Chapter 44: Pure Love Landlord and Black Tenant 12 Good, good smell... Shao Ye...
Good, good smell...
What is Shao Ye... talking about?
[Host!] 778's voice suddenly rang out, [Freshly baked egg tarts! Golden! Crispy! Just the flavor you like! !]
...Oh! Egg tarts!
Ye Ling seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He looked down at the freshly baked egg tarts, relaxed, and turned back to smile at Shao Ye: "It really smells good!"
"It looks super delicious! Shao Ye, you're amazing!"
The malicious smile in the depths of Shao Ye's eyes was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, spreading out in circles.
"I hope it's to Mr. Heye's taste." He turned and placed the fried eggs and toast on the small table, which was already set with tableware. His movements were smooth and flowing. "It's ready to eat."
Feeding plan, the effect is amazing.
Today is the weekend, the weather is sunny and cloudless, it is a good day to go out.
After breakfast, Shao Ye casually told the housekeeper, who was arranging flowers, as if delivering his daily report, "I have an appointment with my advisor at the Moyun Tea House to discuss my project. This afternoon, I'm going to the downtown art museum to see that famous emerging exhibition..."
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Ye Ling, who was pretending to read a newspaper on the sofa but actually had her ears perked up, to hear it clearly.
[Destination itinerary updated!] 778 immediately popped up in Ye Ling's mind, [Hen Art Museum's cutting-edge exhibition, a godsend! Host, it's time to showcase your artistic appreciation and chance encounter skills! This system has quickly downloaded introductions to all the works in the exhibition, temporary cramming data transfer in progress, 1%...]
Ye Ling felt his head sink as a bunch of sophisticated professional terms were forced into his head.
Afternoon, art gallery.
Shao Ye stood alone in front of a large abstract painting, his expression focused. Standing tall and straight, dressed in a simple black shirt and trousers, he seemed remarkably calm in this vibrant, artistic space.
At this moment, a figure trying to pretend to be casual slowly came to his side.
"Hmm... the use of color in this piece is truly... um... bold and impactful!" Ye Ling cleared his throat and recited the line 778 had just given him. "The artist is clearly using this chaotic carnival to deconstruct... deconstruct the plight of the individual spirit within the order of modern civilization?"
Shao Ye turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Ye Ling pretending to be calm with his eyes wandering around. A hint of understanding and a smile flashed across his eyes.
He nodded slightly in agreement, his tone calm, "Mr. Ye is here to see the exhibition too? You have some unique insights."
Only he himself knows what kind of waves are stirred in his heart.
The little golden retriever's clumsy encounter and irrelevant comments... are so cute that it's unfair.
Ye Ling received a positive response, and her heart leaped for joy. Just as she was about to continue her efforts and recite the next professional line prepared by 778 -
"Shao Ye? Mr. Ye? What a coincidence!" A clear voice interrupted with a hint of surprise.
Shen Yuqiu, wearing a well-tailored off-white casual suit, walked towards them with a smile. He was accompanied by several friends who were also very elegant and obviously from the art world.
"Senior Shen." The smile on Shao Ye's face faded instantly.
"Student Chen! What a coincidence!" Ye Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Yuqiu's eyes quickly swept between the two of them, finally landing on Ye Ling, and he smiled sincerely: "Mr. Ye, are you also interested in abstract art? I didn't expect to meet you here. I benefited a lot from our last discussion on classical restoration, and I've been looking forward to finding another opportunity to ask you for advice."
“Ah, classmate Shen, you’re too polite. Let’s learn from each other…” Ye Ling waved her hands quickly, feeling a little embarrassed by Shen Yuqiu’s enthusiasm.
Shao Ye looked at Ye Ling's cheeks, which had slightly flushed and relaxed because of Shen Yuqiu's compliment, and at the atmosphere between them that was difficult for others to interfere with...
The familiar and particularly strong feeling of xenophobia surged into my heart a hundred times more violently than at the charity gala.
Chen Yuqiu pointed at the painting with great interest and said to Ye Ling, "Mr. Ye, your comment just now was really insightful! In fact, I personally feel that beneath the appearance of disorder, this painting hides a fear of losing control..."
He began to explain his more professional views, looking at Ye Ling intently.
