FOBTS CH30

Chapter 30: 1.5 System Users

“System, you little brat, son of a bitch, monster,” Song Ruochen cursed, “Are you done testing yet?”

[Current progress: 50%, almost done.]

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Jian Yuheng steadily held onto Secretary Song, walking outside for the fifth time. The secretary rested his head on his shoulder, his face growing increasingly frustrated.

It was hard not to laugh, but Jian Yuheng tried his best to hold it in.

Didn’t he want to be held? Why was he angry now?

It couldn’t be that the system was broken, right?

Ding.

This time, Song Ruochen slipped down the stairs.

Song Ruochen: “…Wow.”

Ding dong, ding dong, followed by a chorus of “wow” sounds.

Having lived long enough, Jian Yuheng had seen all sorts of people slip down stairs.

Then came another “ding.”

“Yah wow…” Song Ruochen slid back up the stairs.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Was the system broken?

So funny, stuck on the stairs, like a clown, hahahaha… ha.

Jian Yuheng: “:|”

I am also a clown.

[Almost there, almost there, the last 20%.]

Song Ruochen slid down the stairs at half speed, and his ankle slowly bumped against the edge of the steps.

[Today’s rewind attempts have been used up, refreshing at midnight~]

Song Ruochen tilted his head, as if.

Jian Yuheng waited for five seconds, confirmed that this crazy skill had cooled down, sighed lightly, and walked downstairs. As with the previous times, he horizontally picked up the omega from the floor.

Defeated by frustration, Song Ruochen opened one eye. 0.o

“Why do I feel like the last time he picked me up, he led with his left foot?” Song Ruochen asked the system.

[You remembered wrong.]

“The villain is quite nice, he picked me up.” Song Ruochen said, “I won’t call him the villain anymore.”

[Hero.]

“Well, that’s not necessary.” Song Ruochen said, “System, my foot hurts; compensate me for my foot.”

At a table in the guest reception area, Yan Ci was chatting with Meng Yumian—

“Later, I heard that at the dance that day, someone had planned to embarrass me.” Meng Yumian said, “Secretary Song directly made me look ridiculous.”

“Just say whether it was resolved.” Yan Ci said, “Little grape is very good.”

“Is Song Ruochen grape-flavored?” Meng Yumian asked, “I thought he would have a more indifferent flavor.”

“By the way, I found…” Yan Ci lowered his voice, “Jian Feng’s younger brother seems to…”

There was some noise from the other side of the hall; Yan Ci looked up, and Jian Yuheng was steadily carrying an omega over.

The secretary, expressionless, naturally leaned his head on Jian Yuheng’s shoulder, looking a bit hopeless.

“What’s wrong with Secretary Song?” Meng Yumian turned his head, “?”

Yan Ci was already nowhere to be seen.

Song Ruochen sat on the sofa in the lounge, waiting for the family doctor.

“He went downstairs; he also went downstairs.” Jian Feng gestured while explaining to Yan Ci, “He fell, and he picked him up.”

Song Ruochen: “?”

What the heck?

Jian Yuheng patted his shoulder: “Say it yourself.”

“When the accident happened, I was thinking about Xiaoshi’s future.” Song Ruochen said, “Work injury; Mr. Jian can compensate me a bit.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

It looks like it doesn’t hurt much; he’s still being sarcastic.

Squeak, the sickly childhood friend Meng Yumian pushed open the door, sat down on the chair, panting heavily.

“Eldest young master, second young master.” The family doctor arrived quickly, “Let me see what’s going on.”

After examining him, the doctor said: “A bit of a sprain, plus some skin breakage, nothing serious, rest for two days and it’ll be fine.”

Only two days? Song Ruochen wanted to rest for a week.

“Then I’ll have to trouble the eldest and second young masters to take over my work for these two days.” Song Ruochen said regretfully, “Really sorry.”

There was a cheer from outside the door; the wedding banquet had begun.

Song Ruochen was quite curious about the wedding in this ABO world. Yan Ci probably figured it out and instructed Meng Yumian to push Song Ruochen, and the three of them went to watch the fun.

