Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Yang Yuguo and the others were so excited that they clenched their fists and let out ape-like hoots. The thrill of such perfect teamwork was no less than hitting a grand slam home run—it was utterly exhilarating!

The onlooking staff also cheered enthusiastically, clapping fervently. That triple play was simply spectacular. Even in professional games, such a beautiful play is rarely seen.

Lu Zheyuan, overwhelmed with excitement, sprinted toward Lu Ke.

He was the outfielder who had been off his game earlier.

Playing in the outfield is usually boring and exhausting, and by the end, he had become sluggish and missed covering his position. Who would have thought Lu Ke could be so amazing, snagging the ball from way out there?

Having such a teammate is absolutely incredible!

The key to their team's triple play was undoubtedly Lu Ke. If she hadn't caught the ball, or if she had been even a fraction slower in throwing it, or if her aim hadn't been so precise—forcing Feng Yiyan to dive for the catch—then getting up and throwing again would have been too late, and the opponent would have successfully run the bases.

So, Lu Ke is truly phenomenal.

Like a miracle!

Men love to pile on their teammates after a win, celebrating like crazy. But when Lu Zheyuan rushed up to Lu Ke and saw the gorgeous woman before him, he felt that such antics would be disrespectful, so he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

At that moment, Yang Yuguo came charging in like a madman. Just before reaching Lu Ke, he dropped to his knees, sliding forward with arms outstretched in a worshipful slide, startling Lu Ke.

"Ahhh, you're amazing! You're not just a little maid—you're a freaking goddess!!!" Yang Yuguo shouted from his kneeling position, his voice rising with excitement.

After the triple play, he was grinning from ear to ear.

He didn't care about anything else. He got up, scooped Lu Ke onto his back, and galloped across the field like a wild horse, venting his excitement.

"I want to light up some fireworks to celebrate! Doesn't this deserve a fireworks display?!"

In MLB games, when a batter hits a home run, the stadium lights up some fireworks, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Lu Zheyuan, joining in, laughed and replied, "Where are you going to get fireworks?"

"I'll have someone buy them now!"

"Fireworks are illegal in the city!"

Lu Ke, perched on Yang Yuguo's back, looked around with sparkling eyes.

Dogs don't usually get to hitch a ride on humans—this was so much fun!

Qiu Jiapo took off his cap and dumped a bottle of water over his head. Seeing Yang Yuguo carrying Lu Ke and running toward him, he laughed heartily, grabbed the bottle, and sprayed them with water, grinning ear to ear.

The others joined in the wild celebration.

A baseball team consists of nine players. Besides Lu Ke and the five privileged guys, there were three professional players on the team, who were also thrilled with the win.

The team had a rule: the group that accompanied these rich kids in a match and won would each receive a 50,000 yuan bonus.

They had thought they'd lost the bonus, but who could have expected they would pull off a miracle at the last moment? Who wouldn't be thrilled?

As everyone surrounded them, spraying water, Yang Yuguo got soaked to the skin, and Lu Ke, on his back, was also drenched.

But the weather was hot, and the water was refreshing. Lu Ke was simply happy. Midway, she spotted Feng Yiyan, her eyes lighting up. She immediately abandoned Yang Yuguo, jumped off his back, and ran over to Feng Yiyan.

As she ran up to him, Lu Ke's face said it all—it was undeniably adorable.

So Feng Yiyan, also caught up in the excitement of victory, did something he wouldn't normally do—he lifted Lu Ke's baseball cap and ruffled her hair, complimenting her with restraint: "Nice job!"

Lu Ke blinked her eyes, looking a bit dazed after her hair was ruffled.

Feng Yiyan thought she might complain about him messing up her hair, but to his surprise, the next second she leaned her head forward and eagerly exclaimed, "Do it again! I want more head pats!"

In Lu Ke's world, being petted on the head by her owner is equivalent to being praised, and she absolutely loves it!

Feng Yiyan was momentarily stunned, suddenly remembering that she was a fervent fan, and a very honest one at that.

He withdrew his hand, his smile fading slightly. "No more petting, let's keep it cool, little fanatic."

Although he stopped smiling, there was still a hint of amusement in his eyes, and his expression remained warm, clearly not truly displeased by her eager request for head pats.

But Lu Ke was disappointed.

"No more head pats? Really?" It had been ages since her owner last petted her.

Just then, another large hand reached out from behind, covering her head and vigorously ruffling her hair.

It was Qiu Jiapo.

Feng Yiyan was a bit surprised, his gaze fixed on him.

Qiu Jiapo looked at Lu Ke, his smile as bright as his golden hair. The young master of the Qiu family had dyed his hair a true platinum blonde, not the usual yellow you see around. The sunlight turned his hair into a translucent light gold, matching his flamboyant features perfectly.

He asked Lu Ke with a smile, "If Feng Yiyan won't pet you, can I give it a try?"

Feng Yiyan scoffed inwardly.

He thought, asking for embarrassment. She's my fan; does he really think she'll be just as happy with anyone else petting her?

To his surprise, Lu Ke immediately turned around with a look of excitement and loudly exclaimed, "Yes!" Her voice was clear and loud, brimming with anticipation.

"?" Feng Yiyan doubted his ears.

Is this how she shows her fandom? Just last night she was calling me her god and all that, and now anyone will do?

Whatever, whoever wants this fan can have her; he doesn't care.

Feng Yiyan turned away with a scoff, heading to the staff area to get some water. After playing for so long, he was really thirsty.

As he left, his spot was quickly taken by others.

"I want to give her a pat too!" Yang Yuguo eagerly squeezed in.

Lu Zheyuan also came over.

