Chapter 27 A Perfect Score (Part 1) Yan Quan wanted it more than anyone else...

So... Yan Quan was pretending to be an Alpha while dating her ex-husband?

[My version of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai]

Suddenly I understand why my ex-husband was so resentful... He finally convinced himself that he was gay, only to find out his ex-husband was straight.

[You really...have done so many bad things!]

Am I the only one who finds this more appealing? A same-sex Alpha dating, without even temporary marking, purely based on emotional attraction.

Holy crap, this looks like such a pure love story!

[I've never seen anything like it... that the word "pure love" can actually be associated with a playboy.]

Anyway, you two have broken up now.

Ji Yao interjected at just the right moment, instantly ruining the atmosphere of "reminiscing about the past":

"Who doesn't have some grudges and entanglements with their ex-boyfriend? Going on a dating reality show now is just starting over, right?"

"I'll just ask you one question." Ji Yao stared at Yan Ceyan with eyes as sharp as needles: "Did you go on the dating reality show to get back together with Yan Quan? Do you still like Yan Quan?"

[Here's a direct question]

Starting with zero frames, the illiterate don't play tricks.

I feel so sorry for my ex-husband. These people are bringing up his and Yan Quan's painful pasts (tears welling up).

[Tsk, this is so exciting (I enjoyed watching it)]

"That hit the nail on the head. I'm also curious about what this ex-husband is up to."

Yan Ceyan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ji Yao: "You asked two questions at once. According to the rules, I will only answer the first one."

"Yes. I came on this show specifically for Yan Quan."

“But we won’t get back together.” Yan Ceyan’s eyes were sharp, his words cold and resolute: “Seven years have passed. The grudge between Yan Quan and me can’t be severed so easily.”

"The matter from back then is not over."

[My ex-husband has been harboring resentment for a long time (terrifying)]

"Yan Haiwang, have you committed murder and arson?!"

[How dare anyone ship her ex-husband on a TV show to beg for reconciliation... This is clearly pure hate literature!]

"My dear, you absolutely must remember to keep both eyes open while you sleep tonight... I'm afraid my ex-husband might try to assassinate you in the middle of the night."

"..." Stunned by Yan Ceyan's words for a moment, Ji Yao finally came to her senses: "You don't want to get back together, right..."

"Hmph, you better be." Ji Yao tossed her hair, slightly relaxing her rival's guard.

"Then when Yan Quan and I are together in the future, you can sit at the head table."

"...You're popping champagne here again?"

[The key point is that Yan Quan didn't even glance at you twice.]

I'm really curious, what kind of family education could raise an illiterate person like Ji Yao with such inexplicable self-confidence...?

"Anything else to ask...?" After answering the other four questions, Yan Ceyan's gaze turned specifically to Yan Quan, who was sitting at the far end of the sofa.

Aren't you going to ask?

Yan Quan looked up at Yan Ceyan with utmost calmness: "Whether you ask or not, it won't affect my answering the question."

"..." Yan Ceyan's eyes flickered slightly, and his gaze towards Yan Quan froze for a moment. "You are quite confident."

“Of course.” Yan Quan’s cold, fox-like eyes flashed a chilling smile: “Ex-boyfriend.”

"The questioning session is now complete. Please enter the enclosed question-and-answer room in the rest area to answer your guesses about the identity of the new Alpha member."

"Wait, why are you making it so formal? And why a completely enclosed space? Are you worried they'll copy each other's work?"

I really want to remind this crazy production team that this is a dating reality show, not a college entrance exam.

[What's going on? Is this the richest man in A4? Why make such a big fuss about his identity information? (I don't understand)]

〖Alright, anyway, all those questions were just gossip; they didn't know anything about A4.〗

[It's obvious even to a fool that everyone else would have gotten a few points by guessing, but Yan Quan passed with a high score... I'm truly impressed by Yan Quan's status as a member of the royal family.]

Just like the viewers in the live chat, 3A1O felt he was just going through the motions by writing something in the quiz room. After all, this was a contest to guess A4's identity, and who could possibly guess his "ex-boyfriend" Yan Quan, whom he'd been dating for a year and a half?

But when the four of them entered the question-and-answer room and saw the question boards on the table, their expressions changed, and their wide eyes were filled with shock.

The whiteboard, which should have been blank, was now densely covered with writing, filled with personal information. Sensing someone's entry, the projector next to it automatically began playing a short video introducing the guest's identity.

"Name: Yan Ceyan, male, 24 years old, secondary sexual characteristic: Alpha..."

However, only one enclosed cubicle was empty and quiet. Not to mention the VCR projector, even the table where the answer sheets were placed was polished to a shine, as if afraid of revealing even a trace of written information.

That is—Yan Quan's answer section.

"And they say the Yan family is royalty... What royal family gets this kind of treatment? My Emperor, you son of a bitch—"

[Damn... they're not even acting anymore, they're practically treating me like Li Jian himself (angry)]

[Sobbing, we've been tricked by capital!]

[Dogcoin program team, you really know how to create buzz and hype. You're using Yan Quan, who's a top influencer, to drive traffic, right?]

[Others: Copy from picture; Yan Quan: College entrance exam essay, is this the kind of differential treatment you're giving?]

I'm really angry... Is the production team trying to deliberately stir up trouble?

[I've even thought of a title for the PR team: A player who's been dating for a year and a half still doesn't understand his ex-boyfriend like a complete stranger.]

After this incident, Yan Quan's fans were all outraged and angrily went to the show's official Weibo account to demand their rights...

Resist unfair treatment; treat everyone equally!

"Such humiliation of a top performer?! Please restore the top treatment Yan Quan deserves!!"

