Chapter 239 – Extra – Sister Blood Bull and Fighter Jet’s Love Dungeon (Part 4)

Commander: “You’re seriously not using Sister Blood Bull’s computer?!”

Unlucky Soldier: “How are you not using Sister Blood Bull’s computer but are at an internet café instead?!”

Rich Soldier: “At 11 PM, you’re not using Blood Bull’s computer but are at an internet café?!”

213 Soldier: “So it’s illegal for a lone guy in a foreign land, in freezing weather, not plotting anything shady with girls but braving the cold to cheer on his teammates at an internet café instead of plotting against a girl?!!!”

Gathering Maniac, APM Queen, Invisible Soldier: “Not illegal, but…”

Guest Stars – Yellow Sand Commander, Saintly G-Cup, Coffin Shop Owner: “They just want to mock you.”

213 Soldier: “Parrot~~~TAT”

Deputy Commander: “Is Blood Bull stronger than you?”

213 Soldier: “…I didn’t try to force anything!!!”

He’d only wanted to check on his comrades fighting in the Lover’s Constellation before heading home, but by sheer luck, he witnessed the legion securing the first kill. But why was their celebration so different from other guilds—who drank, sang, or at most spammed megaphones or set off fireworks in World Chat—while his own legion’s method was ruthlessly attacking and mocking a member’s real-life love life? TAT

Commander: “So the situation is you’re still fighting her ex?”

“Pretty much handled.”

Unlucky Soldier: “But Sister Blood Bull still doesn’t know you like her.”

“I traveled halfway across China to find her—isn’t that obvious enough?”

APM Queen: “No matter how obvious, if you don’t say it out loud, it’s pointless.”

“Are all women this dramatic?”

Chief Representative of All Women: “Yes, my apologies.”

Whoever ratted me out and got Blood Bull online—step forward, I promise not to bite you to death!!!!

Lin Yi’s return completely sidelined Shi Kuo. At first, he brooded over being ignored, but soon, he became immersed in the surreal overlap of their familiar YY banter and the memories of their recent real-life interactions, losing track of time and place.

By 4 AM, the rowdy group finally succumbed to exhaustion, logging off one by one until only Lin Yi and Shi Kuo—who still had an early flight to catch—remained in the YY channel.

“Not sleeping yet?” Shi Kuo asked.

Instead of answering, Lin Yi asked, “What time’s your flight?”

Shi Kuo told her honestly: “5:40.”

Lin Yi let out an “Oh,” then fell silent again.

If this had happened when they’d first met, Shi Kuo would’ve been at a loss. But now, perhaps having found a new rhythm, he teased naturally: “Such a long night, and the beauty remains silent—how awkward for this humble scholar.”

Lin Yi sweatdropped, but despite herself, the corners of her lips curled up. “Speak human.”

Hearing her amusement, Shi Kuo’s heart blossomed without warning, and the thought that had been circling his mind slipped out: “Hey, you should come back to the game.”

“No account,” Lin Yi pointed out.

“Then buy one,” Shi Kuo said. The trading platforms were flooded with max-level accounts. “Pick whatever gear and appearance you want.”

Lin Yi: “No.”

Shi Kuo: “Why?”

Lin Yi: “…”

Shi Kuo facepalmed. He was such an idiot! Buying another account? Who knew if it’d get reclaimed by the original owner using registration details?!

“Make a new alt,” he said, his heart guiding his words as something like a promise floated out lightly with the breeze. “I’ll level with you.”

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: Couldn’t you have picked a cuter name?

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: Please read your own ID carefully.

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: I was wrong TAT

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: [Head pat]

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: But names usually have some meaning, right? I still don’t get yours.

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: Why do blood bulls not graze on grass?

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: How would I know…

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: Because the grass isn’t fat enough.

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: …

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: Can I make a tiny, tiny suggestion?

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: Speak.

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: If you have any more jokes, save them for summer.

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: Too cold?

[Whisper] 2B Fighter Jet: You’re the Ice Queen.

…

[Whisper] Horse Without Night: Hi~

[Whisper] Grass Never Grows Fat: …

[Whisper] Horse Without Night: Does this account I made match yours?~

[System] Horse Without Night has died.

Open-world maps are dangerous; flirting recklessly comes with risks TAT

Over the next two months, Shi Kuo’s routine—work, off-work, game, sleep, repeat—remained unchanged, but the fun and sweetness of one particular segment skyrocketed. His colleagues noticed his unusual mood, but since it didn’t affect his design work, they turned a blind eye. Everyone has their lovesick phases.

