The Love Reality Show's Big Boss and Little Sweetie - Chapter 42

Qi Liao had never felt his defenses breached like this before, utterly routed. Physiological desire was stirred solely by the person before him.

The muscles in his lower abdomen tightened. Qi Liao’s voice sounded as if scorched by fire, urgent and restrained: “Mu Chi!”

Mu Chi let go. The bright red bite mark on the abs bore witness to his recent crime—he had taken liberties with Qi Liao yet again.

But he didn’t regret it. He lifted his sparkling eyes and acted unreasonable: “It’s just a bite. You won’t hold it against me, right?”

Qi Liao let out a deep breath, utterly helpless against this beautiful youth. “If a cat bit me, of course I wouldn’t hold it against it.”

Mu Chi lay down beside him. “Then just treat me as a cat.”

“I can’t.”

“?”

From this angle, Mu Chi saw Qi Liao’s bathrobe in disarray, his abs as vast and deep as the sea. On the distant sea, the shadow of a great dragon rose, its nature unknown, good or evil, its form ferocious.

Mu Chi: “…”

Qi Liao silently got up, as if the one letting the dragon roar wasn’t him. “Sleep by yourself.”

Mu Chi’s ears were bright red, not daring to insist. “Oh.”

Qi Liao hurried back to his own bedroom, tossed and turned, and only managed to suppress the fire and fall asleep with great difficulty. Mu Chi also thought random thoughts until midnight before succumbing to heavy eyelids and drifting into dreamland.

The result of staying up late was being completely unable to get up for the morning run the next day. When Mu Chi opened his eyes, it was already eight o’clock, and he was only woken by Xiao Wang’s artificial alarm clock.

After a quick wash, he went downstairs for breakfast and ran into Qi Liao coming upstairs. Their eyes met, and Qi Liao was the first to look away.

Mu Chi remembered the great dragon he saw last night, his face heating up again, but he deliberately acted as if he remembered nothing. “Back from your morning run?”

“Mn.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were sleeping too soundly.” Qi Liao was glossy with sweat and took large strides upstairs. “Go get ready to eat.”

Mu Chi went into the courtyard and saw Xu Wuxing moving his limbs stiffly horizontally and vertically, as if doing the robot. “Dancing so early in the morning?”

Xu Wuxing, holding his stiff pose, said, “I’m doing calisthenics.”

“What kind of calisthenics?” Mu Chi mimicked a couple of moves. “Robotics?”

“Developmental calisthenics.” Xu Wuxing picked up his phone, opened a resource he’d found who-knows-where, and showed Mu Chi. “Doing these exercises helps you grow taller and develop faster.”

Mu Chi: “…Oh. Good luck.”

Xu Wuxing looked hesitantly at Mu Chi, who was taller and more developed than him. “Brother Mu, just wait! I’ll develop quickly!”

Mu Chi waved his hand. “You should say that to your fans.”

“I’m practicing these exercises for you.”

“Xu Wuxing, you can’t say that. It puts a lot of pressure on me,” Mu Chi said, earnestly instructing. “That’s called moral coercion.”

Xu Wuxing wilted. “Okay, I won’t coerce you.”

The live broadcast starting with this scene immediately made netizens both laugh and cry.

[Xu Wuxing, you’re already twenty. Honestly, you can’t develop much more at this point.]

[Xingbao, you can only be a bottom now.]

[Does he still dream of topping Mu Chi?]

[Here’s an ‘Award for Courage’ for you, hahaha!]

During breakfast, Mu Chi specifically picked the straightest fried dough stick and the two roundest eggs for Qi Liao. “I always ate this before exams. Works every time.”

Qi Liao didn’t refuse; he was going to eat them anyway.

Ying Xuan smiled. “It seems we all ate like this as kids.”

Xu Wuxing nodded. “Yeah, you can only eat chicken eggs, not duck eggs. Because, ‘don’t bring home a duck egg~ don’t bring home a duck egg~'”

(“Duck egg” slang for a zero score.)

Everyone laughed. Lucas said enviously, “Your country is so nice. When I took exams as a student, it was just like any other day. We didn’t have these rituals at all.”

Ying Xuan thought for a moment and said, “The education systems are different, each has its merits. Our education makes us less likely to step out of line, less impulsive, our character more upright, deeply influenced by Confucianism. You tend to be happier, more open-minded. Doing poorly on a test doesn’t matter as much, a bit like our Daoist philosophy.”

Lucas said surprised, “My parents do like your Daoist classics.”

Xu Wuxing, resting his chin on his hand, thought deeply: “So the question is, what philosophy did Brother Qi primarily receive?”

