The Lazy Young Master Who Wouldn’t Eat, Part 8

Lin Yang caught every reaction on Si Jiu’s face. Frowning, he turned his head as well.

A young man in a black hoodie and a face mask was standing in the hallway with a suitcase at his side. Seeing the two of them merely staring, a hint of impatience surfaced in his brows and eyes, but he held it down and said evenly, “You’re in my way.”

This building had one elevator serving two apartments on each floor. Outside the elevator was a T-shaped corridor. Si Jiu’s door was on the left, while the other apartment was at the far end of the hall, beyond her doorway.

The corridor was fairly narrow. Lin Yang was standing outside the door, and beside his feet sat a large bag of steamed bun-shaped pet treats. With the young man also pushing a big suitcase, it was not easy to pass.

While Lin Yang’s attention was diverted, Si Jiu yanked her hand free at once.

Lin Yang looked at Si Jiu for a long moment, then turned to the young man and said, “Sorry.”

He lifted the bag at his feet and stepped aside.

The young man pushed his suitcase past Lin Yang. After a few steps, he suddenly looked back. “Don’t be tugging and pulling at my door. It’s indecent.”

Lin Yang: “???”

Si Jiu: Ha!

After saying that, the young man did not linger. He went to his own door, entered the password, opened it, went inside, and shut it in one smooth motion, not casting the slightest glance at anyone else.

From body and mind to behavior, he was the very picture of aloofness.

Little did anyone know that once the door closed, he stood frozen in the entryway, unmoving. After a long moment, he tore off his mask and raised a hand to cover his eyes, his face full of vexation.

Outside, Si Jiu threw Lin Yang a single line: “Don’t come looking for me again, and don’t message me either. I’ve blocked you.” Then she slammed the door shut with a bang.

Lin Yang rubbed the tip of his nose, nearly struck by the door, then twirled his fingers. The sensation of holding Wanwan’s hand seemed to linger still, stirring something restless in him for reasons he could not quite explain.

Steamed Bun circled happily around Si Jiu’s feet, tail whipping the air, every bit of longing and closeness toward her on full display.

Compared with people, Si Jiu actually liked animals more. They were simple and direct, without so many hidden turns; whether they liked you or disliked you was plain at a glance.

That was why she had been so affectionate toward the black dragon in his true form, and why she was also relatively tolerant of him in human form.

How had he suddenly self-destructed like that? It must have hurt terribly.

“Woof woof~”

Seeing that its owner was ignoring it, Steamed Bun barked twice and jumped at Si Jiu’s leg, begging for petting.

Si Jiu came to herself, bent down, and rubbed Steamed Bun’s head. “Tsk. Why am I starting to overthink things?”

That is not like Si Jiu at all!

“All right, let me have a look. Has our Steamed Bun put on weight lately?”

She crouched down and hugged Steamed Bun, trying to feel how heavy he had become, only to have her face licked full of slobber.

“Tsk. Just like certain dragons.”

After playing with Steamed Bun for a while, Si Jiu began thinking about how to get close to the male lead naturally.

The good news was that he was actually her neighbor. That saved her the trouble of making up another excuse to run to the hospital and pry information out of a doctor.

The bad news was that, judging from their two brief encounters, the male lead in this world was not someone easy to approach.

“Son, you know what the male lead likes, right? Give me a spoiler?”

The system answered with perfect innocence and confusion, while inwardly complaining wildly: Isn’t what the male lead likes just you?

“Pretending to be dumb with me?”

“How can you even be sure that person is the male lead?”

“I’m very sure, okay!”

“...No spoilers. I have limits too, you know. Host daddy, you’re already a mature host; you need to learn how to advance the plot yourself. Don’t drag me into violating the rules, sob sob sob.”

The system put on a pitiful show of tears and grievances. It had seen through her long ago. The host was a heartless scumbag woman. When she needed something, it was “son”; when she didn’t, it became “System 023.” She used things and discarded them, cold and without conscience.

It didn’t want to get along with her anymore, sob sob sob.

Si Jiu was silent for a moment, and the system grew anxious.

Just as it was about to crack under the wordless pressure and nearly surrender, it heard Si Jiu say, “Fine. You’re right. I shouldn’t rely on you for everything.”

The system was nearly moved to tears.

My host could never be this reasonable!

“After all, you’re only a useless AI.”

The system: furious exit from the group chat!