Shi Kuo was aware of his own abnormality too. Where he’d once looked forward to clocking out, now he yearned for it obsessively. Gaming had been a pastime; now it was an addiction. Leveling alts used to be tedious; now he wanted to explore every map, leveling slower, and slower still.

As for his feelings for Lin Yi—Shi Kuo didn’t know how others handled relationships spanning virtual and real life, but to him, the boundaries had blurred. Whether in-game, on YY, phone calls, or WeChat, these were just means of “being together.” He grew surer by the day of the girl he liked, and that fondness only deepened with time.

As the saying goes, good things come in pairs. While his love life flourished, the Ghost Server Legion also conquered Holy Light Sanctuary!

But such achievements always came with controversy. The Huaxia forums erupted that day, accusing the Ghost Server of unfair play. The legion, especially the Commander, fought back fiercely. But online arguments were like that—back-and-forth venting with no resolution. No one ever conceded defeat.

This time, the bickering was ended by a legendary post: “Look to the Heavens—Who Has It Spared?!”

At first, Shi Kuo didn’t know Lin Yi had written it. He’d coincidentally called her and asked what she was doing. “Arguing on the Huaxia forums,” she’d replied offhandedly. Shortly after hanging up, the post appeared—from an IP address in her city.

The evidence wasn’t conclusive, but Shi Kuo was certain.

—As comrades, he’d thought Blood Bull was invincible.

—Meeting her, he saw her pride and strength.

—Spending time together, he felt her loyalty and magnanimity.

Now, he finally glimpsed the tenderness she kept hidden deepest.

The May Day holiday brought an offline meetup. If not for the merchant alts organizing it, Shi Kuo might’ve headed straight to Lin Yi’s school. They say longing is bitter—whoever longs, knows. Proof: Shi Kuo couldn’t wait for the holiday, taking leave a day early to meet Blood Bull before heading to the hot springs resort together.

He had plans—this meetup would take their relationship to the next level. And as if some divine force agreed, on the first night, Lin Yi accepted his invitation to admire the moon at Cat Ear Mountain.

Breeze, moonlight, beauty—could anything be more romantic?

“So actually, that woman had died long ago. What he saw was her lingering resentment…”

…If not for some idiot legion holding a ghost story contest!

“If I joined, I could one-shot most of them.” Having listened to three stories, Lin Yi leaned against a withered tree, sighing softly.

Shi Kuo braced a hand against the tree, inching closer. “Sorry for keeping you from competing…”

As his face neared, Lin Yi decisively pressed a palm to his forehead. “Sorry, but I sense zero remorse in your actions.”

Of course there was none. The moon was dark, the wind high—perfect for murder and arson. With the beauty trapped between him and the tree, how could he not seize the moment to misbehave~\(≧▽≦)/~

Shi Kuo mustered his strength, pushing forward to break through her defenses for a “tree-pin” kiss!

Whether Lin Yi was mustering strength was unclear, but her palm didn’t budge, a clear boundary.

Shi Kuo pushed. Lin Yi held firm.

Shi Kuo pushed harder. Lin Yi still didn’t move.

Most critically—her palm didn’t waver one bit =_=

Shi Kuo finally gave up, stepping back with raised hands… Damn, if he kept going, his forehead would crack!!!

“Truth time—can you lift a giant water jug with one hand? TAT”

“Barely. I usually need the other hand to help support it.”

“…”

“I don’t like being forced.”

Not just dislike—she had the power to annihilate any coercion!! TAT

“Huh? Where are you running off to?”

“There’s someone I need to kill—right now, immediately, no delays—”

…

[The tactics are the same whether you’re gay or not. Find a dark, secluded spot with no one around, grab her, and kiss her until her legs go weak. You’ll have her in no time.]

[Of course. Why do you think the ‘domineering CEO’ trope is always the most popular in dramas?]

[Trust Mad Lad…]

More like eternal damnation!!!

…

Only after Shi Kuo’s figure vanished did Lin Yi look away, the heat in her cheeks fading slightly.

It wasn’t that she was hung up on the “force” thing—just that something felt off. Indescribable, like a dish that’s cooked and fragrant but slightly underdone, leaving a subtle discomfort.

