Yú Chén retorted to Péi Xíngtíng, “Do you think I’m lying to you?”

“Isn’t it?” Péi Xíngtíng said earnestly, “Old Yú, it’s fine to fool your brothers, just don’t fool yourself. If you trick your brother, it doesn’t really matter; you can just laugh it off and it’ll give you some psychological comfort. But saying things like this to trick your brother is pushing it. Think about it, besides your brother, who else would believe your words?”

Yú Chén: “…”

You damn well didn’t believe it either, did you?! Is this what you call a brother?

“Anyway, remember to tell me when you can take a leave, okay? Get treated early and get out of the hospital soon.” Péi Xíngtíng sighed, “For now, just look in the mirror more often every day to slow down the progression of your illness.”

Yú Chén gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, “I’m speaking the truth.”

“I’m speaking the truth too. The Third Prince is an alpha, and so are you. It’s already pretty good that alphas don’t fight each other. Why would he be interested in you, a big alpha with a fishy pheromone and a hard body, when he could be with a sweet little omega who smells nice and has a soft body?” Péi Xíngtíng was puzzled, “You’re not misunderstanding, are you?”

“How could I be misunderstanding? He even invited…”

Yú Chén was about to mention that Yún Xúnlán had invited him to share a bed, but he was worried that he might really be misunderstanding, so he decided to leave himself a way out and said vaguely, “He’s been very nice to me.”

Yú Chén emphasized, “Only to me, no one else.”

Péi Xíngtíng thought of a classic scenario: “The substitute teacher for the Third Prince’s ‘Psychology of War’ class changes unusually frequently. Maybe he’s being nice to you not because he’s interested, but simply wants you to be more patient and stay by his side longer so you can tutor him in ‘Psychology of War.’ And since you’ve never been in a relationship, you might have misunderstood, thinking the Third Prince is interested in you.”

Yú Chén: “…………”

“Old Yú, say something! I’m afraid I hit a nerve and made you speechless.” Péi Xíngtíng urged Yú Chén not to be silent, but then poked him again, “You really haven’t been in a relationship, right? I’m not mistaken?”

Yú Chén didn’t say anything and hung up the phone.

Because Yú Chén realized that this possibility wasn’t impossible.

…What if he really misunderstood?

The more Yú Chén thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He tossed and turned in bed for a long time, feeling that such wild speculation was meaningless. He needed to use facts to determine whether he was misunderstanding or not—whether Yún Xúnlán was genuinely interested in him and wanted to date him.

Just then, there was a perfect way to confirm this right in front of Yú Chén: Yún Xúnlán’s grades in ‘Psychology of War’ were terrible, so he would definitely invite him to tutor him again. He just needed to see if Yún Xúnlán would invite him to sleep together again during their next tutoring session.

If he didn’t, then there was no need to think too much about it; Yún Xúnlán wasn’t interested in him, and the last invitation was just a whim.

If he did, then he would agree to it, sleep in the same bed as Yún Xúnlán, and see how it went. Would anything inappropriate happen?

After all, Yú Chén had slept with other alphas before—when he was serving in the Kāiyáng Legion and conditions were tough, he often squeezed into bed with a few alpha colleagues.

But everyone slept very honestly, not even taking off their shoes. The only physical contact was when someone dreamed of fighting enemies and kicked or punched someone else, which annoyed them so much that they secretly vowed never to sleep with another alpha again, not even one, let alone a group.

Once, Yú Chén was one of those who made such vows.

Not just alphas; he didn’t want to sleep with betas or omegas either—whether it was purely “sleeping” or not, he didn’t want to.

In Yú Chén’s view, love would only slow down his speed in drawing his gun, and desire was the source of all disasters. As a top-tier alpha, how could he be troubled by love? How could he be hurt by desire? He should dedicate his life to his career, living alone and sleeping alone.

That’s why he had never been in a relationship.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to date; it was that being single was more cost-effective.

Who would have thought?

Now he actually had to break his vow and sleep with another alpha.

And this time, the situation he faced was different from before. In the past, the worst that could happen was getting kicked or punched; now, there was the risk of losing his virginity.

In short, sleeping with someone else was an extremely dangerous thing.

Thinking of this, Yú Chén felt inspired.

He turned over and sat up in bed, his brows furrowed, his expression serious, and logged into his StarNet account to update his status:

【Lán: My life feels like walking on thin ice…】

Just three seconds after posting, two private messages came in—

【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: I saw your latest status. Do you have something on your mind? If you don’t mind, we can chat.】

【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: By the way, I’m taking good care of our baby, so you don’t have to worry about it.】

Yú Chén: “?”

What the hell? Why is this online pervert still watching him?

Clearly, he had been very low-key lately, rarely posting updates, and he didn’t dare to speak loudly every day, fearing to alarm the world. He was being so cautious, yet he still couldn’t escape the gaze of this online pervert.

Sure enough, the word “pervert” is like a knife; getting close will lead to misfortune.

Yú Chén distanced himself from him: 【Lán: I mind very much. There’s nothing to talk about with someone like you.】

【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: Can’t we talk about our baby?】

Hell no.

