around without his control!

The densely packed surveillance wall, which was lined with twelve high-definition LCD screens, was exposed nakedly and without any cover in the bright afternoon sun.

Also exposed to...Shao Ye's cold and sharp gaze.

The screen clearly, comprehensively, and meticulously displays different angles of the basement - the desk, the bed, the doorway... Every picture is irrefutable evidence of his identity as a "perverted landlord"!

Discovered!

It’s over!

Ye Ling's blood ran cold.

But Shao Ye never looked back at the evil surveillance wall from beginning to end.

His eyes never left Ye Ling's face, which had lost all its color. He seemed to have been prepared for this, even... this was all his meticulous planning.

Shao Ye walked calmly to the sofa, picked up the silky dark satin nightgown, stretched out his arms and put it on, and tied the belt casually.

At the moment the nightgown was tied, some invisible restriction was lifted.

[Zizi…zizizi…host…host!!!] 778, an AI system, was now like a frightened bird. [What happened?! Why is Shao Ye still here? He…he really acted as a…a nude model for you? Wait! The bookcase! Those surveillance cameras! He…he saw it all!? When did he know?!]

Ye Ling faced the surveillance screen that showed irrefutable evidence, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Ye Ling."

Shao Ye's voice sounded clearly.

A clear and complete name, no longer the distant "Mr. Ye".

Ye Ling turned her rusty neck stiffly and met Shao Ye's gaze.

Shao Ye looked at the scribbled graffiti on the canvas, then looked at the surveillance wall.

Finally, his gaze fell back on Ye Ling's paper-pale face.

"Tell me," Shao Ye said slowly, word by word, "Who is forcing you to do this?"

Ye Ling trembled violently, as if struck by an electric current.

"Who forced you to pretend to be a pervert that even you hate?" Shao Ye's eyes became sharper.

"Who's forcing you..." His gaze swept across the surveillance wall again, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Install those things?"

Ye Ling's body shook violently and he almost couldn't stand.

"Who is forcing you to say those insincere words that even you are ashamed of?"

Shao Ye asked questions repeatedly.

"Is that the thing that's always talking in your head?"

Shao Ye paused slightly.

"That...system?"

Boom!

It was as if an invisible bolt of lightning struck Ye Ling's crown.

【!!! Highest level alert! Alert! Target detection system exists! Core secrets leaked! ... Abnormal energy fluctuations! Su... Zizizizi...】

The chaotic electronic sound of 778, accompanied by sharp electronic explosions, filled Ye Ling's mind in a chaotic manner. After a long buzzing sound, it fell into complete silence.

778 It...was defeated by Shao Ye's pointed question! It crashed!

The color drained from Ye Ling's face. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, and his legs went limp.

However, the expected dull pain of falling to the ground did not come.

A strong arm firmly grasped his falling body. Shao Ye was already close at hand, wearing a silky nightgown and half-embracing him.

Ye Ling couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and couldn't react at all.

He could only open his eyes wide, and in his dilated pupils was reflected Shao Ye's face, which had completely stripped off the outer layer of indifference and was filled with a strong desire for control.

All the disguises, all the struggles, all the shameful secrets... were exposed under Shao Ye's deep eyes.

"I...Shao Ye..." Ye Ling could only squeeze out his name in vain and was unable to organize any meaningful sentence.

It's over.

It's completely over!

Not only were those carefully hidden surveillance screens exposed in advance, but even 778 was discovered by Shao Ye! !

The system's existence was exposed, a major accident unheard of in the history of the Quick Transmigration Bureau! He had never received any crisis drills to deal with system exposure.

Now, Shao Ye not only knew about his dark and sneaky behavior, but also knew that it all stemmed from an even more despicable "mission"...

And Shao Ye himself, a living person, seems to be just a level that needs to be "broken through" and an object to be "observed" in his and 778's script.

What would Shao Ye think? Angry? Disgusted?

Ye Ling didn't know and could only lower his head deeply.

"sorry……"

"I'm sorry?" Shao Ye repeated with a smile.

He looked at the blond young man with hunched shoulders, his heart filled with emotions, but that emotion was not disgust, nor anger, but a desire for control that almost burst through his chest, and even... an unfamiliar desire for violence.

He finally uncovered all the abnormalities of the little golden retriever and the truth behind its clumsy and fragmented appearance.

The little golden retriever, forced by the cold "system" to play the role of "pervert", has finally been stripped of all its false shells, revealing its softest, most helpless, and most real side...

It is also the cutest core.

"I'm really... sorry." Ye Ling held the paintbrush tightly, looking listless.

"Well... since you feel sorry..." Shao Ye did not show any anger, but curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Then tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

compensate?

Ye Ling raised her head in surprise, her moist hazel eyes full of disbelief.

The protagonist in the world of Jinjiang novels is indeed...

As 778 had emphasized countless times, he possessed a magnanimity and heart that ordinary people could hardly match! Even after facing such unbearable deception and spying, he was actually... still willing to give himself a chance to make amends?

A faint flame of hope slowly rose in Ye Ling's desperate heart.

"Since you are using me as a model for your paintings," Shao Ye's voice returned to normal, "you should show the corresponding professional standards and paint these paintings well. Paint until..."

He paused deliberately, emphasizing his tone, "...until I'm satisfied. This is your current mission, and also your compensation."

Ye Ling nodded hurriedly, fearing that if she was even a second late, the other party would withdraw this favor: "Okay! Okay! I will definitely draw it carefully! Draw it well!"

Ye Ling was the most aware of Shao Ye's seriousness in work and study and his almost terrifying execution ability, through the day and night, meticulous monitoring.

He must not act too lazy and amateurish in front of this King of Scores, annoying him and losing this only chance of "atonement".

Ye Ling picked up the paintbrush again almost reverently.

