Chapter 37: Pure Landlord and Black Tenant 05 Even, a bit...
In the novel, Shao Ye is a walking textbook example of a flower on the mountain top!
He was pure and chaste, keeping his chastity intact. Not only in front of Ye Ling, but even in a blind spot where surveillance cameras were not available, in the dead of night, he would never do anything that would damage his reputation.
According to the original novel, during the months of "living together", Ye Ling could only rely on top-level hidden surveillance equipment to secretly spy on Shao Ye. The most revealing content was the occasional collarbone exposed from the collar of Shao Ye's pajamas, and half of his ankle under the trouser legs.
These perks, though only just enough, were enough to make the original owner, a pervert, savor them over and over again as if they were treasures, and he began to plot even more in-depth schemes to take advantage of them...
But an accident occurred during Ye Ling's first observation mission.
On the first day of moving into the Ye Family Mansion, Shao Ye actually took the initiative to unbutton one, two, three... a total of three buttons of his shirt right below the surveillance camera, in the middle of the bedroom!
The fleeting glimpse of the scene just now was etched in Ye Ling's mind like a brand, and it could not be erased. Even more terrifying was that Shao Ye seemed to raise his eyes and look directly in the direction of the camera disguised as a smoke alarm!
Ye Ling suddenly raised her head from the pillow, revealing a pair of frightened hazelnut-colored round eyes.
[No... This is wrong!] He screamed frantically in his sea of consciousness, [778! 778! Get out now!]
After several seconds, 778 was finally awakened from its "standby energy-saving mode." A lazy electronic tone slowly began to play: "Beep... Host's heart rate is detected to be excessive, and adrenaline secretion is abnormal. What happened, host?"
[It's Shao Ye! It's Shao Ye!] Ye Ling pointed an accusing finger at the screen. [Shao Ye! He just now! He was right under the surveillance camera! He unbuttoned his shirt in front of the camera! His collarbone, neck, and... his chest were all exposed. He even glanced at the camera. Did he... already notice the surveillance camera?]
In his mind, 778 immediately entered analysis mode.
First, the original storyline clearly states that the key moment the protagonist discovers the surveillance is after you offer a "million-dollar nude model contract in one hour." This plot point is at least a month away.
778 said in a serious tone, "Secondly, the protagonist's action of unbuttoning his shirt aligns with the common human behavior of 'breathing and relaxing after a long period of desk work.' Please do not over-interpret this, host. Stop panicking and focus on your observation mission! Remember, a pervert needs perverted concentration!"
778's analysis sounded logically sound, with detailed data. Ye Ling had no doubts and continued her spying mission with a guilty conscience.
After a burst of water, Shao Ye came out of the bathroom, his hair half-dried. He picked up his laptop and sat on the bed, his expression focused. The crackling sound of the keyboard reached Ye Ling's ears clearly.
Ye Ling looked at Shao Ye, the cool and aloof academic who was completely focused and immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and her sense of shame suddenly became even stronger.
He tried to concentrate on "observing," but watching humans typing code was hypnotic. Less than half an hour later, Ye Ling's eyelids began to droop, and his head nodded like a bird pecking at millet.
Shao Ye's posture on the screen didn't change much, his waist was straight, only his fingers were flying.
[778...I can't hold on any longer...] Ye Ling muttered vaguely in his mind.
[Okay.] 778 was quite considerate. [Host, please conserve your energy and fight again tomorrow! Remember, even perverts need plenty of sleep.]
Ye Ling felt as if she had been pardoned. She crawled back to her soft big bed using her hands and feet and fell asleep.
As the night deepens, everything becomes silent.
In the basement, the cold glow of the laptop screen was the only light source, dimly illuminating Shao Ye's cold features. He finally pressed the Enter key, and the scrolling code stopped.
However, what was displayed on the screen was not some boring code or learning materials, but an extremely complex network topology diagram.
Countless lines intertwined, and several flashing red dots clearly marked the source of the data flow. The final convergence point, specially marked and enlarged, pointed to the IP address of the top-floor studio of the Ye family mansion.
Shao Ye's fingertips slid and clicked lightly on the touchpad. Several highly encrypted folders quickly appeared on the screen. One of them was named "House_Eye." When it opened, it contained several pages of live surveillance footage and playback recordings neatly arranged inside.
