The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 225 (Patreon)

Chapter 225

Yuan Junrui naturally withdrew his hand and smiled at Ling Chunann, "Since the junior brother still has things to do, I'll take my leave first."

Ling Chunann responded with a smile, "Thank you, Senior Yuan."

Back in the car, Tang Shouxu took Ling Chunann's right hand and gently stroked it, "Baby, did you shake hands with him just now?"

"Yes," Ling Chunann looked at Tang Shouxu, "Did you notice anything?"

Tang Shouxu nodded, "This person is not simple. His cultivation is deeper than yours now. Although I can't tell if he has any ill intentions, you need to be careful."

Such a powerful hidden figure? 098 tried to recall Yuan Junrui's behavior just now, but besides his extraordinary calm and composure, it really didn't notice anything else unusual.

Ling Chunann wasn't particularly surprised. Although his cultivation might not be as high as Yuan Junrui's, he could sense that Yuan had left something on him before. He didn't remove it, just wanted to see what Yuan was really up to.

But since Tang Shouxu noticed, that was that.

Seeing Ling Chunann's thoughts, Tang Shouxu gently pinched his face, "Baby, if there's anything you need help with, just let me know. Don't take risks on your own."

"Okay." Ling Chunann smiled and leaned in to hug Tang Shouxu, "A-Xu is the best."

Tang Shouxu stiffened, his gaze deepening a lot, and it took him a while to gently pat Ling Chunann's back and kiss his earlobe, "Baby, sit tight, we're going to drive now."

After Ling Chunann sat upright, Tang Shouxu fastened his seat belt and then started the car.

098 quietly asked, "Host, why has the adult become so reserved this time?" The host had thrown himself at him without any reaction. If it weren't for that gaze, it would have thought the adult had become indifferent this time.

Ling Chunann said, "I'll be fifteen next month."

098: "..." It actually forgot the host was underage.

Since then, perhaps due to the busy academic schedule of the last semester of high school or other reasons, Yuan Junrui rarely had time to interact emotionally with Ling Chunann. So, until the college entrance examination was over, Ling Chunann and Yuan Junrui maintained a relationship that was neither close nor distant, just like strangers. However, Han Chen, the male lead, would occasionally come to Ling Chunann to make his presence felt, and their relationship seemed to have improved a lot.

On the day of the high school entrance examination, as Ling Chunann left the examination room, many classmates greeted him, and he responded to each. Pretending not to see several girls blushing and pushing and shoving, hesitating to speak, he asked Han Chen, who came up to him, "Chen Ge, aren't you supposed to be in class today?"

Han Chen glanced around at the eyes eagerly watching Ling Chunann and pulled him, "Let's walk and talk."

Finally breaking through the crowd, Han Chen breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Xiaoyan, you're really popular."

Although Ling Chunann had only been at Nancheng Middle School for half a year, his fame had been high from the first day he enrolled. Everyone spoke of him with a few adjectives: good-looking, excellent grades, good character, in short, a model student.

Because of this, Ling Chunann had countless admirers in the school. The few who didn't like him and tried to slander him seemed to always inadvertently suffer bad luck, like the incident with Teacher Lan, who choked on water and injured his trachea in the hospital for a month after trying to smear Ling Chunann's reputation. Now, he would take a detour whenever he saw Ling Chunann.

Ling Chunann did not inquire about who was behind these incidents, but 098 had many guesses. It thought it might be Tang Shouxu, the overprotective guy, or the host himself, who holds grudges, but it dared not say it out loud.

Hearing Han Chen's words, Ling Chunann smiled somewhat embarrassingly, "Where? Chen Ge, you're joking."

"Ha ha, don't be modest. Just now, when I came over, I heard at least five or six people planning to confess to you after the exams," Han Chen laughed heartily. "If I hadn't pulled you out, you'd probably be surrounded by girls now."

"Chen Ge, stop teasing me," Ling Chunann also laughed, "How come you're here?"

"I don't have classes this afternoon, so I came to see how you were doing," Han Chen took Ling Chunann's backpack, "How did the exams go?"

"It

was okay. Getting into our school shouldn't be a problem," Ling Chunann answered casually.

"Good."

Then, Han Chen began to tell some recent funny stories, and Ling Chunann didn't interrupt him, listening with a smile.

098: "Host, why do I feel that this male lead is a bit strange?" From their first official meeting, the male lead's attitude towards Ling Chunann was incredibly enthusiastic, and no matter how cold Ling Chunann was, his enthusiasm never waned. It didn't believe he had no ulterior motives.

"Hmm?" Ling Chunann said, "You're just noticing now?"

098: "Ah?"

"I thought you'd have realized he's coveting my beauty," Ling Chunann added.