Qi Liao didn’t talk much at the table anyway and hadn’t joined the discussion earlier. Hearing this, he just unhurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, “I was in China until middle school.”

Lucas laughed and asked, “Then which type of education do you think influenced you the most?”

Qi Liao said calmly, “You’d have to ask my parents.”

Mu Chi silently glared at Lucas. Really knows how to stir up trouble. If Qi Liao weren’t careful, he could be labeled as worshiping foreign things and toadying to foreigners, and get flamed to death by netizens.

But it had to be said, the influence of Chinese-style education was subtle yet profound. For example, after the meal, seeing Qi Liao not practicing driving made Mu Chi a bit anxious. This was truly a case of ‘the emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuch is’.

“Gege, aren’t you going to practice driving?” Mu Chi circled around Qi Liao like a busy little bee.

Qi Liao looked at him speechlessly. “I could drive go-karts when I was five.”

Comparisons are odious. Mu Chi tried hard to remember but couldn’t recall what he was doing at five. The upcoming race was crucial. “Even if you’re a great driver, with the race so close, you should still practice a bit, right?”

“Why?” Qi Liao didn’t understand. “It’s not like I’ll forget.”

“To get a feel for it? Feel more confident?”

It seemed if Qi Liao didn’t take a practice run, Mu Chi wouldn’t feel confident. “Let’s go.” Qi Liao hooked the car key with a single finger and walked towards the main gate.

Mu Chi followed bustling along. That’s more like it. How can you not review anything before an exam?

As a result, the sports car in front of the door was blocked by two brand-new sports cars that looked slightly more expensive than Qi Liao’s. It was clear their owners had gone to Xia Yang’s house.

Mu Chi immediately said, “I’ll go ask them to move their cars.”

“No need for you to ask.” As Qi Liao spoke, he kicked the gold-colored, often associated with nouveau riche taste sports car. The car immediately let out a sharp alarm.

Qi Liao didn’t play favorites. With long strides, he kicked the other car too. The symphony of alarms added a touch of vibrant color to the morning.

Mu Chi: “…”

Camera Crew: “…”

[The Demon King’s temper is still as bad as ever.]

[Even the action of kicking the car is so handsome! Help, I want him to kick me too!]

[Someone’s M attribute is bursting out.]

[Speaking of which, the Demon King is really so S, ahhh!]

[Hahaha, that felt satisfying. I hate it the most when people block others’ cars like that.]

Amid the blaring alarms, two figures dressed in red, orange, yellow, and green ran out from Xia Yang’s gate. Their outfits matched their beloved cars perfectly, but their expressions did not. “Who is it? Who the hell messed with my car?! Can you even afford to pay for it if it’s damaged?”

But upon seeing Qi Liao, their arrogant demeanor instantly vanished. “Y-you… you…”

“Move the cars,” Qi Liao didn’t want to waste words on them.

The two glanced back at Xia Yang. Xia Yang frowned slightly. “Why did you park here?” The two had no choice but to go move their cars.

Qi Liao took Mu Chi into the car and drove down the hill with single-minded focus, heading straight east onto the coastal road for a drive.

Mu Chi breathed in the fresh sea breeze, and the worry in his heart gradually dissipated. Qi Liao’s driving skills were so good, and he had participated in so many races; surely, there would be no problem.

On the way back, Qi Liao bought a set of soft clothes and a helmet.

Mu Chi: “? It’s not a motorcycle; why the helmet?”

Qi Liao smiled without answering.

Before they even entered the door upon returning, they heard barking. Mu Chi exclaimed joyfully, “Diyi Shuai!”

Qi Liao had mentioned bringing Diyi Shuai over before, but the dog had eaten something in the mountains, got worms in its stomach, and needed injections, medicine, and a few days of rest to recover before being sent over.

A dog’s nose is the sharpest. Before they entered, Number One Handsome came flying out, its black, wet nose sniffing around its master’s feet, its tail wagging back and forth, barks turning into whimpers.

Qi Liao bent down, lifted its front legs, and asked, “Will you dare eat random things again?”

Number One Handsome let out an “Ao wu!” sound, indicating it wouldn’t dare.

“Only remembers after getting sick,” Qi Liao ruffled the dog’s head and gave Mu Chi a meaningful look.

Mu Chi: “??”

By evening, the sky was resplendent with brilliant sunset colors. Number One Handsome didn’t need Mu Chi to walk it; it could make friends with the local dogs on its own. When Qi Liao called it back with a whistle, Number One Handsome brought its new friend along—a small black local dog.