Ye Ling was attracted by Shen Yuqiu's professional analysis. She temporarily forgot about 778's mission and Shao Ye beside her, and listened carefully: "Mr. Shen's angle is very interesting..."
Just then.
"Hahaha! Come here!!" A naughty kid holding a huge marshmallow rushed out from the crowd behind him like a small cannonball, screaming and running straight towards Ye Ling who was concentrating.
The body's instincts are faster than the brain's thinking!
"Ye Ling!" A hurried call.
At the same time, a big hand grabbed Ye Ling's wrist with amazing strength and pulled him into his arms!
"Ugh!" Ye Ling felt herself being pulled off balance by a huge force, and her back slammed into a solid and warm chest.
It’s Shao Ye!
The naughty kid holding the marshmallow rushed past where Ye Ling had just stood, bringing up a gust of wind, and a few strands of marshmallow even floated onto Ye Ling's cuffs.
Shen Yuqiu and the frightened Ye Ling were both stunned and looked towards the source of the sudden outburst.
Shao Ye himself was stunned. What had he just blurted out? Not the polite and distant "Mr. Ye," not the distant "Teacher Ye," but... "Ye Ling"?
A few strands of soft golden hair on the back of Ye Ling's head rubbed against the tip of his nose, causing a slight tingling sensation.
He suddenly let go of his hand, as if he had been burned.
He forced himself to tighten his expression and said in a stiff tone: "...You were almost hit."
He pointed at the child who had already run away, leaving only his back, and said in a cold and hard voice: "Running around with that kind of thing in your hand, it's very dangerous if you bump into someone."
"Ah? Oh...oh! Thank you! Classmate Shao Ye!" Ye Ling came back to her senses and thanked him repeatedly, with two red clouds like strawberry marshmallows on her cheeks.
And then... I don't know what to say.
Shao Ye opened his mouth but didn't say anything, and he didn't let go of his hand for a long time.
Shen Yuqiu took the initiative to step forward, breaking the stagnant and ambiguous awkwardness: "Ah, it was a false alarm! I'm glad Mr. Ye is okay."
"Then Mr. Ye, please take your time. We won't disturb you two." After saying that, he winked at his friends, and they turned around and joined the crowd of people visiting the exhibition.
Only Shao Ye and Ye Ling were left standing alone in front of the huge painting.
Ye Ling lowered her head, her mind a tangle of thoughts: [It's over! 778! I screwed up! Shao Ye... he was so mean just now! Did he realize I deliberately ran into him? He even called me Ye Ling... is he mad as hell? He must have realized I'm a stupid, annoying pervert!]
The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, like a wronged little golden retriever that had been drenched in the rain and scolded by its owner.
Shao Ye looked at him, the quail-like figure who wanted to curl himself up into a ball. The jealousy boiling in his chest, the intense annoyance caused by that uncontrolled name, and the brief but clear feeling of warmth and softness in his arms just now...
All kinds of emotions were mixed together chaotically like an overturned paint palette.
But there is also a sour and sweet throbbing, like countless tiny juice soda bubbles, popping out with a "sizzling" sound, and exploding densely in the softest part of the heart, bringing with it a throbbing numbness.
He wanted to say something, to explain that his "ferocity" just now was not directed at Ye Ling?
But when the words came to his lips, they only turned into a more awkward silence.
He tugged at the collar of his shirt in frustration, feeling the air conditioning in the art gallery was far too hot and stuffy. His eyes once again fell on Ye Ling rubbing her wrist, and his annoyance immediately grew even more intense.
Did he just use too much strength?
The two of them remained in a stalemate for a few seconds, each with their own thoughts.
"leaf……"
"Shao..."
As luck would have it, they both spoke at the same time.
They turned their heads almost at the same time, their eyes unexpectedly meeting, doubling the awkwardness.
Ye Ling looked away instantly, as if she were on fire. Shao Ye also lowered his eyelashes somewhat unnaturally, his Adam's apple sliding slightly.
"I'm sorry." Shao Ye finally broke the awkward situation. "It was urgent just now, and I didn't control my strength well."
Before he finished speaking, Shao Ye had already stretched out his hand towards Ye Ling and gently grasped the wrist that had been pulled again.
Ye Ling subconsciously wanted to retract her hand.