"Here," Shao Ye suddenly walked over, "the turn of the jawline is too sharp, am I that mean?"

Ye Ling immediately tensed his back nervously, but bumped into a pair of black eyes filled with smiles.

Those eyes, always frosted with frost, now seemed filled with melted honey. He was startled again, lowering his head in panic, his pencil drawing a crooked arc on the paper: "I, I will change..."

"No need to revise it." Shao Ye took the pen from his hand, and his fingertips accidentally brushed across his palm. "Aren't you tired after drawing for so long?"

Shao Ye pointed to the single sofa next to the French window and said, "The sun is shining brightly, you can sit there."

Ye Ling walked away from the easel in a daze, sat on the sofa reserved for models, and then watched Shao Ye pick up the drawing board and walk to him.

"Before, you drew me," Shao Ye said, "Now it's my turn to draw you. When you're modeling, you can think carefully about what true observation and sketching are."

"Relax a little," Shao Ye smiled gently, as if he was just giving a kind reminder, "If you stay tense like this, your lines will become stiff."

Ye Ling: "..." became even more nervous.

Shao Ye's paintbrush rustled on the paper, his eyes moved back and forth between his face and the paper, and occasionally he couldn't help but stand up and adjust his posture.

Sometimes she would gently touch the strands of hair on his forehead, and sometimes she would adjust the angle of his shoulders.

Suddenly, Shao Ye stopped writing. Just when Ye Ling was about to let go of the breath he was holding, Shao Ye lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Now, do you know what it feels like to be stared at?" Shao Ye said slowly, "Those nights when I turned over in the basement, I kept wondering... were you watching?"

Ye Ling shuddered, the guilt that hadn't completely dissipated suddenly came back: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Shao Ye was magnanimous, "I know you didn't mean it."

The fact that he downplayed it so lightly made Ye Ling feel even more guilty.

Simply relying on coercion and coercion will not truly capture this kind, sensitive and frightened little bird.

Shao Ye knew that he needed to slow down and win over the opponent's heart.

As the sun gradually set, Ye Ling's eyes were attracted by the golden sunset outside the window.

Shao Ye occasionally picked up his pen, and occasionally frowned in deep thought, and silence flowed between the two of them.

"Ye Ling."

Ye Ling turned her head subconsciously.

Shao Ye didn't look at him, but his eyes were also cast towards the clouds outside the window that were dyed red by the setting sun.

"You know... when I was a kid, I grew up in the most dilapidated orphanage in the west of the city." Shao Ye's voice was calm, but like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through the dusty past. "There wasn't enough heating in the winter, and mosquitoes were rampant in the summer. There was never enough food to go around, and if you couldn't grab any, you'd have to starve. The clothes were donated by others, and they never fit me..."

Ye Ling's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He knew Shao Ye's family was poor, but he had never imagined that the novel left out such a specific and cruel past. He listened quietly, his fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of his clothes.

"There, you have to stay quiet, avoid trouble, and be able to work." Shao Ye curled his lips, "No one will be nice to you for no reason. All 'nice' has a purpose, or requires you to work ten times harder in exchange."

This young man, who was as tough as bamboo and seemed indestructible, revealed his unknown softness and fragility for the first time.

"No matter what you did before," Shao Ye looked at Ye Ling again, "whether it was a mission or you were forced by the system..."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.

"You're the first person who's ever been truly kind to me." His voice was soft. "It's not an exchange, it's not for any purpose, it's even... a little..."

He swallowed the word "stupid" that was about to roll out of his mouth. When he raised his eyes again, all the coldness and hardness faded away, and he stared at Ye Ling purely, "You gave me such a good place to live, worried that I would get sick from the rain, and cooked porridge for me... and protected me at the dinner..."

As Ye Ling listened, she felt like her heart was about to break.

Shao Ye remembered it all! He remembered his clumsy "good" that was meant to serve a certain purpose! And... Shao Ye actually took that as the real good.

All of Ye Ling's defenses collapsed in an instant.

"I will try my best to treat you better!" Ye Ling blurted out, her hazelnut eyes bright, "Shao Ye! It's not a mission! It's..."

He couldn't think of the right words, so he could only flap his nonexistent wings and emphasize incoherently, "It's true! It's true!"

"Really?" Shao Ye looked into his eyes.

Shao Ye's light-hearted question made him so anxious that he didn't know how to prove his sincerity.

"Really, I didn't lie to you..." Ye Ling emphasized over and over again.

Shao Ye's heart tightened as he looked at the bewildered Ye Ling in front of him. Reason told him that up to this point, this little golden retriever was pure and kind-hearted, timid, easily blamed himself, and could not stand being frightened.

But deep down in his heart... there was something dark, sticky, crazy and morbid, and it was growing wildly because of Ye Ling's pitiful appearance.

He even wanted to... see Ye Ling show more pitiful and lovely expressions.

He also wanted to unwrap this poor little thing layer by layer like a gift, feel every inch of his touch, taste every inch of him...

Definitely...sweet.

Li Feng's pupils suddenly shrank.

He suddenly became very strange, like a hungry beast that finally found its prey. It seemed that he had known Ye Ling for a long time.

He straightened up suddenly, and because the movement was too big, the anxious Ye Ling was frightened again.

His gaze lingered over Ye Ling's anxiously flushed ears and cheeks, and her wet, sincere eyes... Finally, he bit the inside of his mouth hard.

The strong smell of blood immediately filled his mouth and rushed straight to his brain, forcing him to regain his sanity.

Ye Ling just stared at him with eyes wide open, filled with guilt, fear, and a hint of new confusion and puzzlement.

For a long time, he licked the blood in his mouth, but he restrainedly raised his fingers and scratched Ye Ling's slightly cold cheek.

"Just take a little...compensation first."