Chapter 8 So you're already shy? ...
Wang Zheng behind her was deathly silent. Ling Qiu ignored him and simply waved her hand, indicating four: "Remember, forty thousand."
Wang Zheng's eyes trembled.
Ling Qiu got into Lu Lulan's car, and Lu Lulan didn't linger. She stepped on the gas and drove off recklessly.
"Hey, I say, that guy wasn't exactly good-looking," Lululan said, turning to look at Ling Qiu with one hand on the steering wheel. "And he exuded an aura of impotence. What did you see in him? His undeniable classy charm?"
Ling Qiu pursed her lips. She didn't know if the pervert was still following her, or if his surveillance was only around her house, or if it was everywhere. After all, after seeing Lulu Lan, Ling Qiu felt that the feeling of being watched had faded a lot.
She gave a vague answer: "I am indeed more interested in Ron."
“Right!” Lululan was delighted. “Ron is a very nice guy. I’ve worked with him twice before, and he’s one of the few men who’s willing to use the original Dick.”
Ling Qiu: "..." She didn't really care about these things.
More than anything else, Ling Qiu was concerned about her own safety; the thought of Ron's mechanical arm made her uneasy.
Although she has an electric knife for self-defense, her reaction speed and physical strength are not as good as those of a cyborg. If she had to find a man to date, Ling Qiu would prefer someone who is completely under her control.
It's like a dog that's been tightly chained.
Lululan drives extremely recklessly, speeding and racing on the road, and even changing lanes to rush forward when encountering red lights.
"Sorry!" Lululan glanced at Ling Qiu, who was bouncing around in the passenger seat. "I'm afraid I'll get caught skipping work. Let's drive faster!"
From the suburbs to the city center, a journey that usually takes more than half an hour, they arrived in just over ten minutes. When they got to the Noah Company building, Lululan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Great! It's lunchtime, I'll just clock out!" Lululan operated the device directly through the chip on her ear.
When Ling Qiu saw Lu Lulan using the chip, a small patch of her skin turned a faint blue. Chips that bring great convenience to life are a basic requirement for recruitment by major companies. Of course, freelancers cannot install chips. Ling Qiu's chip is in her electronic watch.
A blue light flashed in front of her; it was a message from Ron: "I've arrived, table number 7."
Ling Qiu suddenly tensed up; she really wasn't used to dealing with this kind of social interaction.
"I'm leaving now," Ling Qiu said to Lu Lulan. "I'll update you on the progress later."
"Okay!" Lululan waved her hand. "Even if I introduced them, don't force yourself because of that, Qiuqiu."
Ling Qiu nodded and went to the restaurant where she had arranged to meet Ron.
This restaurant is famous for its Japanese hot pot, and Ling Qiu has always wanted to try it, but unfortunately the price is quite high, so she can never bring herself to come.
Upon arriving on the third floor, Ling Qiu spotted Ron sitting at table number 7 from afar.
He would sometimes look out the window, sometimes fiddling with the soda on the table. His features were indeed handsome and outstanding. He was still wearing that black vest. To everyone's relief, Ron didn't have any messy punk hairstyle. Ling Qiu had thought that all street thugs were like that.
She hesitated for a second, then stepped forward and greeted him: "Hello, I'm Ling Qiu."
"Ah, you've come." Ron smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, and Ling Qiu even saw two canine teeth.
"Take a look and see what you want to eat? It's on me!" Ron got up and pulled out a chair for her.
Ling Qiu sat down awkwardly and said, "I can't eat meat products, I can only eat some vegetables..."
"Okay, then let's have vegetable hot pot, it tastes really good." Ron readily agreed. "What would you like to drink?"
Ling Qiu thought for a moment: "Lemonade, please."
Just as Ling Qiu finished speaking, a new blue screen flashed: "This is the kind of stuff you've got your eye on? You're only going to give you a glass of the cheapest lemonade?"
Ling Qiu ignored it, but the pervert clearly wasn't going to give up so easily. In an instant, three blue screens popped up simultaneously, blocking Ling Qiu's entire field of vision.