"Don't move." Shao Ye tightened his grip.
His fingertips, covered with a thin layer of calluses, covered the pale red finger marks on Ye Ling's wrist, and he slowly massaged in circles. His fingertips caressed the skin, bringing a subtle touch like an electric current.
Ye Ling felt a strange burning sensation spreading through his blood vessels, burning all the way to his cheeks. He froze in place, forgetting even to breathe.
"...Does it still hurt?" Shao Ye suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Ye Ling's face, which was even tinged with an alluring pink at the base of his neck, and saw his eyelashes trembling with nervousness and his bewildered look...
The irritability and annoyance caused by Shen Yuqiu and the loss of control in my heart were strangely replaced by a sense of satisfaction with a kind of evil pleasure.
All the attention, all the embarrassment and panic of his little golden retriever at this moment are just because of him.
...It can only be because of him.
"It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt at all! Thank you, Shao Ye!" Ye Ling pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, and her movement was so violent that she almost knocked over the sign next to her. "I... I suddenly remembered that there is something urgent in the studio! I'll go back first! Shao Ye, you are busy!"
After he finished speaking incoherently, he turned around and stumbled into the crowd of visitors. His light golden hair flashed a few times in panic among the surging heads, and soon disappeared.
Shao Ye stood in place, maintaining the same posture as when he had just held Ye Ling's wrist.
After a long time, he slowly withdrew his hand and gently twisted his thumb and index finger, as if savoring the subtle touch.
The noise of the art gallery once again came into his ears, but Shao Ye felt his mood was brighter than ever before.
He loosened his shirt collar again to relieve the unbearable heat, then turned and walked in the opposite direction of the Ye family mansion.
He arrived at the Time Cafe and sat down at his usual seat.
There was a laptop on the round table, but what was displayed on the screen was not code or documents, but surveillance footage of Ye Ling's top-floor studio.
In the picture, Ye Ling was scratching his short blond hair in frustration, sighing over an unfinished painting on the easel. Sketchbooks and draft papers were scattered on the floor at his feet.
Shao Ye tapped his fingertips lightly on the touchpad, and a split-screen window popped up, zooming in and focusing on the draft papers.
In an instant, countless familiar human body sketches filled the entire screen!
There's his focused profile as he leans against the bedside reading, his smooth back muscles as he stretches in the morning, his arms tensed as he sits at his desk typing code... The lines may be smooth or clumsy, the angles vary, but there's only one model—
That's him, Shao Ye.
One of the photos in particular captured the outline of his abdominal muscles and mermaid line as he took off his shirt and rested his arms on his knees under surveillance that day. The brushstrokes were bold and full of tension.
When he was writing...what was his little golden retriever, the little golden retriever who was so shy and blushed easily, thinking?
Shao Ye picked up the coffee at hand and slowly brought it to his lips.
In the evening, Ye Ling finished her day's work and returned to her bedroom from the studio, and Shao Ye also returned to his basement.
The first thing Shao Ye did when he sat down was to open the newly added monitoring window on his computer——
Ye Ling's bedroom.
The screen lights up, and under the dim and warm sleeping light, the little golden retriever, who has shed the outer shell of an elegant artist, is revealing his nature defenselessly.
He was wearing light blue-green satin pajamas and had a messy head of blonde hair. He looked like an ombre plush toy, rolling around on the luxurious big bed.
He first buried his face deeply in the soft pillow and sighed with satisfaction like a small animal: "So soft... It's so good to have money..."
Then he turned sideways and rubbed his cheek and ear against the delicate fabric of the pillow, making a slight "rustling" sound, as if he was marking his territory.
After a while, he seemed to feel that his posture was not perfect enough, and sat up again with the pillow in his arms. Like a bird carefully building a nest, he used his feet to hook over several pillows piled at the foot of the bed one by one, forming a semicircular nest around himself.
After stacking it, he admired his "masterpiece" with satisfaction for a while before turning around and going to the bathroom.
Shao Ye: “…”
His hand holding the water cup stopped in mid-air, his eyes staring at the screen without blinking, his Adam's apple rolling silently, and an itch as if scratched by a feather appeared at the tip of his heart.
Soon, the bathroom door opened.