"..." Successfully choked again, 098 didn't notice the deep meaning in Ling Chunann's eyes.

"By the way, isn't Uncle Tang coming to pick you up today?" At the school gate, Han Chen looked around, surprised not to see Tang Shouxu's car.

"Yeah, he's busy today," Ling Chunann replied, touching the mark on his wrist.

"Is that so? Then, Xiaoyan, do you want to go for a meal together? To celebrate you finally finishing the exams," Han Chen invited.

Ling Chunann hesitated, "But..."

"It's just a meal. Yang Ge is also there. You wouldn't refuse, right?"

Ling Chunann checked the time, "Okay then, but I need to be home by nine."

"No problem," Han Chen replied with a smile.

Over the past half year, Han Chen had grown a lot taller, while Ling Chunann hadn't changed much, so now he looked a head taller than Ling Chunann.

Han Chen's originally ordinary features had matured a lot, and although he hadn't become handsome or dashing, he was much more pleasing to the eye than before. In the past few months, Ling Chunann had even seen several girls sending him love letters.

098: "Host, why do you need to be home by nine?" The adult had never restricted Ling Chunann's activities, and according to the original story, tonight was the night the male lead encountered another turning point in his life. Why was the host leaving so early?

Ling Chunann didn't answer and went to the bike shed to get his bicycle, heading towards the city center with Han Chen.

The restaurant was a mid-to-high-end star-rated hotel in the city, not expensive in Ling Chunann's view, but famous for its good taste. However, even so, this was clearly not something Han Chen, a normal student, could afford.

Ling Chunann looked at Han Chen, who gave him an innocent smile, "Let's go in."

098: "Host, Mr. Cao's family, the security guards from your community, and a few friends are all here." It seemed that all the people close to Ling Chunann were here.

However, Han Chen did not invite Yuan Junrui, perhaps intentionally.

After the meal, Ling Chunann took his leave early, refusing others' offers to send him off, and rode his bike towards his residential area.

"Host, your backpack is still with the male lead," 098 reminded.

"Yeah," Ling Chunann replied, "I know."

By then, it had already gotten dark, but the summer night didn't feel very cool. The private cars stuck in traffic honked impatiently, and the air was filled with the smell of car exhaust and dust.

"Xiaoyan." At that moment, Han Chen caught up on his bike, wiping the sweat from his face with a smile, "Good thing you didn't go far."

"What's up?" Ling Chunann stopped and turned to ask.

"Your backpack," Han Chen pointed to the bag hanging on his shoulder, his eyes full of smiles.

"Thank you, Chen Ge," Ling Chunann showed him a smile.

Han Chen waved his hand and glanced at the sky, "It's getting late. Let me take you home. I'm not at ease with you going back alone."

"Okay."

Now the streetlights were on, and the two of them talked as they turned into a street.

This street was different from the others; it was very quiet. Once inside, it felt like entering another dimension. Although no ghosts were seen, 098 was still a bit scared, "Host, don't you think this road is especially creepy?"

"098, you're overthinking," Ling Chunann said.

"..." It wasn't!

Ling Chunann then asked, "What time is it now?"

Accustomed to the host's jumping thoughts, 098 obediently replied, "Host, it's eight thirty."

Ling Chunann: "Hmm, it's still early."

Then, after walking with Han Chen for another half hour, Ling Chunann stopped and exclaimed.

"Xiaoyan, what's wrong?" Seeing Ling Chunann stop, Han Chen asked.

"Have

you noticed that we've walked this street several times?" Ling Chunann asked.

"Have we?" Han Chen looked around, "It does look familiar."

"Yes, look at the trash can at the end of the street. We just passed it," Ling Chunann pointed at the trash can with a dirty little plush doll on its lid.

"Right, we were talking about it five minutes ago," Han Chen finally realized the issue, his expression becoming serious, "Did we encounter something dirty?"

Ling Chunann shook his head, also looking puzzled, "I don't know."

Han Chen patted Ling Chunann's shoulder, "It's okay. Nothing will happen."

098: "Host, it's nine o'clock."

As soon as 098 spoke, the few streetlights that were on suddenly dimmed, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

Han Chen instinctively reached out to grab Ling Chunann, but grasped at air, "Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan?"

Ling Chunann stood in the darkness, obviously much calmer than Han Chen.

He made a hand gesture, then stepped back, and the world suddenly brightened.

"Host, what are you doing?" By now, 098 understood that all this was orchestrated by the host. No wonder it felt the surrounding Yin energy so familiar; it was all borrowed from a little female ghost by Ling Chunann the day before.

The ghost wall just now must have also been Ling Chunann's doing, which explained why it didn't notice Ling Chunann's subtle movements when they entered this street.

Hearing 098's question, Ling Chunann's tone was very relaxed, "Nothing, just playing a game."

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