"You like this kind of look?"
"Or is it your figure?"
"Or do you only love men with no sperm?"
Ling Qiu looked at it and exclaimed, "Wow, her typing speed has increased a lot, and she's even learned some new punctuation marks!"
Others couldn't see Ling Qiu's message content, but they could see screens popping up around her from time to time. Ron couldn't help but ask, "Is something urgent?"
Ling Qiu shook his head and replied calmly, "Recently, the chip has been interfered with by hackers, and it keeps sending me annoying text messages."
Lululan didn't tell Ron that she was a hacker. She only said that she was a poor free person, struggling to make ends meet with the inheritance left by her parents...
“These hackers are so annoying!” Ron said. “Is your security level too low? Do you want to upgrade your chip later? I have a buddy of mine who’s been working on this, and he’s pretty good at it!”
Ling Qiu shook her head, quickly made some settings on the watch, and said, "I can handle it myself."
At the same time, she replied with a perverted message: "Are you curious about what kind of opposite sex I like?"
The other end replied instantly: "Which one?"
Ling Qiu: "Sunny and cheerful."
After she said that, she waited a minute, but the pervert didn't send her any more messages.
The dishes were served quickly. While cooking the vegetables, Ron told her about the interesting things that had happened to him. He seemed very talkative, and even though Ling Qiu was so taciturn, the atmosphere at the dinner table never cooled down.
At this point, Ling Qiu couldn't help but start seriously considering the possibility of a relationship between herself and Ron.
She really wanted to try dating, but because she was a free agent in the past, she felt that no one would choose her, so she never took the initiative to look for anyone.
Ron gave her a good feeling; she didn't feel any discrimination or disrespect from him.
As for whether she's sperm-free or not, she doesn't want children anyway. Even if Ron really can't get an erection, can't they still have a platonic relationship?
Humans are, after all, social creatures. When someone has been alone for a long time, they will always yearn to establish connections.
Ling Qiu's sense of connection was faint, but not so faint as to be completely absent.
And... how should I put it...
While having dinner with Ron, Ling Qiu's gaze was involuntarily drawn to his pectoral muscles—a beautiful tan, firm and sexy… um…
Ling Qiu usually watches several video streamers who are quite maternal.
She tried to look away several times, but was unconsciously drawn in again, until she heard Ron chuckle.
The laugh was brief and slightly teasing. When Ling Qiu realized what was happening, she saw Ron staring at her with a pair of smiling black eyes.
"Do you like it?" He stood up casually and walked up to Ling Qiu. "Want to touch it?"
Huh? This... ah...
Ling Qiu reached out her hand without hesitation.
She thought Ron was joking with her; she really only intended to touch him lightly. But Ron grabbed her hand and pressed it firmly against his chest, even rubbing it against him...
Ling Qiu blushed and her heart pounded.
"Eat, eat." Ling Qiu's voice was hoarse. She kept telling herself that everyone was very open-minded, that this was normal, and that the couple at the table in the upper right corner were even having sex. She was being very restrained.
Ron returned to his seat, smiling, and said, "You're adorable. I rarely see a woman as shy as you."
Ling Qiu felt a sense of unfamiliarity when he used the word "woman." Ron was the first person to call her that. She was already 21 years old and, although she had been a hacker for two years, she had not yet transitioned out of her student identity.
Just then, Ling Qiu, who subconsciously lowered her eyes to avoid Ron's gaze, sensed a strange fluctuation...
The feeling was ethereal, fleeting, and elusive. Before Ling Qiu could even understand what was happening, she suddenly realized that the scenery around her had completely changed...
The table and chairs were misaligned; people sat on the table reaching for their knives and forks on the empty chairs; the lights on the walls were distorted, undulating like ocean waves; and the floor was pitch black, so black that nothing could be seen, even the path was blurred…
Just as Ling Qiu was wondering what was happening, everyone in the restaurant suddenly looked at her. Dozens of eyes met, and everyone's eyes were empty and dark, staring straight at her without any expression. Even the waiters and the chefs in the kitchen bent down and stared at her through the small gap in the food pick-up area.
