novelSuper Flirty
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Chapter Chapter 88 - Super Flirty translator: xiin editor: kara
The center of the low-pressure aura went into the kitchen and silently made himself a cup of hot chocolate.
At this time, he saw a note stuck to the cocoa powder can. Victor had written: I've adjusted it according to your tastes. Add three spoonfuls to 350ml of water every time. There's 1500g here, and I'll definitely be back by the time it's all finished. Muah muah XD
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However... only 1500 grams?!
9 days.
It would be finished in 9 days! Victor wasn't back yet!
It took him four days to receive a reply to the questioning message he'd sent to Victor, who was in another Star Province. The first paragraph of the message specifically focused on answering the question: "... Male god! That extra large 50g spoon is used for soup!! If you use it to make hot chocolate, it will be so thick that you'll die of sweetness ahhhhhhh!"
Seeing this, the old antique went back into the kitchen and opened up the cupboard. He then discovered an entire row of spoons and fell into deep thought.
Interstellar people had so many affectations; they even had 9 spoons of varying sizes!
The old antique felt that it was very normal for him not to know about this kind of thing.
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Therefore, nine days after Victor had left, the first text message that Tyron had sent had finally arrived, and the first reply that Victor had sent him had also been received.
Tyron expressed: You took the wrong t-shirt.
Victor expressed: I didn't, I didn't (∠ω∠) I secretly took away two pieces of clothing for my replacement puppet.
Attached was a photo of Victor sitting cross-legged on the sofa holding a half-meter tall Lord Four pillow. His head rested on top of the pillow as he smiled at the camera.
This Lord Four pillow had been specially customized for him. It had a pair of dead-fish eyes, a clump of hair on its head, and both arms were crossed over its chest. These arms could be separated and re-crossed. If they were wrapped around Victor's arm, then it became a huge arm accessory that held onto a person while wearing a disdainful expression.
... In any case, the old antique still didn't understand the interstellar people's aesthetic tastes, but Victor loved that pillow to death.
He had clearly only taken a small suitcase with him, but he'd stuffed such a large pillow inside. The night before he had left, he'd been extremely anxious as he battled with the vacuum machine in order to shrink the pillow into a size that would fit.
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After this message, several more messages followed behind like snowflakes drifting in a storm.
Tyron had only just realized that the one and only message he'd sent out should have already reached Victor's hands, but on the other side, the continuous messages from Victor had already covered the skies, the overwhelming amount enough to almost drown him.
Although the cost of communicating across Star Provinces wasn't expensive, based on Victor's frequency, he'd probably used up ten lovers' data packages in just one day!
Victor: [Photo of a view overlooking a planet] I've arrived! Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it beautiful? When I have money, I'll go buy that green resort! (Around 4PM in the afternoon)
Victor: Hahahahaha look at the rolling mountains in the distance and the vast sea of grass! These are the rivers and mountains that I have obtained for you! Do you want lychees? Do you want lychees?? I'll send them to you via interstellar express!
Victor: [Photo of the local people] Heeheehee, the locals here like to wear skirts. It's said that there's nothing underneath. When the wind blows, many free-flowing men will stand there on the spot and cover their crotch, and the scene is like a charmingly shy illusion...
Victor: [Photo of the interior of the hotel] The hospitality here is quite good. I'm going to hurry up and rest now, there's a meeting early tomorrow morning (Around 7PM in the evening)
Victor: Muah. (9PM)
Victor: Yingyingying I can't sleep. (10PM)
Victor: [Photo of the Lord Four pillow] My god, it was really over-vacuumed. It was all wrinkled when I took it out. You've become an old man... (10:30PM)
Victor: I miss you a little. (11PM)
Victor: Well, I woke up in the middle of the night and thought of you. (2:40AM)
Victor: Good morning, there's still three minutes until the alarm goes off. I'm dozing off while thinking of you. (7:57AM)
Tyron: "......"
My Vic... had become quite the chatterbox.
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From the second day onwards, Victor had a lot of business to attend to. After all, he was the youngest member of the association, both in age and generation. Therefore, he had to recognize everyone he met as an elder. He really had quite a hard time because of it.
If an elder wanted to give him a gift, he couldn't refuse; if an elder asked him out for dinner, he couldn't refuse; if an elder wanted him to stay behind for a chat, he had to be humble and willing to learn; if the elder had encountered difficulties, he had to provide timely assistance...
Victor smiled politely, and after he turned away, he secretly sent off a message: [Photo of a stealthily taken selfie] Seizing the opportunity to think about you a bit.
Later that evening, an older gentleman forgot what he was saying and paused for a full twenty seconds.
Victor had pretended that his cellphone had fallen to the ground by accident and lowered his head to take another selfie: Shamelessly thinking about you for a moment.
Later, they went to look over the venue for the ribbon-cutting ceremony that would be held the next day. Victor hid inside a prop with a guitar on its back and sat down cross-legged as he sent out: Sneaking off to think about you for a bit.
While sitting behind the one-way glass in a corporate car, Victor took the opportunity to take out his cell phone again: Now, I can think of you openly! Hahahahaha!
