Chapter 8: One More Score

“This cat is nice, quite cute.”

“Where did you buy it? What are you going to name it?”

“What does something this small eat? Does it eat the braised chicken rice from the cafeteria?”

After bringing the Ragdoll cat back to the dorm and buying a litter box on the way, Qin Liang had originally planned to ask his roommates for their opinions on him keeping a cat. If it wasn’t okay, he would mail the Ragdoll to his parents and have the butler take care of it for a while. To his surprise, his roommates seemed even more enthusiastic about the kitten than he was.

‘As expected, boys aren’t lacking a soft spot in their hearts.’

‘What does it eat?’

Qin Liang took note of this question, his ice-blue eyes looking at the kitten in the litter box, which was barely bigger than his palm.

‘It’s too small to eat braised chicken rice.’

He suddenly remembered the bag of cat food the little shota had given him before he left. He opened the bag, tore it open, and poured the full-grained cat food into the cat bowl.

As the level of cat food in the bag gradually decreased, Qin Liang’s fingertips suddenly touched something cold. He pulled it out to have a look.

A… fountain pen?

The pen’s body was dark and cool, with fine golden patterns. Upon closer inspection, they looked like dormant little dragons, winding and lifelike, an extremely fine piece of craftsmanship.

‘Not only did he give me cat food, but he also included a fountain pen?’

Qin Liang held the pen gently, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace.

Li Wei was teasing the cat with cat food and asked, “What are you going to name this cat?”

“Let’s call it Kele,” Qin Liang replied without thinking.

Pfft!!

Tang Yunle, who was drinking lemonade and watching videos, spat out a mouthful of lemonade all over his computer screen, drawing the gazes of the other three.

“It’s nothing, I just choked a little,” Tang Yunle laughed it off, trying to gloss it over.

He didn’t know why, but when he heard Qin Liang say the word “Kele,” he couldn’t help but think of the sugar daddy who showered him with gold coins, of the fact that he had already come to this university, and of the prospect of meeting in person. His heart was filled with guilt.

‘Online, I can pretend to be a girl, but in real life, no matter how I pretend, I can’t become a girl.’

“Then let’s call it Yanhuo.”

Qin Liang thought for a moment and decided to change the name.

Naming a cat after the nickname of a netizen he got along with well just felt a bit awkward.

Besides, after the military training, he would have to meet her in person. If she found out he had a cat named ‘Kele,’ Qin Liang could almost imagine the look she would give him.

After adding food and fresh water for the newly named kitten “Yanhuo,” Qin Liang climbed up to the bunk above Tang Yunle’s.

His bed was neat and tidy. Apart from the essential three-piece bedding set, there was only a folding table and a few books.

Qin Liang liked to read and write in his diary every day before going to sleep.

But before reading and writing in his diary, he had one more unresolved matter to attend to.

On the lower bunk, Tang Yunle looked at the message from “GentleAsAGem” on his screen, his mouth twitching.

GentleAsAGem: –Kele, the leg pics from last time. expectanteyes.jpg

Although he cursed “old perv” in his heart, he still quickly selected a perfectly angled leg picture from his gallery and clicked send.

‘First, I need to keep him stable, then wait for Meng-jie to go through the process.’

‘It’s just a pity about this generous sugar daddy.’

‘After cultivating this relationship for so long, I have to run away after getting so little gold.’

‘And after I run, I won’t have any income until I’ve cultivated a new sugar daddy. I’ll have to be frugal with the money I have now.’

If possible, Tang Yunle wished he could go back to the kind of relationship they had before, where he provided emotional value and the other person gave him money.

Not like now, where they were in the same school, and he didn’t even know the other person’s real identity.

He was in a constant state of panic, afraid that at any moment someone would tap him on the shoulder and whisper “Kele” in his ear.

The picture he sent this time was of a pair of fleshy, beautiful legs, smooth and delicate, with a soft, beautiful aesthetic. The thighs were on the plump side, with smooth, beautiful lines, making one want to give them a squeeze.

After getting along for so long, Tang Yunle had figured out the preferences of this nameless sugar daddy.

He had a leg fetish and a stocking fetish, with the leg fetish being more prominent.

He liked to send him all sorts of leg-baring clothes, such as cheongsams, short skirts, and high-slit dresses. Every time he received a package, he would take a few leg pictures at the other person’s request and send them to him.

‘This old perv is probably drooling over this leg picture right now.’

Tang Yunle thought to himself.

And as he expected, just one bunk away, Qin Liang’s gaze darkened as he looked at the long legs wrapped in smooth black stockings in the picture. He secretly salivated, his fingers tracing the curves of the beautiful legs in the photo.

He was not ashamed of his preferences in this regard.

Everyone has an appreciation for beauty.

Just as some people like hands, some like faces, and some like chests, he just liked legs. Everyone can have their own aesthetic preferences.

What’s more, for a dying man like him, why should he hide his true thoughts?

GentleAsAGem: –So beautiful. I really want to meet you in person.

It’s Kele, Not Leke: –Thank you, big brother. But we’re about to start military training, so let’s talk about the rest after that.

Ding!

Just then, another message from a linked QQ account popped up, taking over the screen.

Tang Mingnuo: –Bro, bad news. Mom and Dad are fighting again and are talking about divorce now.

Mole’s Manor Lele Knight: –Why are they fighting again?

Tang Mingnuo: –Mom wants a new TV, but Dad won’t allow it. They started arguing and then it escalated.

Mole’s Manor Lele Knight: –…

Mole’s Manor Lele Knight: –Alright, the old way. I’ll get them a new one. Tell me how much it costs, I’ll send you the money.

Tang Mingnuo: –Twelve thousand.

Mole’s Manor Lele Knight: –How much?!!!

Tang Mingnuo: –Twelve thousand. Mom said the old TV has been used for so long, it’s time to get the latest model on the market.

Tang Yunle looked at the twelve thousand, then at the balance in his account, and gave a bitter smile.

‘It’s over. If I send this money, I won’t even have enough for tuition, let alone living expenses.’

Tang Mingnuo: –Bro, hurry up and send it. Dad and Mom are fighting again, I’m going to pull them apart.

‘Alright!’

‘The boat will straighten itself out when it reaches the bridgehead. I’ll solve the family conflict first.’

Tang Yunle gritted his teeth and sent the money.

Then, he looked at the balance in his account and sighed.

‘The remaining money is still one or two thousand short of the tuition fee. Should I take out a campus loan?’

As he was thinking this, his gaze happened to fall on the avatar of “GentleAsAGem,” and an astonishing idea arose in his mind.

‘Since I’m going to delete my account and run away anyway, why not make a big score before I go?’

‘That’s right, since I’m destined to run, I might as well get some more!’

‘If any problems arise, Meng-jie and the others will be there to back me up anyway.’

Once this idea arose, it could no longer be suppressed and grew wildly.

‘Just one more big score, to solve the tuition fee. Just one more big score, to solve the tuition fee.’

‘Solve the tuition fee, then I’ll find a way to get a part-time job for living expenses. As long as I get through these four years, as a graduate of a top-tier university, I’ll definitely be able to find a good job.’

‘Just one more big score…’

Tang Yunle’s eyes gradually became feverish.

He took out his diary and wrote:

September 7th, I’m too short on money. I’m preparing to make another big score. After this one, I’ll delete my account and run. I need to make a plan…

And at almost the same moment, another young man with ice-blue eyes, holding a fountain pen with golden patterns, also began to write in his diary:

September 7th, her legs are very beautiful, a bit plump but not fat. I’m really looking forward to meeting her after the military training.