The picture shows every corner of the Ye family mansion: the gate, the courtyard, the corridor, the living room... and the camera images aimed at the basement from different angles.
Desk, bed, bathroom door, even the corner of the bookshelf... up and down, left and right, all around, no blind spot. Twelve perfectly hidden cameras recorded his movements in the basement in detail on the screen.
Shao Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.
But the shock was fleeting, and his face did not show any panic, nausea, fear, or even a trace of disgust.
He even overcame his human instincts and didn't look at the cameras in the room.
He did not reveal any clues, and even the mission system from an advanced civilization would find it difficult to capture any of them.
He just calmly examined the images. After confirming the location and coverage of all monitoring points, he closed his laptop with an expressionless face as if nothing had happened.
The room fell into darkness.
Under the all-around surveillance, Shao Ye lay down peacefully and closed his eyes. It was as if what he had just discovered was not the truth that he was under strict surveillance, but only confirmation that tomorrow would be a sunny day.
The next afternoon.
Ye Ling, with messy golden hair and two faint dark circles under her eyes, was staring blankly at an abstract block of color on the canvas.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the studio door.
"Come in." Ye Ling replied casually.
The door opened, and it was Shao Ye. He must have just returned from school, wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with an upright posture and a calm, even aloof expression as always.
"Mr. Ye." Shao Ye's voice was clear.
"Ah? Shao Ye? Good afternoon!" Ye Ling was startled and almost knocked over the palette in his hand.
He quickly put down his tools, forced a gentle smile, and stood up to greet him: "What's going on?"
At the same time, the drum in my heart began to beat again: [How did he get up here? Was he really discovered last night?]
Shao Ye did not look at Ye Ling immediately. He stood at the door, his eyes slowly wandering around the studio, seemingly casually sweeping over the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the workbench piled with painting supplies, the scattered paint tubes... Finally, it landed on the huge bookcase filled with heavy hardcover art books.
His eyes were focused and sharp, as if they could penetrate the gorgeous covers on the bookshelf and see the unknown side behind the bookcase.
Ye Ling's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
[What is he looking at? Could it be...] Ye Ling's heart skipped a beat.
This bookshelf is the perverted and world-renowned "masterpiece" that 778 boasts about.
One of the fake books is a hidden button. Just push it lightly and the bookcase will rotate 180°, revealing the densely packed surveillance screens inside.
Shao Ye's gaze finally stopped at a book in the middle of the bookshelf called "Complete Works of Classical Human Sculpture Art". The cover was a nude statue of David that was extremely masculine.
He estimated that given the artist's hobbies and interests, the mechanism was probably there.
"Is there something wrong with you?" Ye Ling's nervous voice interrupted his observation.
Shao Ye had already confirmed it. He retracted his gaze and turned to Ye Ling, still with that calm expression.
"Hmm..." He frowned slightly, revealing just the right amount of confusion for a simple college student. "The pipe under the basement sink seemed to be leaking last night, and the floor is a little wet. I don't really understand this, could you take some time to check it out for me?"
According to the original character, the wealthy landlord who lives a life of luxury would never do such trivial matters himself. A professional repairman would come to the door with just one phone call.
However, Ye Ling hadn't yet become a qualified pervert, and he wasn't very experienced in dealing with people, so he subconsciously wanted to refuse: "Then I'll ask the property management..."
Before he could finish his words, 778, who had been silent all night, suddenly became excited: [Host! Host! What did I hear? What kind of opportunity is this?!]
778's electronic voice crackled excitedly, "The target actually invited you, a pervert, to his room, deep into his private territory! Oh my god! I knew you, host, were worthy of my careful selection, a natural born pervert genius! This progress, this efficiency! It's textbook-level! Hurry and agree to his request! Points! Freedom! Master! They're all beckoning you!!!"
Ye Ling was so shocked by 778's perverted hymn that he was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. The corners of his mouth twitched: [……]
He looked at Shao Ye's calm face, which seemed to be asking for help, and then looked at the crazy flashing virtual light ball of 778 in his mind...
"...Okay," Ye Ling said, trying to sound like a considerate landlord. "I'll go check it out."
