That night, while Shen Muhan slept, Song Yao chatted with the fat hamster.
[Song Yao, confused: Shen Muhan hates it when I secretly take photos him. He saw all those ill-gotten photos just now, but he didn’t get angry and the favorability value even increased, why?]
Song Yao was still green when it came to matters of the heart. He only dated Jun Jun for 3 months so far. Jun Jun’s family and the Song family often arranged playdates for them when they were young so the two were considered childhood friends. Both their parents were very satisfied with their relationship. The problem was, their interactions were just like friends, they hardly had any progress, and the most they ever done to date was holding hands. He never experienced anything like his heart moving. If he was like this towards the opposite sex, then he was a block of wood with the same sex.
[The hamster gnawed on a corn kernel: I mean, it must feel pretty good to be admired by his fan.]
[Song Yao was enlightened: I see, it seems like the fanatical fan setting isn’t so bad after all, in the future there’s no need to cover up what the original did. But some of the things the original did, I still find it hard to accept.]
[Hamster: Like?]
Song Yao sat up and took off his shirt. On his back, below his right shoulder, there was a pair of impressive black bat wings with a red heart in the middle that said: I love SMH. (I love Shen Muhan)
[Hamster: …So direct?]
[Song Yao: I scolded my brother when he tattooed himself. Who would’ve thought I would have a tattoo on my back now, and it’s even…really lame. Can I get rid of it?]
[Hamster stifled a laugh: …At least not while you’re in this world, but don’t worry, the tattoo won’t appear on your original body. Right, host, you’ve already accumulated two card drawing chances, will you use them now?]
Song Yao nodded.
Next moment, a large dark-red screen appeared in front of him.
On the screen was a cross, a black snake, and roses. It looked gothic.
[Hamster: Tap the middle of the cross to make it spin. You might get a N, R, SR, or a SSR. N is the weakest, and SSR is the most powerful. You might get a skill or a prop, cross your fingers!]
Song Yao tapped the middle of the cross.
The cross spun rapidly and the rose petals danced.
It was a R card, on it was a crayon.
[Precise lines, beautiful colors, whatever you draw, it’s vividly lifelike, making people shocked. The host with the card will become an instant great master. Duration: 24 hours. Reminder: Each drawing will only take 10-30 minutes, once done be sure to pause the skill.]
This was very useful, with this, wouldn’t he be able to continue his fan persona and continue posting on Weibo?
Song You rubbed his hands and continued drawing the second card. The red roses turned purple.
[Hamster gasped: Omg, your luck’s insane, you got a SR on your second draw!]
It was indeed a SR card, it had regal purple patterns and on it were two hearts connected together.
[You frown, you smile, I can’t figure you out at all. I want to understand you and listen to your heart. The host with this card will hear the true thoughts of the capture target. Duration: 1 week. Reminder: The ability can’t be stopped, make the most of it before time’s up.]
*
Song Yao was groggy with sleep when he heard someone’s thoughts. For a moment, he couldn’t tell whether it was his brother or Shen Muhan.
[It’s six, he’s still sleeping, there’s dark circles under his eyes. He kept tossing and turning last night, being in the same room as his idol, was he too excited to sleep? Well, I understand. I’ll let him sleep for another 15 minutes.]
There were sounds of the posters being flipped through.
[Honestly, the photos he took aren’t bad, better than the ones on the internet. Is it because he’s using his heart to look at me? When he wakes up, I’ll tell him, in the future he has my permission to continue taking pictures, will he be very happy?]
Light footsteps.
[But when I think about how this room used to be filled with my photos, I get the chills. This guy’s phone was full of me, he follows me every day, he writes those stuff, takes my things…speaking of which, he’s always afraid I’ll think his stuff is dirty, he’s always so careful, could it be he really did something…]
[In this room, in the bathroom, with my photos, my things, what did he do?]
A person kept chattering in his ears and Song Yao couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
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He helplessly opened his eyes, he saw Shen Muhan staring at him stiffly with an inscrutable expression.
Vtfc Zetjc vlvc’a bqfc tlr wbeat, yea tf tfjgv tlw rjs:
[Ah, sure enough he’s a pervert!]
[Fanatic, pervert, sex maniac!]
Vbcu Tjb: “…” Dflcu megrfv ja gluta joafg kjxlcu eq, la kjr xlcv bo atgliilcu. Ktf bglulcji kjr jii bo atf jybnf, rb tf mbeivc’a gfoeaf.
