[Wish/Task: Sleep with the person you hate the most]
sleep?
What kind of sleep?
Sheng Yan's pupils dilated in shock.
In the book "After Obtaining the Wish System, I Reached the Pinnacle of Life", there are also tasks to complete, but other people's tasks are things like winning other people's favor, performing acts of bravery, or getting new skills. How come in his book it becomes selling one's body?
Is this even a legitimate app anymore?!
Sheng Yan quickly typed this message on the feedback board.
Three seconds.
The system calmly replied: [Please don't worry, host. It's just sleeping in the literal sense.]
Sheng Yan: "..."
oh.
Sheng Yan felt a little ashamed.
But even just sleeping in the ordinary, literal sense is awkward.
Without a doubt, the person he hates the most right now is Qin Zigui.
He had such a big fight with Qin Zigui today, and Qin Zigui had told him before to keep his distance. Now he's going to Qin Zigui all over again to ask if he can sleep together. Isn't that just asking for trouble?
Sheng Yan wouldn't do it.
But if I don't do it, I won't be able to complete the task, and I'll have to copy another 8,000 words...
A brief hesitation.
Sheng Yan resolutely stood up, picked up the air conditioner remote, turned it on to heating, then removed the batteries and replaced them with the ones from an old alarm clock. He then picked up his pillow, walked out of the room, stood in front of Qin Zigui's door across the street, and knocked twice.
The door opened quickly.
Qin Zigui had changed into her pajamas, her jet-black hair falling naturally and smoothly, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, making her look gentler than during the day.
But only a little bit.
Still pretentious, Sheng Yan commented.
Qin Zigui looked down at him: "What is it?"
Sheng Yan glanced into the room and saw that the desk lamp was still on and a large pile of books and papers were spread out on the table. He asked, "Not asleep yet?"
Qin Zigui leaned against the door frame: "You weren't asleep either."
Doesn't he have any idea why I haven't gone to sleep yet?
Sheng Yan said irritably, "Nonsense, try being punished by copying more than 10,000 words of the student handbook yourself!"
Then, raising her chin, she said with a self-righteous air: "My bedroom air conditioner is broken, so I'll have to make do here for the night."
Qin Zigui looked up at the room opposite.
Sheng Yan felt a little guilty.
Fortunately, Qin Zigui quickly looked away, stepped aside, and said coldly, "Put on your blindfold and earplugs properly."
Sheng Yan: "?"
Qin Zigui gestured for him to look at his desk: "I'm going to study until very late. How can you fall asleep without an eye mask and earplugs?"
I'm afraid not.
Because whenever Sheng Yan sees anything related to studying, his head starts to ache.
Out of a sense of self-preservation typical of underachievers, Sheng Yan reluctantly nodded: "Alright then."
Then, with confidence, she lifted her leg, ready to walk in with an air of "Your Majesty's favor is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes."
They had barely taken one step when...
My stomach rumbled.
Sheng Yan paused awkwardly.
Qin Zigui glanced at his stomach, then turned around and took a cake box from the small refrigerator in his room and placed it on his desk.
Sheng Yan glanced at it and saw that it was his favorite durian mille-feuille.
Moreover, the items at this cake shop are extremely difficult to buy, and you have to wait in line for a long time. Where did Qin Zigui come from?
Thinking it over, Qin Zigui said, "I'll buy it on my way home after class tonight."
"oh."
Sheng Yan glanced at it again secretly.
But didn't Qin Zigui think durian smelled awful?
Then, thinking about it again, Qin Zigui said, "I bought it for you."
"ah?"
Sheng Yan looked up and was stunned.
Qin Zigui looked down and unpacked the durian mille-feuille: "I was worried you wouldn't be able to eat it tonight, so I was thinking of buying it for you to have for breakfast tomorrow, but since you're hungry now, you can eat it now."
Sheng Yan: "???"
Is the key question when to eat it?
The key question is, why did they give Qin Zigui cake out of the blue?
I bought it specifically for that purpose.