“Bro, do you have a bad personality?” Jian Yuheng asked, “Yan Ci doesn’t stick to you, and your little childhood friend doesn’t seem to like talking to you much either.”

Jian Feng: “Hiss…”

Do you have a good personality? Huh?

Can’t speak the truth directly.

*

On stage, the beautiful omega bride, wearing a veil, was saying marriage vows with her alpha husband. Both of them had smiles in their eyes.

In the audience.

“Brother.” Jian Feng said, “Do you still have a chance to meet that omega, the one with a 100% compatibility with you?”

Jian Yuheng: “.”

The 100% compatible omega sat in a wheelchair, curiously watching the newlywed couple, his eyes sparkling.

Jian Yuheng’s gaze softened a little. Some people are lively enough to give you a headache, but maybe they also want to have their own alpha?

Not far away, Song Ruochen asked Yan Ci: “Da Zao, are there any more friends getting married recently? Are the dishes and snacks still this delicious?”

“Seems like not.” Yan Ci pondered, “How about I have a wedding anniversary banquet with Jian Feng six months in advance, and little grape, you come eat?”

Song Ruochen: “…Call me Secretary Song.”

Soon, the furry monster will also start shouting randomly.

“Secretary Song, next Friday, Jian Feng’s family has a family dinner; can you accompany me?” Yan Ci asked.

“Ah, I have to go to a performance art exhibition next Friday night, can Secretary Song accompany me?” Meng Yumian also asked.

Yan Ci: “?”

“Secretary Song is my… my husband’s senior secretary.” Yan Ci said, “We knew each other first. 0.0.”

“Ahem… Ahem, ahem… Secretary Song is the only person I can rely on in this city.” Meng Yumian said, “I’m still sick; please let me.”

[Secretary Song’s reputation dropped by 20 points.]

Song Ruochen: “?”

What the heck? What’s this?

Whose script just hit me on the head?

[Yi Mi’s.]

[Hahahaha.]

[Little grape, great.]

[On Friday, you will accompany Yan Ci because at the family dinner, Yan Ci will meet Jian Feng’s grandparents. The grandparents don’t like Yan Ci because they’ve always hoped Jian Feng would marry an omega of the same social standing, so they often speak harshly to Yan Ci.]

[The protagonist is afraid of them, while the protagonist gong failed to notice the emotions in time.]

[Sad Yan Ci carried a heavy burden.]

“Where are we now?” Song Ruochen asked numbly, “The North and South Poles?”

[Not quite.]

[Sad Yan Ci, too heartbroken, stayed home for a week. Secretary Song, due to habitual thinking, searched the entire Earth.]

Song Ruochen: “…”

Song Ruochen: “…………”

“Alright.” Song Ruochen said, “I will never let my wife suffer any grievances.”

And the furry monster?

The furry monster is also quite good; Song Ruochen wouldn’t let the furry monster suffer any grievances either.

“Don’t argue because of me,” Song Ruochen said, “I’ll go get some water.”

Not far away, Jian Yuheng asked the waiter for a glass of wine again. The wine was brewed quite well, sweet and fragrant, but he just felt something was missing.

“Yuheng.” Jian Feng remembered something, “Next week is Grandpa’s 70th birthday; remember to free up some time.”

“Okay,” Jian Yuheng said, “No problem.”

Jian Feng: “I’ll have Secretary Song plan it well, as a sign of filial piety.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Who are you talking about?

Filial piety or laughing piety?

“How about I do it…” Jian Yuheng hesitated.

“This little thing, let Secretary Song handle it; he’s going to rest for two days anyway,” Jian Feng said, “Don’t let him be idle.”

*

A few days later.

A luxury car zoomed over and stopped at the entrance of the banquet hall. The door opened, and Jian Si and Chen Wu got out of the car.

Because they had been pampered, time hadn’t left many traces on these two elderly people.

“This venue is quite beautiful,” Mrs. Chen Wu praised, “Today, you should enjoy your 70th birthday.”