She liked Shi Kuo—that was undeniable. And she could tell he liked her too. But “like” was just the baseline for two people to come together. Staying together required so much more. She wasn’t a girl who could casually date just for the fun of it anymore—not that she ever had been.

Some time later, Lin Yi sneezed, realizing she’d been outside too long. Just as she turned to head back, her phone buzzed with a text:

[I’ve beaten up Mad Lad. You still outside?]

Lin Yi chuckled, piecing together what must’ve happened. She didn’t press for details, simply replying:

[Heading back now.]

[Rest early then.]

[Mm.]

The conversation ended there, leaving Lin Yi with a faint sense of loss. She didn’t know if Shi Kuo had wanted to say more but missed his chance, or if this was just a goodnight. She regretted not asking him something after saying she was heading back—though she was usually the conversation-ender, with Shi Kuo, she hated that trait in herself.

Despite tossing and turning, Lin Yi didn’t reach out again before falling asleep. It wasn’t out of stubbornness—she genuinely didn’t know what to say. How to start? How to flirt? To Lin Yi, these were harder than her thesis defense.

What if Shi Kuo gives up pursuing me tomorrow?

Her last thought before sleep: I’d deserve it.

Lin Yi was awakened by her phone. Having overthought the night before, she’d forgotten to set an alarm, so the call was a manual wake-up—

“Good morning, Miss Lin. Breakfast time—would you like a handsome prince to escort you from your door?”

A smile crept into Lin Yi’s eyes. The worries that had weighed on her all night dispersed like morning mist under sunlight. “Yes.”

Shi Kuo had prepared for rejection, even rehearsing comebacks. Hearing such a straightforward answer left him stunned before he broke into a grin. “Coming, coming! Your prince is on his way—just you wait!”

Ice Girl, just waking in the next bed, caught the last line through Lin Yi’s phone’s speaker volume and asked seriously, “Is your prince also a waiter at a Beijing noodle shop?”

They say the morning sets the tone for the day. Starting well, the two got along splendidly. Neither brought up last night’s awkwardness, and Shi Kuo didn’t make any moves that left Lin Yi flustered. With soccer, hot springs, and other activities filling their schedule, they remained harmonious until free time that evening.

Well, until free time that evening—

“You beat me at checkers, stratego, chess, and even drawing straws—give me a break TAT”

Lin Yi sighed. She hadn’t meant to. “The last one was luck. Want to try again?”

Shi Kuo: “I refuse TAT”

Though Shi Kuo acted unbothered—even playfully cute—Lin Yi wondered if he truly felt that way. She regretted her competitive streak. Why not let him win? Wang Hao had once said nothing was less attractive than a woman who had to win at everything—no man could stand it.

“What’s on your mind?” Shi Kuo’s voice snapped her back.

Lin Yi shook her head quickly. “Nothing.”

“Cut the crap.” Shi Kuo wasn’t buying it, frowning at her. “That’s the face of someone mulling over national crises.”

Lin Yi rolled her eyes, reflexively retorting, “I was thinking about you—wondering when you’ll ever beat me.” The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to slap herself. What kind of man would tolerate a girl like that? He’d think she was insane!

But Shi Kuo replied with complete seriousness, “Why think about me? I’m clearly exceptional—no need for concern.”

Lin Yi was dumbfounded. She glanced at the board games, then at Shi Kuo, genuinely curious for once: “How did you reach that conclusion after countless defeats? Care to share your reasoning?”

Shi Kuo leaned in with a dashing smile. “The smartest girl in the world is about to be mine—how am I not exceptional?”

Lin Yi froze. Mentally, she wanted to scoff, but her body refused to cooperate, leaving her rooted in place as some unnameable fire scorched her cheeks.

Shi Kuo didn’t advance further, staying at that close-but-not-too-close distance, his teasing replaced by quiet sincerity as he met her eyes. “I’ve thought it through. If you want to stay local after graduating, I’ll quit and move here. It’s all the same to me—nowhere’s close to home anyway. Of course, if you’d rather come to my city, even better—lots of opportunities…”

Lin Yi was moved. Suddenly, she understood what she’d been holding out for last night—this uncertainty about the future, this lack of confidence. Now, this man had made it all tangible, showing her—no, showing them—the path forward.

“So… will you be my girlfriend?”

The timing was right.

“Who’s your mentor this time?”

“Drink Till You Drop.”

“Remember to give him a red envelope.”

Without waiting for a response, Lin Yi kissed him. Not coy, not shy—just real, and honest.