Offering unsolicited favors is either a sign of malice or theft.
Sheng Yan glared at him warily: "Qin Zigui, what kind of bad trick are you up to now?"
Qin Zigui didn't deny it: "I was holding it in."
Sheng Yan was not surprised at all and was about to snort coldly.
Qin Zigui pushed the unwrapped dessert towards him, saying, "It's to appease you."
Sheng Yan: "Hmm...?"
for what?
Who are you trying to appease?
Why coax?
Sheng Yan was stunned.
Qin Zigui is possessed by a ghost?!
Qin Zigui didn't seem to be joking: "Before, I was scolded by Huang Shuliang for covering up your skipping class and fighting, and my 'Three Good Student' status was revoked. In addition, there were some other things, and I had been drinking. I was in a bad mood and said some impulsive and hurtful things. It was my fault. Ayan, I'm sorry."
The other things definitely refer to Lin Qian's affairs.
Sheng Yan didn't think much of it.
But that's it?!
Is this the reason Qin Zigui has been giving himself the cold shoulder for a year?!
Sheng Yan was practically ready to slap a bunch of "That's it" memes of Black people in Qin Zigui's face.
Are these privileged individuals, who have been adored since childhood, all exceptionally proud? Is that why they find it so hard to accept things like having their awards revoked or the girls they like liking someone else?
However, Qin Zigui seems to really like Lin Qian. After all, such a law-abiding student would skip class and fight for her time and time again, which means he is completely in love with her.
Given the revocation of her "Three Good Student" status, her anger is understandable.
Bullshit!
So he's the only one who cares about his image? So he's the only one with a strong sense of self-esteem? So he's the only one with a temper?
Did you say something impulsively in the heat of the moment, and now that you've calmed down, don't you know how to comfort yourself?
If I hadn't been able to hold it in and said it directly today, would he have waited until he was about to have his oxygen tube removed before apologizing to me?
Who cares?
Do you really think you're still the same as when you were a kid, that a piece of cake will appease you?
Keep in the whims of your dreams.
Sheng Yan was very principled, and he scoffed coldly: "Thank you, no need. I said, as long as you explain your reasons clearly, I promise I won't waste a single word on you. I mean what I say. So please make sure you engrave the phrase 'If we're not on the same path, it's better to keep our distance and go our separate ways' into your DNA, so as not to make it seem like I'm so eager to be with you."
After saying that, he threw the pillow into the innermost part of the bed, put on his earplugs, pulled off his eye mask, wrapped himself in the blanket, faced the wall, and went to sleep without saying a word.
He was as cold and ruthless as if he weren't the one who had clung to him pitifully, pitifully, and coquettishly on this bed last night, saying he wanted to be with him for life.
It seems she's still angry.
Or rather, it's not anger, it's sadness.
Qin Ru is right. Sheng Yan has indeed been soft-hearted and easy to coax since he was a child, and he never takes anger to heart.
But what she didn't know was that Sheng Yan was more sentimental than anyone else. He was easy to coax when he was angry, but he would be sad for a very long time when he was heartbroken.
That's why I said such cold and hurtful things back then.
Recalling the expression on Sheng Yan's face in the KTV last year on his birthday, when he said to Zhu Peng and Gou You with a look of irritability and disgust, "Two men doing that kind of thing, how disgusting," Qin Zigui lowered his eyes.
He first realized that his feelings for Sheng Yan might not be ordinary brotherly affection when he was in his first year of high school, when he had the first dream he shouldn't have had.
At the time, I thought it was a coincidence, but afterwards, I started to have more and more inappropriate emotions.
It wasn't until he heard Lin Qian confess her feelings to Sheng Yan that the overwhelming jealousy and possessiveness he felt made him finally realize that his feelings for Sheng Yan were indeed those kinds of feelings.
This was a huge shock to the young man who was just beginning to experience romantic feelings. However, before he could even process it, he heard Sheng Yan say, "Two men doing that kind of thing, how disgusting."