Ye Ling walked out with wet golden hair, wrapped loosely in a bathrobe with a slightly open neckline, revealing a large area of her white collarbone.
He stood at the bathroom door and shook his head slightly like a confused puppy.
But that was not enough, he lowered his head and began to swing his blond hair left and right wildly in an extremely wild posture!
The movement was so large that it looked just like a high-speed washing machine running at the highest speed. The water droplets were thrown out by the centrifugal force, drawing shining parabolas under the light.
"Puff..." In front of the computer screen, Shao Ye finally couldn't help but choked on a mouthful of water.
He quickly put down the cup, put his fist to his lips, and his shoulders continued to shake as he tried to hold back his laughter.
When he was about to choke from laughing, Ye Ling finally had enough.
Ye Ling had a head of messy hair that looked like a dandelion, and he seemed a little dizzy. He shook his head, then staggered back to the bed in his slippers, and fell into the nest he had just built. He rubbed it with satisfaction, and his breathing soon became even and long.
The smile on Shao Ye's face lingered for a long time. He looked at the golden figure on the screen, curled up in the pillow and sleeping soundly, and an unprecedented joy and satisfaction filled his chest.
This pleasure soon gave rise to an even stronger desire.
Shao Ye found that he was becoming less and less satisfied with being just an "observer".
He began to wonder what else Ye Ling could do for him.
Those clumsy "perverted" actions, although full of loopholes, were like the most addictive candies that made him unable to stop.
He liked to see Ye Ling making careful preparations for him...even if she always failed. He liked to see Ye Ling getting nervous, blushing, and having her heart racing because of him, yet still forcing herself to act elegant.
But he never forgot the strange encrypted data fluctuations that he captured when Ye Ling was practicing the lines for the encounter - the "thing" hidden in the dark that seemed to be able to influence or even control Ye Ling's behavior.
He is like a black panther locking onto its prey, patient, precise, and striving to kill with one blow.
While Ye Ling was "secretly" drawing him in the studio, he was staring at the computer screen in the basement, his fingers flying.
However, this time what scrolled on the screen was not code, but an encrypted data stream that had been parsed layer by layer.
"Let me see...what exactly are you?"
He set up sophisticated logical traps in the network, trying to lure that "thing" into actively exposing its interface.
Unfortunately, progress was slow and difficult. The encryption method of that "thing" was extremely strange, and the core protocol seemed to use a structure that was not based on existing Earth technology logic.
But giving up is not in Shao Ye's dictionary.
His brows were furrowed, and his fingers tapped out a rhythm of violent storm on the mechanical keyboard. Various characters scrolled rapidly on the screen, constantly impacting the indestructible firewall.
Sweat soaked the strands of hair on his forehead, but he was completely unaware. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, catching a protocol loophole revealed in the instant of data flow conversion, and his fingertips slammed the Enter key!
At this extremely tense moment, on the surveillance screen, Ye Ling in the bedroom seemed to be dreaming of something delicious, and her lips were smacking non-stop.
The corners of Shao Ye's tense mouth curved slightly, and then he concentrated all his attention on the battle in the data world.
The next day.
Ye Ling rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked down the stairs. She glanced at the entrance out of habit - Shao Ye's pair of simple and clean canvas shoes were still neatly placed next to the shoe cabinet.
Today is Monday! He took out his phone and checked several times in disbelief. It was indeed Monday.
Shao Ye, the King of Curls who always went out early in the morning in his impression, actually... stayed in bed?
This self-disciplined academic character, so completely out of character, didn't seem to be a problem for Ye Ling. Instead, he felt a strange sense of joy and closeness, as if he had found a kindred spirit. So... the Curriculum King was human too! He could sleep in like him...
[Tsk tsk tsk, host, the target actually overslept!] 778 took advantage of the situation and said, [This is a godsend opportunity to deepen our care and close our distance. Don't miss it!]
"Yeah! That's what I said... people should combine work and rest!" Ye Ling nodded in agreement, feeling that his identity as a "perverted landlord" was becoming more and more handy.
Reality provided such a perfect opportunity, so of course he had to seize it and go to the basement to "care" about his excellent tenant who had stayed up late and overslept.
Ye Ling walked lightly and slipped down the stairs leading to the basement in her mansion like a thief.