Unlike the enthusiastic fans who were "charging into battle" online, the atmosphere on Yan Quan's side was relatively calm.

Tick-tock... The sound of the clock clearly echoed around the wall, round and round. Yan Quan lowered his eyes and carefully read through each question.

"Hoo..." Slender fingers gently lifted the pen and began to write the first character.

"Name: Yan Ceyan, male, 24 years old, secondary sexual characteristic: Alpha, from District A of the capital, heir to the Yan Group..."

At a certain point in his writing, Yan Quan paused slightly, pressing his pen against the tip, his thoughts momentarily lost in thought.

Yan Quan recalled a long time ago, when the Alpha pressed against the back of his neck, his breath warm against his ear, imprinting a promise of eternity:

“I won’t listen to their arrangements. I’ll go to the Northwest Theater Military Academy… at most five years, wait for me.”

Yan Quan recalled those days when he listened to military news reports broadcast late at night by a few radio stations in Federation A.

"Recently, the People's Liberation Army conducted a military exercise codenamed 'Operation Sandstorm 2024' in the Northwest region. The exercise, reportedly lasting approximately three weeks, aims to test and evaluate the operational capabilities of the First Army Corps in desert areas..."

So Yan Quan continued writing: "Northwest Theater Command, Army, Colonel."

“Foods I don’t like: cilantro, ginger, animal organs…” “Foods I like…” Yan Quan’s fingertip paused again: “Oranges.”

"Hobbies and interests: boxing, shooting..."

The next task was to draw a picture of a private firearms collection. Yan Quan's hands, resting on the table, were numb from writing:

"The Desert Eagle weighs approximately 1.7-2 kg. The .50 AE magazine holds 7 rounds; the .45 ACP caliber M1911 typically comes with a 7-round single-stack magazine, um, this is the □□17…"

[I got them all right!]

Even Ji Yao's copying was riddled with typos... (facepalm)

[Can anyone explain the value of memorizing all these identical pistol specifications? (Tears welling up)]

Damn... this might actually be a perfect score.

"Seriously, are you guys really this dedicated to dating? I still don't know what's so special about my boyfriend's bunch of fishing rods..."

No wonder she's so popular; dating Yan Quan is incredibly emotionally rewarding.

[Ex-husband, no, you were eating so well behind our backs before (gritting your teeth)]

"Finally... the last question." Yan Quan let out a deep sigh of relief, but the pen he had just moved paused again.

"The person Yan Ceyan hates the most?"

"Ha..." Yan Quan stared at the somewhat inexplicable question, a self-deprecating smile curving his lips.

In that split second, Yan Quan had a bizarre thought—about why Yan Ceyan participated in the show, and about this "question and answer test" that seemed "premeditated" from beginning to end.

The ink pen tip moved swiftly across the white answer sheet, writing down the name that was etched in my mind without the slightest hesitation.

"Yan Quan".

So certain? Yan Haiwang, you're quite self-aware.

[Basically, everyone who gets dumped by Yan Haiwang hates him, right? Is there any doubt about that? (Disdain)]

[How did lovers end up hating each other? What exactly happened between the ex-husband and Yan Quan?]

The Dogecoin show's producers deliberately stirred up trouble by stirring up conflict between exes; they had no good intentions whatsoever.

I really don't understand Yan Quan anymore... If you say he's in love, he's a total jerk; if you say he's a jerk, he remembers his ex's hobbies and interests so clearly.

I'm starting to wonder if Yan Quan and her ex-husband are really serious about their relationship.

I wonder what her ex-husband thinks of this answer sheet?

What are your thoughts...?

In fact, Yan Ceyan was sitting in the control room, with cameras in front of him covering all positions, capturing every move of the guests in the monitoring room from every angle.

But Yan Ceyan's gaze was never disturbed; he remained fixed on the person at the very center of the large screen—

Shoulders resting on the table, back arched in a beautiful line, eyelashes drooping, casting fluttering shadows.

With his thin lips slightly parted, he muttered to himself: "Hobbies, boxing, shooting... Desert Eagle, the entire gun weighs around 1.7-2 kg. The magazine capacity for .50 AE rounds is 7 rounds..."

With each word uttered by the person in the video, Yan Ceyan's thick, sword-like eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and his fingers unconsciously traced faint numbers on the control panel in the main control room.

"70, 80, 90..."

As Yan Quan wrote his name down, Yan Ceyan finally let out a low, choked sound.

The number traced by the finger has reached: "100".

Yan Ceyan suddenly understood the provocative smile Yan Quan had given him at the beginning—

"Whether I ask or not, it won't affect my answering the question. My ex-boyfriend."

“Ha…Sweet Orange.” Yan Ceyan’s eyes were shrouded in heavy shadows, with complex emotions flickering within them:

"Is this one of your tricks?"

Propelled himself to his feet, Yan Ceyan gripped the square box in his pocket through his coat and walked towards the door—they had finished answering the questions, and Yan Ceyan would give the first-place winner a small gift.

The metallic object rubbed against the velvet inside the box, making a soft grinding sound... Yan Ceyan's fingers unconsciously tightened around it.

I never expected this, Yan Quan.

It was returned to its rightful owner so quickly.

It seems I underestimated your methods.

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Author's Note: Update at 7:00 PM barring any unforeseen circumstances.

If there's an extra chapter, I'll post it as soon as I finish writing it (please use MomoMomo's nutrient solution to urge me to add more chapters).

Actually, this data is much worse than I expected... Well, the plane crash with the clip really did cause some damage.

The "scumbag" trait might not appeal to everyone. But I really love the character "Yan Quan" I created, so I'll finish writing it well. To all the readers who are currently following the story, let's stay together until the very end! [doge emoji with rose in hand]