“Will the eldest’s wife come today?” Jian Si, the grandfather of Jian Yuheng and Jian Feng, asked.

“I don’t really like that little omega,” Mrs. Chen Wu frowned, “He’s timid, always nervous around me, and back then, I actually paid more attention to Meng Yumian. He grew up with Jian Feng, and his personality is calm and dignified.”

“Meng Yumian is good,” Jian Si said, “But his health isn’t great, actually, he’s not very suitable.”

“Meng Yumian is having an art exhibition in A City,” Mrs. Chen Wu said, “Jian Feng, this child, how come he doesn’t care? I still want to go see Meng Yumian when I have time.”

“Secretary Song, haha, come chase me!” A wheelchair flew by.

Grandfather: “?”

Grandmother: “?”

“Meng Yumian, stop!” Yan Ci put his hands on his hips.

What appeared before the grandfather and grandmother was a large exhibition hall. Half of the hall was filled with tables and chairs, and the other half was filled with strange people.

“What… what is this?” Mrs. Chen Wu asked.

“This is a performance art exhibition combined with a 70th birthday banquet,” Jian Yuheng said expressionlessly, “Grandpa, Grandma, please sit down.”

Grandfather, Grandmother: “…”

“Please sit, Grandpa, Grandma,” Song Ruochen smiled and guided them, “The venue is spacious, open, and free, with many advantages.”

Mainly, he had slept at home for three days and only remembered to plan the birthday banquet in the last hour. There were no venues left in the city, and only Meng Yumian was willing to give up half of the space.

Just right, on Friday night, he could accompany two people at once.

“Secretary Song,” Meng Yumian rolled over, “I’m wearing this yellow costume today.”

Grandfather: “…”

Grandmother: “…”

“Actually, I think,” Mrs. Chen Wu said, “Yan Ci is quite dignified too.”

“Yes, yes,” Grandfather said, “He’s just a bit timid; we’ll teach him more; maybe he’ll be fine.”

“Be stricter with him,” Mrs. Chen Wu said, “Maybe soon he’ll become an omega worthy of our Jian family.”

The venue for the combined banquet was actually a resort winery, and the scenery was quite beautiful. After the banquet started, the people doing the performance art exhibition went to the side hall, and the birthday banquet finally became more formal.

Song Ruochen glanced over. Yan Ci was sitting very properly, with a standard smile on his face, already so nervous that he was frozen. The people around him had already started eating, but Yan Ci was still in the state of not having turned the PPT page.

Song Ruochen moved a table and placed a piece of rib in front of Yan Ci: “Madam, eat.”

Yan Ci: “0.0..”

Already hungry, Yan Ci lowered his head, ready to eat the rib.

“Yan Ci,” Jian Feng’s uncle spoke up, his tone full of reproach, “Everyone hasn’t started eating yet, how can you eat first?”

All the eyes at the table immediately focused on Yan Ci.

Grandmother lifted her gaze, glancing displeasedly at her eldest son, then looked at Yan Ci.

This granddaughter-in-law was still as soft and timid as ever.

Yan Ci: “0.0..”

“What’s wrong?” Song Ruochen, sitting next to Yan Ci, spoke up, “Everyone hasn’t moved their chopsticks, but Mr. Jian has already started?”

Jian Yuheng glanced over. The lively little secretary had his left hand propped against his cheek, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes cold and contemptuous.

Jian Feng’s uncle: “…”

“Husband… said we can eat now.” Yan Ci looked at Song Ruochen, clenched his fist, and then said, “As a couple, does Uncle think that Jian Feng doesn’t have a say in this family?”

Song Ruochen: “:)”

“How about… we all sit here,” Yan Ci said, “Wait for Uncle to fire the starting gun?”

“Grandpa already started eating,” Song Ruochen said, “Mr. Jian said ‘everyone,’ does that mean Grandpa is no longer part of the family?”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Feng: “…………”

Grandfather: “.”

Jian Feng’s uncle was sweating.