He first carefully put his ear to the door and listened - there was silence inside.
He held his breath, turned the doorknob very lightly and slowly, pushed it open a crack, and crawled in with his back bent.
The basement was dimly lit, with only the computer screen emitting a faint blue light.
As expected, Shao Ye was still fast asleep in bed, the quilt covering him only to his waist, and he was wearing the same dark grey housecoat he had worn last night. His usually stern features relaxed in his sleep, losing some of their sharpness and gaining a rare softness.
The feeling of closeness with fellow humans that Ye Ling felt was bubbling up again: [The way he sleeps... he seems quite well behaved?]
But the next second, his attention was drawn to the light source on Shao Ye's desk.
Next to the laptop that looked ordinary before, there was a brand new mechanical keyboard connected!
Its chassis emits a cool ice-blue glow, and under each floating keycap flows a dreamy RGB lighting effect, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, sometimes like the flow of galaxies, sometimes like a gorgeous dance.
Ye Ling's hazelnut-colored eyes widened even wider, arousing the bird's natural fascination with shiny, dazzling, and colorful objects.
Ye Ling tiptoed, holding her breath, and moved to the desk little by little, carefully approaching the keyboard that exuded fatal temptation.
[Huh? These codes... look familiar?] 778 noticed the densely packed codes on the computer screen, and a ripple of doubt crossed his mind.
However, Ye Ling, who was sharing the same field of vision with it, lowered his body, almost lying on the table, his eyes following the changing light effects on the keyboard without blinking.
"Wow……"
Ye Ling was completely immersed in this wonderful world of light and color, and even unconsciously imitated the rhythm of the lighting effects, nodding and shaking slightly.
So much so that he didn't even notice—
On the bed behind him, the sleeping "King of Curls" had quietly opened his eyes at some point.
In fact, when Ye Ling slipped in like a little mouse, Shao Ye was already awakened by the subtle movement.
His constantly alert nerves allowed him to quickly wake up even when deeply exhausted. But he didn't get up immediately. He just opened his eyes slightly, wanting to see what tricks his perverted landlord was up to.
He saw Ye Ling sneaking in with her back bent, and after her eyes lingered on his face for a brief moment... she was completely captivated by the new RGB keyboard.
Shao Ye lifted the quilt very gently and stepped on the cold floor barefoot without making any sound.
He walked slowly behind Ye Ling, and his shadow almost completely covered the little golden-haired creature immersed in the sea of light.
Ye Ling was completely unaware of this.
Suddenly, dazzling golden ripples erupted from the keyboard, and he unconsciously let out a small sigh: "So bright... So beautiful..."
His head still followed the rhythm of the golden waves, bit by bit.
Do you like gold the most?
Shao Ye curled his lips and leaned down slightly.
His gaze fell on Ye Ling's smooth neck, and then moved to the screen - on which was still the complex code interface where he had worked until the early hours of last night, trying to track the mysterious data fluctuations.
A deep, hoarse voice, thick with teasing, sounded without warning: "Teacher Ye...are you so interested in my new keyboard?"
“!!!”
Ye Ling shuddered violently.
He jumped up in horror, and the back of his head hit Shao Ye's chin, which had not yet fully straightened!
“Ouch!”
"hiss……"
Two screams of pain rang out at the same time!
Ye Ling covered the back of his head which was hurt by the collision, and looked at Shao Ye in horror. Shao Ye was standing nearby, frowning and rubbing his chin. He was almost scared to death!
Shao Ye rubbed his painful jaw and looked at the frightened little bird in front of him, feeling helpless and amused.
"I'm sorry!" Ye Ling stood up hurriedly, holding the table with her hands behind her back. "I didn't mean to do that. I just came... to see why you can't pay it back..."
"Teacher Ye..."
Shao Ye approached slowly, frightening Ye Ling so much that he stopped breathing, but there was a desk and a computer behind him, so he had nowhere to retreat.
Ye Ling simply closed his eyes.
Shao Ye looked at him nervously, as if he was asking for a kiss. His throat started to work, but in the end he just reached out his hand around him and pressed the power button on the computer behind him to turn it off.
"It's okay, no need to apologize."
After the complicated code was covered by the black screen, Shao Ye said with considerable sympathy.
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