"Thank you for your help." Shao Ye nodded slightly and moved aside to make way for the door.
Amid the cheers of 778, Ye Ling followed Shao Ye downstairs, feeling very nervous.
Arriving in the basement, Ye Ling pretended to squat at the bathroom door, examining the brand new, dry water pipe joint, rubbing her fingers randomly over it: [778, is this... is this leaking? ]
[Stupid host! The problem isn't the pipe! It's the opportunity!] 778 instructed urgently, [The target asked you to come in. That's the signal! It's trust, the first step to closing the distance! Quick! Use your perverted observation skills! Check the color of his sheets, see if there's any hair on his pillow, see if there's anything in the trash can...]
Ye Ling: [...Shut up!]
At this moment, Shao Ye, who was standing behind him, suddenly said, "Mr. Ye, please wait a moment. Your assistant told me last time that there were spare water pipe gaskets. I'll go to the storage room to look for them." After he said that, without waiting for Ye Ling to react, he turned around and left the basement.
Ye Ling couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she watched Shao Ye disappear at the door.
But he had no idea that Shao Ye's target was not the storage room, but the studio on the top floor.
Shao Ye quickly returned to the studio and gently closed the door. His sharp eyes locked onto the bookcase again. He didn't even need to scan to confirm whether the studio had any surveillance cameras—he had already hacked in and carefully checked last night.
Ye Ling's surveillance is only external, not internal.
Haha, how interesting.
He walked straight towards the target he had just confirmed, "The Complete Works of Classical Human Sculpture Art".
He tried pushing it in gently.
“Click.”
The next second, the huge bookcase began to rotate smoothly like a magician's mechanism.
The heavy book cover quickly passed by his eyes, revealing the true appearance inside.
Just as he expected.
An entire wall was densely packed with twelve high-definition LCD screens, showcasing every corner of the basement in full view, from his bed, to his desk, to the common areas where he moved around...
There are even a few close-ups of his desk and bedside.
At this moment, the surveillance screen clearly showed Ye Ling squatting on the ground at the door of the basement bathroom, poking at the innocent water pipe joint with a confused and entangled look on his face.
Shao Ye watched Ye Ling on the screen trying hard to play the role of a "plumber" with great interest for a while.
Then, he slowly took out a black plastic bean smaller than a button from his jeans pocket.
A tiny pinhole camera.
He walked over to the sofa where Ye Ling often sat. His eyes swept over the inside of the armrest. There was a decorative rivet there, one of which was slightly loose.
Shao Ye's fingers deftly removed the "rivet." He then precisely inserted the miniature camera into the inconspicuous hole.
After finishing all this, he casually put the replaced real rivet into his pocket and cleaned up the ends. He took one last look at Ye Ling on the screen, who was still struggling with the water pipe, and the curve of his mouth gradually deepened.
He raised his hand and gently pushed the heavy mechanical book.
“Click.”
The bookcase spun again, hiding the entire surveillance screen behind the ornate book covers. The studio returned to its original state.
Shao Ye turned around, his face still expressionless, and left the studio calmly.
Shao Ye returned to the basement as if nothing had happened.
After Ye Ling finished the inspection, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and told him, "There's nothing wrong with the water pipe."
Then he added considerately: "Next time you have any problems, feel free to come to me. You're welcome!"
Shao Ye's lips curled slightly: "Okay, thank you Mr. Ye."
Unexpectedly, that icy face could also reveal such a smile. Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and left.
"Host, you truly are the king of perversion!" 778 praised in his mind. "It's only been two days, and the protagonist's trust in you is already so high! When he discovers your rotten insides... Tsk, t ...
Ye Ling: "..." As long as the task can be completed successfully, it will be fine.
That night, Shao Ye came out of the shower with wet black hair.
The water droplets on the black hair kept dripping, along the smooth lines of the neck, sliding over the slightly rolling Adam's apple, and finally sinking into the collar of the loose cotton T-shirt, leaving a winding water mark.
The collar of the T-shirt was soaked through and stuck to the skin, outlining the shape of the collarbone and a little bit of the outline of the chest muscles.
He just walked around the bedroom, holding a towel and slowly wiping his hair. He even happened to stay for a long time under the ultra-wide-angle camera disguised as a wall lamp, slightly tilting his head to let the water droplets slowly drip from the ends of his hair, like a beautiful slow motion in a movie.