Vbcu Tjb delmxis kjrtfv eq jcv qea bc tlr rmtbbi eclobgw. Vtfc Zetjc vjkvifv obg tjio j vjs yfobgf rjslcu: “Pc atf oeaegf, jr ibcu jr sbe ufa ws qfgwlrrlbc, sbe mjc mbcalcef ajxlcu qlmaegfr.”
After saying this, he glanced at Song Yao.
Song Yao was very cooperative, he immediately revealed a look of excitement and ecstasy, “Really? That’s wonderful!”
[Ah, when this pervert smiles, it turns out he looks pretty good.]
The favorability value over his head trembled. Sure enough, Song Yao heard a notification.
[Wow, God’s favorability increased by +3%, currently favorability value 23%. Reason: He’s kind of cute.]
…Although, a guy being praised as cute, it was a little weird.
In the morning, the two of them quickly ate breakfast. Song Yao rode his bike, Shen Muhan jogged, and when they were almost there, Song Yao carried Shen Muhan to school on his bike.
Shen Muhan sat in the backseat, today he didn’t sit with his back to Song Yao, he sat facing forward. He maintained an aloof appearance, but his inner thoughts were very lively.
[I didn’t notice before, this pervert, his waist is pretty thin.]
[The scent on his body, it smells pretty good. Every time the wind blows, I can smell it.]
[It’s faint, it smells like bergamot, with a hint of…white sandalwood. A bit refreshing, a bit sweet…]
Song Yao biked, listening to Shen Muhan’s lively thoughts while thinking his back itches.
This god was acting like a puppy, sniffing him here and there.
God, where’s your dignity? Your sacredness? Your aloofness?
When they were almost at school, there was still a quarter of an hour left, which was plenty of time.
Song Yao let Shen Muhan off, he took out his phone and asked in a sincere tone, “Idol, can I add you on Wechat?”
The original had Shen Muhan’s Wechat ID in his notes app, but it was better to openly add it.
Shen Muhan didn’t refuse, “Don’t call me idol, just call me by my name.”
“Okay, okay, Muhan.”
Shen Muhan’s face became warmer.
After adding it, Song Yao asked, “Then, can I message you in the future?”
“If you want.”
More and more students were coming to school. Shen Muhan left first.
His aura was extraordinary, he was like a jade tree, when people on the road saw him, they were unable to move and unable to move their eyes away. He was once again, the cold and aloof and inviolable god, the sole protagonist of this world.
Song Yao was a little excited, he thought, he must have been affected by the original.
After all, the idol he loved with every fiber of his being, the future superstar, he actually exchanged Wechats with him and was told he could freely message him—all of this, for the original, was unimaginable.
*
English class, the tests were returned. The top three scorers, the English teacher called their names and they walked up to the front to retrieve their test.
Song Yao in order to be lowkey, circled all Cs for one of the reading sections. As a result, he got second place and only got two questions wrong.
When the teacher called out his name, the entire class was shocked.
“Fuck, lunatic Song, second place?!”
“He copied!”
“But who would let him copy them! And he’s sitting next to XX and XXX, they’re both dead last in English!”
He went to get his test paper and said modestly, “I was just lucky.”
He thought, he needed to be more careful taking tests in the future and he needed to pay note to the original’s handwriting and copy it roughly so he wouldn’t be exposed.
The English teacher took notice of him and would occasionally call on him to answer questions. It seemed like the teacher was trying to figure out if he was actually someone capable. Sometimes he fooled around and sometimes he was serious, it really confused everyone. His pronunciation surprised everyone; simply listening to him was a kind of enjoyment.
After class, a few students surrounded him, they were curious, so he casually made something up, “My dad recently got me an English tutor and I’ve been practicing for a while, so…”
All the students wanted to know how to quickly improve their English, thus, he who was bullied before, was surrounded by 7-8 people. He casually said some things, but they actually sounded profound and logical, completely convincing the students. But of course they would be convinced, what he told the students, it was his years of experience of learning foreign language, his English was perhaps even better than their class’s English teacher.
Soon class started again, it was maths, he didn’t plan to listen.
Why don’t he use the R card he drew yesterday and draw something?
What should he draw? The wheels in his head turned and he recalled yesterday’s image.
The feeling of activating this card was very strange, it felt like the scene he saw yesterday was becoming more solid and clear, and he didn’t need to use the paper and pen in real life, he only needed to to think to draw on the monitor. His thoughts followed his imagination and speedily sketched out the image in his mind.
A teenager who looked exactly like Shen Muhan just finished taking a bath and was standing by the window.
It was raining outside the window, he was drying his hair with a white towel. Strands of messy silver hair stuck to his forehead, revealing the pair of lazy, dark gold eyes. His five features were naturally stunning.