Even though the Sāimǔ company sent him a brand new Comet-S7, Yú Chén felt that his precious Comet-S7 was already dirty, unclean, and tainted by someone else. He had directly asked the Sāimǔ company to deliver the Comet-S7 to his apartment, and he hadn’t seen it yet.

And he hadn’t had the chance to take revenge for the loss of his precious, and now this Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ had the audacity to come and provoke him.

If it weren’t for the lesson that speaking without thinking could lead to retribution, Yú Chén would have definitely cursed.

He had borrowed patience and quality from his future life, and he managed to suppress his anger to reply to Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: 【Lán: That Comet-S7 you bought with your money is yours, and it has nothing to do with me. Don’t use it to get close to me. A person should have basic moral principles, you understand? So I’ll say it one last time: People need dignity, trees need bark, please have some self-respect.】

“…Yú Chén told me to have self-respect again?”

Yún Xúnlán widened his eyes slightly, staring in astonishment at the reply Yú Chén sent him, and asked the system, “Is chatting with him online an act of disrespect?”

Why?

It’s just a private chat, not a nude chat. What’s disrespectful about it?

The system said: “Maybe Yú Chén still hasn’t cleared up the misunderstanding that you’re gay. He thinks you want to be in a gay relationship with him, so you should explain it to him again.”

Yún Xúnlán quickly typed: 【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: Don’t misunderstand, I’m not trying to have a gay relationship with you, and I’m not gay. I just want to be friends and be brothers.】

Heh!

What friends? What brothers?

Just like Yún Xúnlán’s “soulmate” talk, it was just an excuse to sleep with him!

Yú Chén quickly typed: 【Lán: Absolutely not. We’re not compatible, and forcing a brotherhood would be bad luck. Go find someone else.】

Not compatible? No way.

His StarNet account was a secondary account, and the birthday he filled in was all fake. Yú Chén must have calculated it wrong.

But Yún Xúnlán couldn’t reveal his real birthday, or else his true identity would easily be exposed.

…So what to do?

Seeing that the friendship route was blocked and the love route was also failing, Yún Xúnlán could only pull out his last resort to see if he could develop a familial bond with Yú Chén: 【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: If we’re not compatible as brothers, how about we become godfather and godson?】

To ensure this plan would work, Yún Xúnlán deliberately didn’t specify who would be the godfather and who would be the godson, leaving Yú Chén with plenty of freedom to choose.

Unfortunately, Yún Xúnlán’s thoughtfulness went completely unnoticed by Yú Chén.

After reading it, Yú Chén cursed, “…What the hell?”

Damn it, now he’s talking about godsons and godfathers. Is this guy just playing around, or is he indirectly cursing him?

Yú Chén was truly exasperated.

He wanted to curse back, but he was afraid that this pervert would enjoy it and might respond with, “Say more, I love to hear it.”

Yú Chén really couldn’t understand why he had attracted such a persistent online pervert.

Right now, he just wanted to block the “Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ” account.

Otherwise, if he kept reading these perverted comments, Yú Chén would feel like he had become dirty, unclean, and tainted by a wild online pervert.

But it was the same reasoning—blocking him would just prove that he was cowardly, that he was angry, that he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

And what kind of person was Yú Chén?

Someone who could score full marks in ‘Psychology of War.’

He immediately thought of an idea: 【Lán: I only want to be brothers with someone who can score full marks in ‘Psychology of War.’ If you want to be my son, you at least need to score 99. What did you score?】

【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: …】

【Yǎngyú Xīnrǔ: Sorry for bothering you.】

Yú Chén: “?”

That’s it?

First, the Third Prince had eight different substitute teachers in a year, and now a perverted color demon was scared off by high scores in ‘Psychology of War.’ Yú Chén was stunned by this turn of events.

He wondered, “Is this class really that hard?”

“This class is that hard—”

Not long ago, Yún Xúnlán, who had just received a zero score from Yú Chén, pressed his forehead, frowning with worry as he spoke to the system, “Xiǎo Jū, I’m afraid Yú Chén and I won’t be able to do anything.”

“The online world is too deep; you can’t grasp it, which is normal. But in reality, you and Yú Chén are developing quite well,” the system comforted Yún Xúnlán, cheering him on, “And you and Yú Chén haven’t even slept together yet. Think about how many times the male lead in your ‘How to Become Best Friends’ guidebook slept with his good brother before they became close friends? So don’t lose heart now; go sleep with Yú Chén eight or nine times first.”

“As for the godfather-son relationship… let’s wait until you can’t become brothers before discussing that.”

Yún Xúnlán felt that the system’s words made sense.

Moreover, he wasn’t the kind of person who would give up easily.

Once the observation period was over in a couple of days, he would quickly pull Yú Chén into bed to see how it went. Would they have a chance to become good brothers? If they couldn’t become brothers after one sleep, then they could sleep together a couple more times.

After all, he and Yú Chén had ten years to sleep together. What if they ended up sleeping together enough to become close?