At that time, Qin Zigui had only one thought: he didn't want Sheng Yan to feel disgusted with him one day.
However, he was unsure whether he could truly hide his feelings if they continued to interact like this.
Moreover, in his heart, Sheng Yan's life should be one of growing up pampered and cherished, meeting a wonderful girl, getting married, having children, growing old together, surrounded by children and grandchildren, living a peaceful and joyful life without any worries, rather than embarking on an unknown path that would be subject to prejudice and controversy.
That's why he said, "Sheng Yan, we're not on the same path."
He originally thought this might be the best choice, but he didn't expect Sheng Yan to care so much and be so sad.
When she's so sad, she'll act like a child, taking advantage of her drunken outburst, hugging herself tightly all night, saying she's not allowed to leave, saying she wants to be with Brother Zigui forever, making her feel heartbroken and guilty, and coaxing her all night long.
As a result, today she became arrogant, stubborn, and turned her back on me.
I really don't know where this spoiled brat came from.
She also has a bad temper.
Qin Zigui glanced at the fluffy, huffing head peeking out from under the covers, lowered his head, and gave a helpless smile.
Fine, I'll just have to work harder myself.
If you try harder to hide your emotions, be more restrained, and pay more attention, and try to soften the young master's heart, everything will be the same as before, and they will still be the best friends.
Ultimately, he didn't want Sheng Yan to feel wronged.
Thinking it over, Qin Zigui carefully rewrapped the durian mille-feuille and put it back in the refrigerator.
Someone definitely wants to eat it right now.
But if it's too late, it won't digest properly.
So let's leave it for tomorrow.
Meanwhile, the person who had been waiting for Qin Zigui to continue coaxing him, wearing a complete blindfold and earplugs, was extremely angry.
Is Qin Zigui really good at bluffing?
Don't you know how to coax her a little more?
Stubborn to save face, Sheng Yan could only wrap himself tightly in the blanket, clench his fists, and shrink into a corner, forcing himself to fight off hunger with sleep. He dreamed all night about durian mille-feuille, and didn't even know when Qin Zigui went to bed.
All she knew was that when she woke up, she was lying in the middle of Qin Zigui's bed in a starfish shape, with no room left above, below, left, or right for Qin Zigui to sleep, and Qin Zigui's pillow did not appear to be sunken.
So Qin Zigui might not have slept with me last night? Maybe I didn't complete my task?
Realizing this, Sheng Yan jumped out of bed, hurriedly slipped on his slippers, and ran back to his room. He grabbed a notebook from the table and started flipping through it hastily.
One page, two pages, three pages, filled to the brim, a total of 13,647 words, including punctuation and content, all copied down, and all in my own handwriting.
In that instant, Sheng Yan was so shocked that he questioned the meaning of life.
Just because I slept with Qin Zigui, the student handbook of eight or nine thousand words was really finished? And it's even my own handwriting? Is this app really that magical?
Sheng Yan still found it hard to believe.
Take out your phone, open the Happy Wishes Come True app, and you'll see a pot of white daisies blooming in the garden, with a little angel watering it while a kitten circles around them.
When Sheng Yan opened the app, a sound effect of someone pushing open the garden gate was heard. As if they heard the noise, the person, the cat, and the flower all turned around and tilted their heads at him, giving him a cute smile with their eyes crinkling, looking very romantic.
At that moment, Sheng Yan admitted that he was charmed by her.
But he soon realized that this wasn't an app for macho men, and that wasn't the key to the app.
The key point is that if all the previous events could be explained by coincidence, then this time it is absolutely impossible, because even the greatest coincidences could not have come to this.
Therefore, there is only one explanation.
This app is real.
This wish-granting system is real.
The future depicted in novels—beating up top students, stepping on the student council president, and then reaching the pinnacle of life—is also real.
In other words, as long as he carefully considers his wish, completes his tasks diligently, and levels up effectively, his dream of going from last place in the grade to first place, slapping the weasel in the face, and making double standards disappear from the world will no longer be just a dream.
His good days are coming!