Tyron flipped back and forth through these photos for a moment, then saved the one with the weirdest smile into the local drive.
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In addition to sneakily taking selfies instead of working, Victor's text messages also came attached with some news photos.
Because it was impossible for Victor to take selfies when he was doing proper business, he would pick out a few photos of himself from the news and match them up with words of his own.
For example, a photo of a meeting. A group of venerable elders sat in the front row, all of whom were honorary vice presidents. Victor sat modestly at the end of the table in accordance to his rank, but no matter what, he was still seated in a vice-president position, which was a very clear affirmation of his position.
Amidst the group of old gentlemen, a handsome young man like him simply stood out from the rest. In particular, he also gave a very important speech that had been well-prepared and was delivered impeccably on the spot. Many other young people couldn't help but unconsciously nod their heads similar to the way chicken pecked at rice.
Many news agencies, when editing the front draft for this story, would still arrange the photos according to the individuals' levels of seniority. By the time it reached the second draft, Victor was placed directly in the center--they couldn't help it: He was easy on the eyes, and it was more likely to please the readers.
Due to the fact that this young man had a high-ranking-official mother, who was a deputy governor, and he himself also wanted to avoid too much exposure, Victor's name wasn't mentioned in any prominent positions. However, this didn't prevent his little fans from digging up his life and exposing it all.
Many of Victor's fans directly flowed into the 'Lord Four x Representative' CP circle. Victor appeared very proper on the surface, acting as though he knew nothing about these things, but it was completely different in private!
He had sent many photos of official occasions to Lord Four as well as the CP photos that fans had put together. He even expressed: So! Damn! Cool!
On the second night, when he was back in the hotel, he set up his cell phone and took a small video to show exactly how great he felt internally--
Indeed, Victor hadn't even taken his suit off yet before rushing into his room and embracing the body pillow. He rolled around on the bed like a whirlwind before stopping to giggle foolishly, then started to roll back and forth again...
He raised his head all of a sudden, his hair flopping over his forehead as he picked up his cell phone. He was gasping for breath and laughing at the same time, and he fell back onto the bed and whispered, "What to do? I miss you so much."
With that, Victor's smile gradually receded in the video. He abruptly looked at the camera quietly, not moving at all. After a long time, he spoke again, "I want to kiss you."
Then, he sighed and clutched the crumpled-up pillow beside him, holding it in his arms in an increasingly tight grip.
After watching this video, Tyron thought for a moment and went offline to the real world.
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Three and a half days later, Victor received an urgent letter.
When he saw the signature, he first cheered, then quickly turned on the camera, and aimed it at himself. He picked up the Lord Four pillow that he had finally found time to iron out after much difficulty--
When everything was ready, he opened up the envelope to see a postcard and a video data card inside.
He stuck the video card into his cell phone and was able to watch the video that was a mere 10 seconds long:
At the start, he saw Lord Four sitting at a table. The video only showed the upper half of his body and lower half of his face. His thin lips were pursed slightly, the curve of his lower jaw stretching up gracefully. The lapel of his shirt was half open, and he appeared very lazy and casual like he'd just gotten up.
Tyron unhurriedly took a sip of water, then suddenly stretched out his hands to clasp two stacks of postcards. His long fingers stretched out, and the postcards were nimbly rotated, flipped, and folded up in the palm of his hand.
These postcards all flashed by in front of the camera. They were all custom-made cards from the A-League's provincial competition set and recorded all of the most brilliant and exciting moments on the field.
These images all seemed like magic as they shifted freely under Lord Four's hands, forming a fascinating close-up scene.
All of a sudden, Tyron's hands stopped moving. He plucked out a postcard with its back to the camera, and then slowly raised it up--
The edge of the postcard reached his lips and touched them lightly.
A, a kiss!
--Victor's breathing stopped right then! It was so attractive that he clutched at the pillow, his hair wanting to stand up on end!
On the screen, Tyron suddenly sent the postcard flying at the camera!
The postcard hit the switch on the camera directly, and the video recording turned dark.
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When the video ended, Victor quickly opened up the envelope and drew out the postcard.
On the front of the postcard was actually a close-up of the War God!
It seemed to be from the last match in the group competition when he stood there in front of the fire. The outline of his figure was tall and sharp, the metal buttons and a small portion of his blade reflecting a cold light. Beyond that, the most fascinating thing was a pair of dark, golden eyes, reflecting the light in the darkness like pieces of amber.
It was the perfect coexistence between wildness, laziness, coldness, and arrogance, and was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes away.
Victor stared at the postcard for a long time before flipping it over.
There wasn't even a single word on the back of the postcard.
Even so, Victor stuck the postcard on his face, giggled happily for a long time, kissed it like a treasure, then held up his pillow and bounced onto the bed with a bang...
He rolled back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
All of a sudden, Victor stood up from the bed again and quickly groped around for a piece of paper from his bedside table.
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Another three and a half days later, Tyron received a reply from Victor.
There was a little note inside that said: I will send you my little world.
The master assassin picked up the envelope and spent a long time pouring out the contents before a flat, folded paper flower fell out from within.
--A bluebell.
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