Ling Qiu felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at Ron sitting opposite her. Ron was the only one who wasn't staring at her, but he was also the most abnormal. He was tightly gripping his neck with his mechanical arm, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he looked like he was about to die.
In just a few seconds, Ling Qiu came to her senses and said, "You should know that if the man I'm dating suddenly dies, I'll be dragged out and shot too, right?"
At the same time, Ling Qiu was certain that the guy was definitely not a superhuman. No superhuman could control everyone to do such crazy things in such a short period of time.
For some reason, Ling Qiu suddenly thought of the Temple, that cult organization.
"Hehehe..."
Suddenly, a clear yet mocking laugh came from above her head. Someone was speaking to her: "Why do you think I would care about your life?"
"You don't mind?" Ling Qiu nodded nonchalantly. "Alright then, I'm still so young, and I've never kissed anyone before."
As she spoke, she stood up from her chair, strode over to Ron's side, and even though Ron's face was contorted in pain, she bent down without hesitation...
Immediately afterwards, Ling Qiu felt a force pulling her away, and she was dragged to a chair and sat down.
Even though Ling Qiu was prepared, she was still surprised by this strange feeling. What exactly is this pervert?
"You..." the voice murmured, sounding somewhat displeased.
Ling Qiu sneered inwardly. Sure enough, the pervert might not care about her life, but he cared a lot about her "chastity." The reason he suddenly appeared and sent her harassing text messages was because she had started chatting with Ron.
What does this mean? Is this pervert clinging to her because she's the only adult virgin in Mante City?!
It shouldn't be that bad.
"What's wrong with you, you pervert? You won't let me kiss other people?" Ling Qiu's icy voice provoked him. "Then come and kiss me."
Although the chances were slim, she still wanted to see if the pervert would show up because of this.
There was no response.
Ling Qiu continued to provoke, "What? You're scared? You're not ashamed of your ugly appearance, are you?"
“Indeed.” She said, while cautiously observing her surroundings to see if anything was amiss. “Ron is really handsome; you can’t compare to him at all.”
There was still no response... But at that moment, Ling Qiu inexplicably felt that strange feeling again, very mysterious, faint and indistinct, and even stronger than before.
The next second, Ling Qiu clearly felt something wet and sticky touch her lips. It was gone in an instant, but Ling Qiu didn't see anything!
Ling Qiu frowned sharply, wiping his lips roughly. Damn it, was that really his mouth?! Had he accidentally put something weird on it?!
The chills assaulted Ling Qiu's senses; it was utterly disgusting. The sensation... felt like kissing a catfish.
Even stranger and softer than catfish...
Ling Qiu felt it was more like a fluid...
"What do you want, Anbot?" Ling Qiu asked while observing their surroundings. "Do you think you can scare me by sending me a few harassing text messages from a dark corner?"
The scene before them was not disrupted; on the contrary, the expressions of the people around them became even more sinister, revealing twisted smiles, like something out of a horror movie.
Ling Qiu figured this pervert probably wouldn't let her out on his own, so she had to figure out a way herself.
She had a feeling, a fleeting, elusive feeling, and if she could grasp it, she had a premonition that she could catch Amber.
That same feeling had just suddenly appeared when she was disgusted by Anbot's kiss.
For this feeling to occur, Anbote must constantly communicate and interact with her.
Ling Qiu continued to provoke him, discovering that this pervert was quite susceptible to it: "Your kissing skills aren't very good, child's play. I thought you could stick your tongue out."
In an instant, a familiar feeling came over him, and Ling Qiu immediately seized the opportunity to connect to the abnormal chat box and made a forced video call to the other side at lightning speed.
The video call connected instantly. Ling Qiu only saw a blurry figure flash by, followed by a series of frantic clinking and banging sounds. The call was abruptly disconnected after only two seconds.
Almost simultaneously, the surrounding scenery returned to normal.
Ling Qiu sneered, a deep interest gleaming in her dark eyes. She slowly typed a sarcastic reply: "So you're shy already? Pervert?"
A note from the author:
Autumn: Pediatrics
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