Chapter 15: What a Narcissist

Song Yuqing: "..."

88 chimed in, "It feels like he's trying to buy a robot version of you as a sex doll."

Time Machine: "Not for sale to you. Get lost."

F7: "?"

25L: I'm back, but this "Time Machine" is just too much. I suspect he's jealous of Qingqing's beauty. Last time, he wouldn’t let us discuss Qingqing, and this time when I said I wanted to buy a life-sized robot of Qingqing, he told me to get lost.

26L: What kind of person is that? Don’t be so jealous of Qingqing.

28L: But I really fancy that little robot; I want to buy it and give it to Qingqing.

35L: I also want to give it to Qingqing. With a camera installed, it would be like living with Qingqing from a first-person perspective. Just thinking about Qingqing feels so good.

38L: Do you think Qingqing would pleasure himself? If I gave the robot to Qingqing and Qingqing did it in front of the robot, ejaculating into the robot’s mouth, would that count as me giving Qingqing a blowjob?

42L: I also want to give a blowjob; Qingqing’s must be pink and smell nice.

43L: Stop talking, I also want to see Qingqing’s completely naked body. His waist is so slim, and the dimples on his lower back are so obvious. Please, I beg for a first-person view.

56L: Stop talking, I can’t take it anymore. I really want to be SYQ’s mistress. If I can’t be SYQ’s mistress, my little engine is really going to explode.

108L: Wait, shouldn’t you all be attacking "Time Machine" instead? His attitude toward Qingqing is really bad. Stop being perverts here.

Song Yuqing was targeted again because he refused to make a life-sized robot of himself and wouldn’t listen to the vulgar comments about himself.

88 pointedly remarked: "Success because of Qingqing, failure because of Qingqing."

Success in that Song Yuqing’s robot-making skills gained everyone’s recognition, failure in that everyone boycotted Song Yuqing because of Qingqing.

Song Yuqing: "..."

This is too absurd.

Song Yuqing changed his name to — Song Yuqing’s Dream B Rejects Same-Fandom (Does Not Make Song Yuqing Robots).

88: "..."

What a narcissist.

Those attacking Song Yuqing backed off after seeing this username.

Song Yuqing’s Dream B Rejects Same-Fandom—well, that makes sense.

"But your previous tone was too harsh. Even for Qingqing’s sake, you can’t talk like that."

The blinds cast mottled shadows, and the wind blew into the lab, rustling the drafts Song Yuqing had written while making robots.

Calculations for motors, parameters for the robot’s joints, and design sketches filled stack after stack of paper.

The drafts recorded Song Yuqing’s days of intense calculations and repeated revisions done forgetting food and sleep.

Song Yuqing glanced at the incoming message, lowered his head to tinker with the robot for two minutes, then looked up. "Is my robot-making skill that bad?"

The chubby little robots simultaneously shook their round heads like rattle-drums. "No, Master."

"Master is amazing."

Song Yuqing nodded. "I think so too."

His robots were showpieces of technical skill—the combination of numerous joints and parts greatly enhanced the robots’ flexibility, and the highly intelligent human-robot emotional interaction was top-notch in this world.

There was nothing wrong with him; the problem lay with those perverts.

The little robots’ displays uniformly changed to — o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

After buying a bunch of materials, Song Yuqing was once again penniless. The upgraded robots were quite expensive, and on top of that, Song Yuqing had an overstock of little robots.

After powering down all the little robots, Song Yuqing left the lab and returned to his dorm to shower.

After showering, Song Yuqing discovered that all his underwear was gone.

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze. So this was why Pei Huai had been so quiet lately—he was waiting for this moment.

He stole all of Song Yuqing’s things.

88 covered his face. What did Pei Huai steal Song Yuqing’s underwear for?

This only made Song Yuqing’s already tight situation even worse.

It drove Song Yuqing over the edge.

Song Yuqing: "Fa Fa, where is Pei Huai?"

On the training ground, a head of golden hair stood out prominently.

Over ten alphas were simultaneously engaging in a psychic confrontation with Pei Huai.

Song Yuqing stood on the high platform of the training ground, looking down from above. The alpha’s psychic pressure was extremely aggressive, attacking indiscriminately.