Mu Chi fed them each some beef jerky. The little black dog was a bit aloof. Only when Number One Handsome carried the beef jerky over did it eat it tsundere-style.

Mu Chi was charmed. He pulled Qi Liao over. “Gege, look, Little Black kinda looks like you.”

Qi Liao: “I’m not that small.”

“I mean its demeanor.”

“Then Diyi Shuai is quite like you.”

“…”

[Damn, they really do resemble them.]

[Aloof little dog and enthusiastic, silly little dog—so well-matched.]

[Looks like Little Black is a female dog…]

[Hope the Demon King doesn’t find out, hahaha!]

[When does the race start? Can’t wait!]

[10 PM]

“Why is the race so late at night?” Xu Wuxing asked Qi Liao, puzzled.

Qi Liao: “Because there are fewer people and cars at night. Street races can’t clear the area like major competitions, so they can only choose nighttime.”

“I have a bit of night blindness; I don’t dare drive at night. Brother Qi, you don’t have night blindness, right?”

“No.”

At 9 PM, everyone set off for Pomegranate Island.

Qi Liao brought both dogs along. He said to Mu Chi, “If anyone bullies you, set the dogs on them.”

Mu Chi: “But Number One Handsome doesn’t bite people?”

“Then use Little Black. It’s a stray; no responsibility if it bites.”

“Okay.” Mu Chi reached back and patted Little Black’s head. Little Black turned its head away, very cold and aloof. Even when Diyi Shuai lowered its head to nudge it, it paid no attention.

Mu Chi doubted whether he could actually command it.

Arriving at the venue, the sight of two people and a pair of dogs getting out of the car was very eye-catching.

Mu Chi held a dog leash in each hand, the dogs flanking him like bodyguards. Fans who had traveled from afar hesitated for a second before continuing to wave and scream.

The judge escorted the two to their designated seats. The green-haired guy was dissatisfied about why Mu Chi had a seat when he wasn’t a contestant. Qi Liao stood there unceremoniously, pressed Mu Chi into his own seat, and that was the end of that.

Waiting for the race to start was boring. Mu Chi took the opportunity to sign autographs for a few girls. This behavior prompted more muttering from the green-haired guy: “What’s so great about being a celebrity? They’re just selling themselves.”

Qi Liao said coldly, “If you want to withdraw due to injury before the race even starts, keep talking.”

The green-haired guy shut up and went to check his own sports car.

Xia Yang walked over. “No matter what, you should still be on your guard.”

Qi Liao: “If you encounter vile people, being on guard is useless. Better to meet soldiers with generals, and water with earth embankments.*”

(*Idiom meaning deal with situations as they arise.)

“What does that mean?”

“You guess.”

“…”

That meant he didn’t want to explain. Xia Yang stood by watching the opening cultural performance.

The host stood in the middle of the track, talking glibly. No one paid attention to what he was saying because behind him, eight sexy hot girls in bikinis and high ponytails were performing a hot dance.

The girls held colorful tasseled streamers, rolled on the ground, twisted their bodies, like enchanting snake spirits. Everyone’s eyes were glued.

Mu Chi had never seen such an explosive dance before. He couldn’t help but stand up and exclaim in wonder. Just as he was about to step closer for a better look, his wrist was grabbed by a large hand.

Mu Chi turned his head and met Qi Liao’s dark and gloomy handsome face.

The two dogs looked innocently at the pair.

Mu Chi: “…What?”

Amid the noisy music, Qi Liao’s voice was extremely penetrating: “Nice to look at?”

Mu Chi instinctively answered: “Yeah, it is.”

Qi Liao smiled, the dangerous kind of smile. “Then do you want to get a closer look?”

Mu Chi, who had filled in the wrong answer on the “Lover’s Exam,” was silent for a moment before cleverly saying, “The only one I want to see up close is you.”

Qi Liao snorted. “I’m a man. What’s so nice to look at?”

“You are nice to look at.”

“Can’t hear you.”

“You are nice to look at!”

“Can’t hear you.”

Mu Chi gathered his breath, sinking it into his dantian*, and shouted loudly over the deafening, cacophonous dance music: “GEGE, YOU ARE SUPER GOOD-LOOKING! SUPER COOL!! I WANT TO KISS YOU!!”

(*Dantian: a focal point in meditation and traditional martial arts, located in the lower abdomen.)

The dance music stopped abruptly. Mu Chi’s voice echoed through the venue—Gege, super cool.. kiss you.

Thousands of pairs of eyes looked over.

Mu Chi: “…………”