Lu Ke was surrounded again, standing obediently as each of them took turns giving her head pats, even lowering her head slightly to make it easier for them.

Most dogs are friendly and love attention, and Lu Ke was an especially outgoing one. She was overjoyed to get praise and affection from humans. If she still had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

Yang Yuguo looked down at Lu Ke, petting her and couldn't help but say softly, "So obedient," his eyes lighting up.

Honestly, it didn't feel that great. Lu Ke's hair was hot and sweaty from the sun, but they all enjoyed petting her nonetheless.

Nan Feng, seeing everyone else joining in, hesitated for a moment before he couldn't resist and gently petted her head too. Lu Ke immediately leaned her head towards him, asking for more.

She's really so well-behaved...

Nan Feng's hand hesitated for a moment.

He had a somewhat intimidating look, with a broken eyebrow, a cold and hard bone structure, and a pair of cold, fierce eyes that made people avoid him on the street.

But now, those cold, fierce eyes looked a bit dazed. After a second, he slowly put his hand back on her head, his large, bony fingers vigorously rubbing her hair, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, feeling as happy as if he had just petted an adorable puppy.

Several boys gathered around Lu Ke, gleefully petting her head.

Maybe it was the backlight, Feng Yiyan's face looked a bit dark at this moment.

The system grumbled unhappily, "Why are they still petting her? A quick pat should suffice."

Then it cursed at Feng Yiyan, "What kind of dad are you? When Lu Ke was a dog, you were so unhappy when others petted her, but now you don't care? Go and stop them!"

Of course, Feng Yiyan couldn't hear the system's curses.

He looked away, his gaze fixed on the ground, his thick, long lashes drooping, his expression cold as he took another sip of water. His neck was slender, his Adam's apple prominent, and it moved noticeably as he drank, radiating a cool, sensual allure, with sweat dripping from his temples.

The women nearby couldn't help themselves and, knowing it was taboo, still went over to offer him tissues.

Each one offered something different: one handed over a regular tissue, another a neatly folded handkerchief, and another a wet wipe.

The scene was somewhat reminiscent of the moment in "Sicily" where the heroine is surrounded by men vying to light her cigarette, except Feng Yiyan didn't accept any of them. He just gave them a casual glance and ignored them all.

On the other side.

Yang Yuguo, who was petting her head with the most enthusiasm and seemed to have no intention of stopping, was both happy and troubled.

The handsome young man, standing at 1.88 meters tall, looked down at Lu Ke with a smile, sighing in a troubled tone, "Why are you so naive? You could easily be tricked by bad boys like this."

Red Soul finally had enough, "Damn, aren't you guys the worst? Stay away from her!"

Pink Soul worried, "Will these young masters look down on Lu Ke?"

After finally gaining their respect through her impressive athletic skills, what if they now think Lu Ke is too casual and eager?

They don't know that Lu Ke was once a dog, and that her desire to be petted has no other meaning—it's just a pure request for praise. Will they think Lu Ke is interested in them, trying to climb up the social ladder?

Just the thought of it made their entire souls uneasy.

They knew all too well how these young masters treated women who pursued them.

Beneath the playfulness lay a deep-seated contempt, with no respect at all, especially if the woman was poor—then she was treated as nothing more than trash, leaving a chilling, lingering shadow.

The system was also extremely worried.

Both souls and the system urged Lu Ke not to let them pet her head anymore, but Lu Ke turned a deaf ear. It had been so long since she had been petted by humans.

Red Soul, "Quick, shock her."

System deadpanned, "No points left."

Red Soul, "Are you really that poor?"

System, "Heh heh heh."

It wasn't that there were no points left, but the remaining points had to be used sparingly.

The point reward rules were that if the host completed the conquest mission, they would receive a nine-figure astronomical number of points; completing the storyline would earn a four-figure consolation prize, and points were crucial for reincarnation.

All hosts are people who have already died in their original world.

Without reincarnation, the soul would drift endlessly, trapped in an involuntary cycle of rebirth.

A four-digit score is only enough for a random human reincarnation, possibly into a family so poor they can't afford food, or with a gambling-addicted father. It might also result in being born extremely ugly, congenitally disabled, or both.

A five-digit score ensures a decent reincarnation, with a well-proportioned face and a moderately well-off family.

A six-digit score is needed for a top-tier reincarnation, with loving parents, a wealthy family, superior looks, and even the choice of gender.

The system thinks it's already good enough if Lu Ke can just complete the storyline; success in the conquest is absolutely impossible.

How many scheming and clever people have failed in this world, let alone a clueless fool like her? She wouldn't even know how she died.

But the system can't bear to see her reincarnate into a poor situation.

Sigh, after raising her for so long, it's grown attached, so it decides to subsidize with its own points.

Now every point it has is precious and can't be wasted, otherwise, it definitely won't be enough for Lu Ke.

The heart of a parent is truly pitiful.

It sighs deeply, then turns its blame toward Feng Yiyan.

Why doesn't this dad know how to handle things?!

Feng Yiyan, who just finished half a bottle of water, also thinks the others are being excessive. Looking at the surrounded fool, his lips tighten, and a cold smile flickers in his eyes.

So happy to be used like that. Luckily, she's not his sister, or it would be maddening. He wonders how her family raised her, a girl without any sense of gender boundaries or self-protection.

Then he suddenly remembers the news about Lu Ke's father, who drowned early while saving someone, and the cold smile fades, his face pausing for a moment.

Indeed, this fool really had no one to teach her.

"Alright, if you keep rubbing her hair, it's going to catch fire. Are you trying to start a fire to cook?"

He walks over with a cold expression, shooing people away, his tall frame looming protectively beside her. He reaches out and places a baseball cap on her messy head.