It had a significant impact on alphas, and an even greater impact on him, a beta.

His vision began to distort, his hands trembled slightly, and he experienced accompanying tinnitus.

Song Yuqing’s already fair complexion grew even paler, his lips almost devoid of color, his long eyelashes fluttering faintly.

His slender fingers gripped the railing, the tips turning pink from the force.

88: "Don’t stay here; this isn’t a place for you."

Song Yuqing: "I know."

Song Yuqing imprinted these physiological sensations of pressure in his mind.

88 suddenly spoke up, "Don’t think about becoming an alpha. Alphas may be strong, but they die young."

Song Yuqing nodded. Fa Fa was quite good at talking today.

Alphas had secured leadership positions due to their powerful psychic abilities, but fairly, like the genetic lock of an octopus, in this world’s setting, alphas generally had an average life expectancy of only fifty-five years.

The very psychic power that made alphas stand out as leaders was also their constraint.

The more powerful an alpha’s psychic ability, the more likely they were to die young due to psychic instability.

Song Yuqing: "When will Pei Huai die?"

He hadn't seen Pei Huai's outcome in the materials, nor did he know whether Pei Huai would die early due to mental energy turmoil.

88: "..."

"No relevant information retrieved, but..." 88 spoke slowly, "Someone with his S+ level mental energy should die relatively quickly."

Song Yuqing: "Mm."

That's good.

"Is that Song Yuqing?"

Pei Huai's eyes flickered, and he eased up significantly on suppressing the others' mental energy. He looked up casually and indeed saw a slender, delicate-looking figure.

Song Yuqing stood on the viewing platform, looking down directly at him—at him, not at the other alphas.

This realization strangely excited Pei Huai, sparking an impulse to make all the other alphas kneel before Song Yuqing.

Without even realizing it, Pei Huai had placed himself in competition with the other alphas, eager to display his strength before the beta he was attracted to.

It was a blood-spattered, primal instinct of male animals competing for a mate.

The suddenly relaxed mental pressure surged back, even more fiercely and violently this time, leaving no room for adjustment.

The alphas around Pei Huai were the first to buckle, their legs trembling, wanting to kneel but unwilling to do so in front of Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing was also nearly breathless from the pressure, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the railing, his breathing growing uneven.

"He wants to kill me too."

88: "..."

That "too" speaks volumes.

Though Pei Huai’s expression was casual, he noticed Song Yuqing on the viewing platform. The moment Song Yuqing’s fingers tightened on the railing, his face grew even paler.

Realizing something, Pei Huai withdrew his mental energy.

The subsequent training shifted from mental confrontations to physical combat. Without using mental energy to suppress the other alphas, Pei Huai still dominated against ten opponents.

After the fight, Pei Huai’s tall, straight nose was slightly scraped.

Song Yuqing: "Is that it?"

88: "..."

It was clear Song Yuqing was frustrated about not getting his revenge. If Pei Huai hadn’t been beaten until he cried, Song Yuqing might even regret not being able to step in and land a few punches himself.

As soon as he left the field, Pei Huai hurried over to find Song Yuqing. Since Song Yuqing had come to him of his own accord, there was no way he'd let him slip away so easily.

The moment Pei Huai approached, he noticed Song Yuqing seemed unwell.

Pei Huai tsked lightly. Always acting pitiful to make people feel sorry for him. Using pitiful acts to attract alphas.

But he wasn’t an alpha that Song Yuqing could just summon with a finger-snap.

"You came to find me?" Pei Huai spoke condescendingly, as if granting a favor.

Song Yuqing frowned slightly. "Mm."

After stealing his things, he still acted high and mighty. Pei Huai really deserved a beating.

"Come with me," Pei Huai said with a scowling expression, as though Song Yuqing owed him millions in New Currency. "What’s a beta even doing here anyway?"

"Now look at you—ended up in this state by mental energy. Betas are nothing but useless."

Pei Huai looked down at Song Yuqing again. His face was extremely pale, with only a faint pink tint on his lips.

Seeing Song Yuqing like this, Pei Huai felt strangely uncomfortable. "Can you walk? Are your legs weak?"

"If you can’t walk, should I carry you?" Pei Huai raised an eyebrow, speaking flirtatiously.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Damn pervert, trying to humiliate him again.