Thinking of this, Sheng Yan felt his blood surging and his ambition soaring. He felt like the protagonist in a shonen manga who had suddenly been given background music and divine light, about to dominate the world and reach the top of Jump!
He grabbed his phone, ready to rush out and share the good news with Qin Zigui, but as soon as he ran out of the room, he suddenly realized that he couldn't share the news with Qin Zigui.
It's not because of a confidentiality agreement.
But he was still angry with Qin Zigui.
He couldn't let Qin Zigui think he was still as easy to coax as he was when he was a child, otherwise Qin Zigui wouldn't realize how ridiculously wrong his previous words were.
Moreover, he is now a principled and mature man. He needs to be steady and make Qin Zigui realize that he is no longer the Sheng Yan who was suppressed and bullied by him.
So Sheng Yan stopped, cleared his throat, calmly walked into the bathroom, washed up, changed his clothes, tidied his appearance, and then walked slowly towards the restaurant with the air of a very mature and composed successful person.
Qin Ru was pouring milk in the restaurant, watching from afar, and asked in confusion, "Zi Gui, why is Xiao Yan so smug like a little rooster so early in the morning? Did something good happen?"
"Maybe."
Qin Zigui lowered his head and placed durian mille-feuille, cherry tomatoes, and a Sheng Yan egg of the same kind on Sheng Yan's special little yellow chick plate. His tone sounded like he was in a pretty good mood.
So these two made up?
But looking at Sheng Yan's proud and arrogant cockfighting posture, it doesn't seem like it.
Qin Ru was a little confused.
However, she was too lazy to ask any more questions. She had watched these two children grow up, and they probably spent more time together than both sets of parents combined. Even if they argued, they wouldn't amount to much, and the parents were too lazy to worry about it.
"But Zigui, why are your eyes so red, and you have dark circles under your eyes? Did you not sleep well last night?" Qin Ru felt extremely distressed.
Qin Zigui simply said, "No, I just studied a little late yesterday, Auntie, don't worry."
"I see."
After Qin Zigui said that, Qin Ru didn't know what to say.
Qin Zigui was exceptionally sensible from a young age. She always had the best of everything and never caused her parents any worry. When she was little, she and Jiang Ping were too busy with work and often neglected to eat or get sick. The child never uttered a word of complaint and always found a way to take care of himself.
Even now, Qin Ru always feels that Qin Zigui isn't a true junior, and she simply can't bring herself to say anything lecturing or reprimanding him. She can only say softly, "Then you should get some rest early tonight. No matter how much you study, nothing is more important than your health, understand?"
"Yes, I heard you, little... Sheng Yan." Qin Zigui had only answered half of Qin Ru's question when she caught Sheng Yan secretly opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of iced cola. Without thinking, she frowned slightly and said, "Don't drink anything cold in the morning."
Sheng Yan was stopped halfway through his smuggling attempt.
He slowly turned his head and met four staring eyes. Reluctantly, he put the cola back: "Alright, I know, Little Qin Zigui."
They're quite vengeful.
Qin Zigui placed the plate in front of him: "Eat breakfast."
"I don't need you... huh?"
Durian mille-feuille?
When Sheng Yan saw the durian mille-feuille on his special little yellow chick plate, he paused for a moment.
He thought that because he had been so disrespectful last night, Qin Zigui would throw away the cake that he thought was "stinky".
It wasn't there originally.
Moreover, it was kept very fresh, with no off-flavors at all.
Sheng Yan picked up his fork and took a piece with feigned disdain. His already good mood improved slightly, and he haughtily commented, "It's alright."
"It's alright, so hurry up and eat, or Huang Shuliang will scold you again if you're late." Qin Zigui said as he skillfully peeled the egg off Sheng Yan's plate.
Sheng Yan nodded with great satisfaction: "I didn't realize our young master Qin was such an egg killer."
Qin Zigui placed the egg on his plate expressionlessly: "Well, after all, I didn't realize that our young master Sheng was actually a cat."