“Alright, alright,” Grandmother Chen Wu spoke up, “The birthday banquet is meant to be fun, eat whatever you want, no need for so many rules. A harmonious family is the key to success, stop bullying Yan Ci.”

Grandfather: “Right, right.”

Jian Yuheng and Jian Feng’s uncle quickly apologized: “Sorry, it was a careless remark. I also educate the younger generation like this at home, it’s a habit.”

“Careless, but no brains?” Song Ruochen said, “Then I understand and respect it.”

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng raised his voice.

Here we go, full firepower.

“Sorry, I misspoke,” Song Ruochen said, “It’s great that Mr. Jian doesn’t hold it against me.”

Chen Wu looked up, gratified, and looked at Yan Ci, then curiously turned her gaze to Song Ruochen.

“Secretary Song, are you married?” Chen Wu asked, “Have you found a suitable alpha?”

“Not interested at the moment,” Song Ruochen replied politely.

“Alright, I understand,” Chen Wu said, “Everyone, let’s eat; the birthday cake will be cut later.”

Song Ruochen: “:D”

The birthday cake, never tasted before, would it be very delicious?

Jian Yuheng glanced at his little secretary beside him. Song Ruochen was eating fruits and snacks, not much meat, his wrist so thin, and his shoulders and back looked frail.

“Little grape, Fuzzy Monster will soon return to his own city,” Yan Ci whispered, “I am your long-term friend.”

“Let’s play together, no more chirping,” Song Ruochen said, “And don’t chirp about me behind my back.”

Yan Ci shifted his gaze.

Song Ruochen turned around and found a large pig’s trotters in his bowl.

Song Ruochen: “:0”

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Song Ruochen turned around and blocked the pig’s trotters Jian Yuheng was trying to put in his bowl: “Second young master, leave it for yourself to complement your form.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The evil thought defeated the good one.

[Feedback: Latest message.]

Song Ruochen: “?”

[After system maintenance, the number of people online using the coin pouch backup is still 1.5 people.]

[The main system says this 0.5 might not mean half a person, but rather that the person only has half the usage rights.]

Song Ruochen: “Damn.”

Song Ruochen: “Doesn’t that mean he’s freeloading?”

[Uh…]

[This luck, he might not even want it?]

[I will start scanning from the Arctic, moving southward, and it will take three years.]

[We need to find this half-person and apologize to them.]

Song Ruochen: “You apologize yourself; I’m not taking the blame for this.”

[Anyway, the backup system is functioning properly, let’s both look for the person.]

“Alright,” Song Ruochen said.

The birthday cake was good, and Song Ruochen happily ate two large pieces. After the meal, the grandparents were in a good mood and suggested everyone go sing.

Song Ruochen followed, and Fuzzy Monster, who had just finished the performance art exhibition, also went along.

Jian Feng ordered several songs and called everyone to join in: “Little brother, I’ve given you a challenge, can you sing it?”

“Wow, this song has high notes,” said a certain alpha from the Jian family, “I can do this!”

“I’ll give it a try,” Jian Yuheng said, “When I was in school, I won the top ten singers twice, sang at the graduation party twice, and once at the opening ceremony.”

Jian Feng: “?”

Why suddenly recite a resume?

Song Ruochen became a bit interested and looked up at Jian Yuheng.

However, this high note was indeed difficult, with a low success rate. Jian Yuheng tried once, barely hitting the note. He couldn’t guarantee that he would succeed the second time.

“Sounds good!” Yan Ci clapped.

“Sounds good,” Song Ruochen said.

He had wanted to record a clip of the villain singing, but his phone fell into the sofa crevice, and he couldn’t get it back for a while.

Unable to do anything, Song Ruochen had to restore the backup.

Ding.

The phone returned to Song Ruochen’s hand, and the song returned to the prelude.

“Little brother!” Jian Feng said, “You can do it!”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

皿

I already said the success rate is low, why do I have to start from the beginning again?

—–

Author’s Note

Second Young Master Jian: When boasting, no one said we had to test the strength multiple times!