His nose bridge was high, his lips were slightly apart and a little rosy from taking a bath.
His wore a loose white shirt, some areas were wet, and the buttons were unfastened.
It had been a long time since he was a frail, sickly child.
He was no longer childish or naive.
He suddenly stopped drawing. Exactly 20 minutes passed.
Song Yao looked at the drawing with surprise and saved it onto his phone. He then pressed to stop the ability.
He debated whether he should post this or not. Would the fans misunderstand the relationship between him and Shen Muhan? Would Shen Muhan dislike this kind of drawing?
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The drawing from last time by now has gotten 3,000 likes and 100 reposts.
This time, as he watch the popularity of the drawing explode, within an hour, it got 15,000 likes and 1,000 reposts.
The Han fans, including many passersby, were going insane.
[HisLightYears: Which great master is this, within a minute, I need all of his information. I want to tell them, I love them.]
[PrettyEgg: What got big? (doge)]
[Fuck: Muscles, fufu. Muscles, fufu. Muscles, fufu.]
[Wuwuwu: My nosebleed won’t stop, is this something I can see for free?]
[Prophet: OMG, this great master must deeply love Hanhan, every stroke speaks of their love! I’m so curious, did they drew it based off a photo or did they use their imagination, or was it something they saw in real life? I don’t dare to think!]
[Peach: I already said, Hanhan is only in the second year of high school, his height is 188 cm, his face is beautiful, his body is amazing, and some rotten people say he’s a shou, their whole families are shous!]
[MidsummerDream: I cried for 3 hours on the bed, knocked my head against the wall 13 times, slapped myself 50 times, and by the time I woke up, it’s dark outside and raining. I was instantly KOed, I just can’t comprehend how my husband could be so handsome! Crying.jpg]
[Ahahahah: Shen Muhan, I’ll say it again, you are my husband, not my younger brother, don’t let me hear it again. Don’t let me hear those 2 words again, capiche? I’ll say it again, I love you for real, you’re my husband, you’re my only husband.]
…
Song Yao received a Wechat message.
It was from Shen Muhan, his profile picture was him in a park, feeding pigeons, with the sun hitting his body, looking incredibly holy.
[Shen Muhan: photo.jpg]
[Shen Muhan: You drew this?]
[Song Yao: Yeah, you like it?]
After Song Yao replied, he stared at Shen Muhan.
The two of them were too far apart, he couldn’t hear Shen Muhan’s thoughts.
Shen Muhan propped his chin on his palm and it looked like he was seriously paying attention to class. But his right hand was in his desk manipulating his phone.
He didn’t reply right away, but his ears were a little red.
When Shen Muhan’s message came, it read:
“I like it very much, thank you.”
Above Shen Muhan’s head it showed:
[Wow, god’s favorability value increased by +5%, current favorability value 28%. Reason: He’s looking at me devotedly.]
*
The bell rang to dismiss class, it was time for lunch. Students of Year 2 Class 3 crazily packed up, transformed into rockets, and shot towards the cafeteria.
Shen Muhan walked up to Song Yao and the students who haven’t taken off yet stared at them.
“Why is Shen Bro looking for him again?”
“Sigh, didn’t Shen Bro talk with him after school yesterday? I heard Lunatic Song got beaten up and he cried! It’s just his shirt is hiding his injuries so you can’t see them!”
“Crazy Song is finished…somehow I feel a little sorry for him, he’s not so bad, he even taught us quick ways to improve our English…”
“Should we try convincing Shen Bro, ask him not to put himself on the same level of crazy Song?”
Shen Muhan stood in front of Song Yao and said to him: “Song Yao, let’s eat together in the cafeteria.”
Hold up.
Their male god, Shen Bro, never invited people to eat together.
Why would he invite crazy Song who secretly photographed , stalked, and harassed him?!
Song Yao nodded and walked out of the classroom with him.
The remaining students stared at each other, their jaws opened so wide they nearly dislocated.
Double dose of HOGL today, we celebrate !! 🥂
First of all, thank you for translating ❤️
So happy to see from where it came the image and they exchanging numbers, Song Yao just going up with the lovemeter 📈📈 lmao but im getting scared thinking what if when it falls, what will happen? This novel keeps me getting hooked.
Running to the next chapter 🏃♀️
Shen Muhan doesn’t realize that he’s slowly falling🤭.
Thanks for the chapter ☺️.
Every ch is sooo long n satisfying and it always makes me giggle whenever his favourability rise hehe
Tysmmm for the ch 🥣