Sheng Yan, who had already forgotten the embarrassment of being caught meowing last night: "..."
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Sheng Yan instantly lost his mood for arguing and showing off with Qin Zigui. He vigorously poked at the food with his fork, imagining everything on the plate as Qin Zigui's face. He devoured it one bite at a time, wolfing it down like a whirlwind, like a fierce cat sweeping through the air.
In the end, he entered the classroom just in time.
"Oh my god, Brother Yan, you weren't late today!" Zhu Peng, who was in the back row, looked up and saw him, so shocked that he forgot to eat his steamed bun.
Sheng Yan glanced at him lazily, put his schoolbag on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Don't make it sound like I'm late every day."
He wasn't that indifferent to school rules and regulations; at most, he would be late once or twice a week.
“But today is different.” Zhu Peng swallowed the bun in his mouth with difficulty. “Didn’t you go chasing the enemy last night? Usually, you’re late the next day because you want to sleep in and replenish your energy.”
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as the topic of chasing the enemy last night came up, Sheng Yan felt a surge of displeasure well up again.
If it weren't for Qin Zigui, he would have already captured the enemy yesterday.
There's no need to go to the backstreet tonight to try your luck, not even knowing if you'll get lucky.
Zhu Peng, oblivious to his displeasure, continued gossiping while munching on his steamed bun, "Hey, by the way, Brother Yan, have you heard?"
"What."
Sheng Yan took something out of his bag without looking up.
Zhu Peng leaned closer: "It's about Qin Zigui."
Sheng Yan looked up and frowned slightly.
Zhu Peng lowered his voice: "I heard that Qin Zigui went to fight the group that was harassing Lin Qian last night, and beat them up really badly. Someone from the vocational high school saw it, took pictures, and posted them on the forum. Then all sorts of rumors started circulating, like a hero saving a damsel in distress, jealousy, a martial arts contest to find a husband, a life-or-death situation..."
Is it really interesting for a grown man to be so gossipy?
Sheng Yan slammed the book in his hand hard on the table in annoyance.
Startled, Zhu Peng dropped the steamed bun in his hand. He quickly picked it up and dusted it off, saying, "No, Brother Yan, why are you so angry? This is a good thing! With such a big fuss, Qin Zigui will definitely be punished. Don't you hate him the most?"
"I hate him, so don't mention him in front of me. Just hearing his name annoys me. Whether he's alive or dead, good or bad, what does it have to do with me?" Sheng Yan said impatiently, then got up and left the classroom, heading towards the restroom.
Qin Zigui is the kind of person who will break off all ties with you when he gets angry, and his apologies afterward are so insincere. Today he even mocked him for the cat meowing incident. He's so annoyed by him.
That's why I wasn't angry about what he did.
I just find the name annoying.
As Sheng Yan walked to the bathroom door, before he could even enter, he heard two sarcastic laughs coming from inside.
"You know, that Qin Zigui, he always has a deadpan expression, deducting points here and there all the time, acting all high and mighty, like he's some kind of saint, but in the end he's just a jealous, fighting loser."
"Don't say that. How can their fighting be the same as ours? They're like the sons of a weasel. Even if they fight, we'd worry about whether their hands hurt and whether they can still get first place in the exam."
"Hey, you know what, Qin Zigui has no parents, so he might actually be the illegitimate son of a weasel."
"Tsk, thinking about it this way, Qin Zigui is quite pitiful. He has no parents and lives under someone else's roof. He has to be mindful of other people's feelings all the time. So, the more insecure a person is, the more... well, you know."
"What?"
"Just showing off."
"Damn, that makes sense, hahaha... Damn it! Sheng Yan! What the hell are you trying to do!"
Before they could finish laughing, one of them was grabbed by the collar and slammed against the wall. His back slammed against the wall with a dull thud and a sharp pain. The man grimaced in pain and couldn't help but curse.
Sheng Yan grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. His arm was taut, but his eyes were downcast and his voice was cold: "Nothing, just teaching you that you can't just gossip about anyone."
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