The System told me to teach Pei Yu, the disabled campus heartthrob, how to go bad. I agreed.
At the internet café, I snatched his Five-Year Gaokao, Three-Year Simulation out of his hands.
“Teach me how to play Minesweeper.”
Pei Yu gave a soft scoff. “What a joke.”
During a fight, I grabbed his prosthetic limb and used it as a weapon, swinging it in a full arc to smack Yellow Hair.
“Not gonna lie, this thing’s pretty handy.”
Pei Yu: “Heh.”
On a rainy, overcast day, Pei Yu’s stump started spasming. I ignored it and treated it like a massage gun, using it to help me snag concert tickets.
After I got them, I rewarded him by kissing his stump.
“A kiss, and it won’t hurt anymore.”
Later, Pei Yu pinned me against the headboard.
And coaxed me too. “Baby, hold on a little longer. A kiss, and it won’t hurt anymore.”