Song Yuqing’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, his gaze shifting. "No need."

Pei Huai sneered. "You think I want to carry you? Don't get the wrong idea."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Pei Huai is seriously disturbed.

Damn alpha.

Song Yuqing stood up. "You walk ahead."

His legs were indeed weak, each step feeling as if he were walking on marshmallows. He could only try his best to control his movements to appear normal.

Alphas really are a species that deserves to die young.

They should be put on a dog leash.

And beaten hard.

Absorbed in thought, Song Yuqing didn't notice when their positions switched—he was now walking in front, with Pei Huai behind him.

Pei Huai’s gaze never left Song Yuqing, watching him walk like a cold, stiff little robot. Probably because his legs were uncomfortable, he was controlling his movements carefully, every step precise and measured.

A faint, subtle smile tugged at Pei Huai’s lips. He couldn’t understand what kind of inflexible beta Song Yuqing was.

Letting someone carry him wouldn’t cause him to lose anything.

When Song Yuqing’s legs were weak at home, wasn’t it some old man who carried him around?

At that thought, the smile instantly disappeared from the alpha’s lips.

So some old man could carry him, but he couldn’t?

As soon as Song Yuqing entered the locker room, Pei Huai bent down, one hand grabbing Song Yuqing’s wrist, the other moving to wrap around his waist.

Not allowed to carry him?

Well, he would do it anyway.

The moment Pei Huai moved, Song Yuqing coldly kicked out.

Reflexively, Pei Huai stood up straight.

After that kick from Song Yuqing, Pei Huai completely gave up on trying to grab or restrain him. Instead, he seized Song Yuqing's wrist and pinned him against the door.

"Song Yuqing, can’t you hit a little softer?"

"Are you trying to cripple me?"

Pei Huai gripped Song Yuqing's slender waist, holding him tightly. He wasn’t sure if he was more angry or more thrilled about having Song Yuqing in his arms.

His usually restrained pheromones, possessive and intense, enveloped Song Yuqing, smothering him with his gunpowder scent.

Song Yuqing, his face cold, lifted his foot for another kick.

Only then did Pei Huai reluctantly let go of Song Yuqing, though he remained very close, fuming and frustrated.

"Song Yuqing, are you insane?"

"I just saw that you could barely walk and wanted to hold you. That old man doesn’t even pay you and makes you raise his child. Why are you staying faithful to him?"

"Does he fuck you that well? That you’d go this far for him?"

A solid punch landed on Pei Huai's face.

Pei Huai was shut up.

Song Yuqing's crystal-clear eyes were icy and full of contempt. "You're the insane one."

Song Yuqing stared at Pei Huai and coldly questioned, "When you stole every last thing I owned, did you think you were normal? Normal people aren’t like that."

Pei Huai: "."

Pei Huai understood—today, Song Yuqing was here to confront him.

Pei Huai laughed. "So what if I stole your underwear?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

He hated Pei Huai's smirking face the most. He really wanted to slap him a couple more times.

Pei Huai raised an eyebrow. "Stole everything?"

Pei Huai didn’t know his things were all stolen? Was someone else stealing from him too?

Song Yuqing frowned slightly in confusion, looking up at Pei Huai with a faintly scrutinizing gaze.

Pei Huai got off on being stared at.

He lowered his head, wanting to grab Song Yuqing's waist again and pull open his clothes to see. "So, you came over without wearing any underwear? Let me see."

Damn, coming over without wearing anything—Song Yuqing is really fucking addictive.

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: Can't take it anymore.

88: Fight, Song Qingqing, beat Pei Dog even when he’s at a disadvantage.

An explanation about combat power: why Qingqing can beat Pei Dog.

Pei Huai's combat power is indeed relatively strong. But Song Qingqing is unexpected, plus he's agile and fights with his brains, striking ruthlessly. Qingqing fights to win. Later, Qingqing's combat power will further improve; after all, alphas are indeed a big threat. This is part of the series where a young, cool beauty grows into a composed, cool beauty. In the early stages, Qingqing occasionally breaks down—for example, when Pei Dog stole all his underwear, Qingqing was very upset and rushed over to fight Pei Huai.