Ye Ling, who was observing the surveillance: "!!!"
My mind was screaming like crazy: [778! He…his clothes are soaked! They're soaking wet! Is this even reasonable?! Where's his manliness? Where's his insulation? Isn't he afraid of catching a cold?!]
778 calmly replied: [After testing, it is inferred that the target's behavior follows the human logic of 'saving time, air drying naturally' and 'personal hygiene preference'. Please rest assured, host, do not over-infer the target human based on bird habits. Continue to observe the details of his life!]
Ye Ling: “…”
The next night, Shao Ye sat at his desk typing code as usual.
But!
He wasn't wearing his usual formal shirt, not even a short-sleeved one, but... a tight-fitting black racerback vest.
The black stretch fabric tightly wrapped around his powerful shoulders and arms, and as he tapped on the keyboard, the outlines of his latissimus dorsi and biceps were faintly visible. His physique was no less impressive than that of an athlete.
He frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and looked focused, which made him look even sexier.
Occasionally, he would raise his hand while thinking about a difficult problem, and his knuckles would rub against his jawline... Every tiny movement was captured clearly by the ultra-high-definition camera.
Ye Ling's throat tightened as he watched. He felt like a true voyeur, completely absorbed in the role he was playing.
[Host! The target is in deep thought!] 778 diligently analyzed, [Please seize this opportunity to record his unique body language patterns. This will be of great value in understanding the target's personality!]
778 even considerately enlarged the close-up of Shao Ye's hands as he typed on the keyboard. His slender fingers danced on the keyboard, with distinct joints and full of power.
Ye Ling looked at the close-up and felt her fingers getting hot: [778! I'm a pervert, not a hand control!]
778 yelled even louder: [Compared to a pervasive pervert like you, hand control is nothing!]
That being said.
But Ye Ling felt like she was about to suffocate!
What made him collapse even more was yet to come.
Shao Ye on the screen suddenly stopped tapping.
He seemed to need to look up some information, so he stood up and walked towards the bookshelf against the wall. As if intending to reach the hardcover reference book on the top shelf, which was as thick as a brick, Shao Ye stood slightly on tiptoe, his arms stretched out, and the smooth lines of his shoulders and arms were tense.
At this moment, the hem of the loose gray home clothes was lifted up directly under the dual effects of gravity and movement!
The six-pack abs, which are lean, tight, with clear lines and distinct barriers, occupy the entire surveillance screen without any obstruction through the hidden camera in the bookcase.
The clear mermaid line sinks into the edge of the elastic band, full of youthful, vigorous and imaginative power.
Ye Ling: “!!!”
His cheeks flushed visibly.
778 calmly analyzed: [Host, don't panic! The goal is to retrieve items from a high place. The displacement of clothing is a physical phenomenon and is unavoidable.]
Ye Ling couldn't listen any more! He suddenly jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly turned the bookcase back, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.
Then he threw himself onto the sofa and covered his face with the pillow.
[Ahhh! I don't want to watch anymore! 778, did he do this on purpose?] Ye Ling huddled in the pillow, filled with shame and indignation.
He is just a bird, a clumsy novice who plays the role of a pervert. How could he have experienced this level of perverted test?
In the basement, Shao Ye flipped through the heavy reference book a few times and put it back in its place. He walked to the desk and took a sip of water from the cup.
He looked at the computer screen through the privacy film. At this moment, a special monitoring window was displaying the connection status of the top-floor studio.
Shao Ye tapped his fingertips lightly on the touchpad, and an encrypted folder was opened. Inside was a real-time, synchronized video clip from the surveillance camera in the top-floor studio.
The privacy film ensures that only the angle he is in can see the content on the screen, and the camera behind him is blocked by his standing posture.
He openly opened the surveillance video of the top-floor studio, dragged the progress bar, and carefully checked every move of the blonde landlord.
Sometimes shy, sometimes crazy, extremely embarrassed but always staring wide-eyed, trying to peek at myself...
This made Shao Ye in a very good mood, and his naturally cold thin lips actually raised a clear and happy arc.
This strange landlord seemed more interesting than he had imagined.
Even, kind of... cute?
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