FOBTS CH19

Chapter 19: Brother, You Smell So Good

“Second brother,” Jian Feng asked, “are you always smiling now?”

Jian Yuheng: “…:|”

Not anymore. Now, he had a serious, unsmiling face.

“Second brother,” Jian Feng continued, “your inspiration for making that PPT is… quite unique.”

“I…” Jian Yuheng was at a loss for words.

Could this be called inspiration? This was just bad judgment.

He had miscalculated. To claim credit, the premise was that the thing in someone else’s hands had to be credit-worthy.

What had he taken? A hot potato?

What had given him the nerve to snatch something from Song Ruochen?

The all-hands meeting for the branch office had just ended, and people were constantly walking past the two of them, their gazes of all kinds landing on them.

Jian Feng was sitting on pins and needles.

“President Jian, Second Young Master,” a manager greeted them, “tomorrow is the weekend. The branch office is organizing a team-building activity. Would you like to join us for some relaxation?”

Jian Yuheng: “Sure.”

They had just dealt with a few problematic junior leaders, including Yan Fen, with swift and decisive methods. It was necessary to take the opportunity to get closer to the employees.

“Brother, are you coming?” Jian Yuheng turned to ask.

Jian Feng shook his head. “I’m a homebody.”

Jian Yuheng: “.”

That sounded a bit familiar.

“I still have some emails to deal with,” Jian Feng added. “Let Secretary Song go on my behalf.”

“Fine,” Jian Yuheng said through gritted teeth.

That rogue surnamed Song had probably run off by now and would be hard to catch.

What kind of proper omega studies their pheromones in the office? He had nearly been kicked straight into his susceptible period.

Thank goodness for the rewind.

But that sweet and sour grape scent seemed to linger in his memory—a rather unique fruity aroma.

“Don’t worry about it, brother,” Jian Yuheng offered a simple reassurance. “Be bold. Life doesn’t have as many spectators as you think.”

“President Jian, you’re trending online,” Assistant Gong reported. “Second Young Master is amazing—free advertising for the company.”

Jian Feng: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

*

“Song Ruochen, a genius among men.”

“In less than half an hour, I mastered the art of controlling my pheromones.”

“Did you see that moment? I completely froze the villainous brother in his tracks.”

On the way back to the hotel, Song Ruochen spent the entire time praising himself.

“So this is what my pheromones smell like,” Song Ruochen said. “Like fresh, juicy grapes.”

Fruity scents were simply the best.

“I really want to know what others smell like,” Song Ruochen mused.

The phone in his pocket buzzed. He pulled it out to check—it was a text message:

{As of 2 PM today, the national database shows that 13 people have an 80% or higher compatibility with you, 4 people have a 90% or higher compatibility, and 1 person has 95% or higher compatibility!}

{The data is continuously updating. Please download the ‘Awooo~’ app to chat with them! Download link: http://￥#…mqq666.cn}

Song Ruochen: “?”

Has the data been updated?

Someone with a high compatibility score had appeared in this world.

What does he look like? Is he handsome?

The branch office was one subway stop away from the hotel. Song Ruochen, suddenly feeling frugal, decided to take the subway back.

It happened to be rush hour, and the subway was packed. Song Ruochen felt like, “Whose phone did I scan, and who scanned mine?”

After getting off the elevator, unlocking the door, and collapsing onto the sofa, he noticed a new app on his phone called “Awoo~.”

[You must have downloaded it by accident.]

“Probably,” Song Ruochen replied.

[Why didn’t you take a cab?]

[You’re willing to spend 1,000 yuan on a game skin without hesitation, but you refuse to spend 10 yuan on a cab ride.]

“That’s just how we college students are,” Song Ruochen said.

Since it had already been downloaded, he decided to explore the app. After all, he’d never seen a social app for the ABO world.

Curious, Song Ruochen opened “Awoo~.”

The app’s interface was clean and fresh, without anything indecent.

However, his friend list already had 13 contacts. Clicking on a friend’s avatar displayed the compatibility score between them, but nothing else.

True to being an official app, its privacy protection was excellent. Whether to display information depended entirely on mutual consent.

Song Ruochen set up an avatar and a bio, then exited the app.

Exhausted from work, he found joy in watching others work.

Ten minutes later, a level-one account named “Stay Calm, Don’t Song” entered Yan Ci’s livestream room.

Yan Ci was earnestly streaming a game, patiently chatting with viewers: “The streamer wasn’t scared; there’s someone in the bushes. Look, there really is!”

Song Ruochen recharged 1 yuan and sent it to Yan Ci in ten separate gifts.

“You’re here,” Yan Ci said.

Suddenly, a wave of comments flooded the chat:

—[Let’s check out one of the trending topic protagonists.]

—[Who dares say Yan Ci isn’t a match for President Jian now?]

—[Your husband loves you so much, constantly proclaiming his love to the world.]

—[I’m crying. Where can I find an alpha who understands love and expresses it so well?]

Yan Ci: “?”

“What’s going on?” Yan Ci asked. “Let’s focus on the game first. I’ll check it out after the stream.”

Thirty minutes later, Yan Ci ended the stream.

[Yan Ci]: 0.0 WTF!

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o

[Yan Ci]: Secretary Song, I want to go to the desert.

[Song Ruochen]: I forbid it!

[Yan Ci]: Little Grape, Jian Feng also said he wanted to go earlier. Let’s go together, and you can fly the plane.

[Song Ruochen]: @#…

Song Ruochen retracted a message.

[Song Ruochen]: Madam, some urgent work just came up. I’ll go discuss it with President Jian.

*

At the hotel’s top-floor gym, exclusive to VIP clients, Jian Yuheng was lifting weights while chatting with his brother.

The alpha’s toned muscles tightened as sweat slid down his neck.

“Did your compatibility test results come out?” Jian Feng asked. “The family is urging us.”

“They did,” Jian Yuheng replied.

“Let me see.” His brother reached out.

“100%? That’s such a high compatibility score,” Jian Feng exclaimed. “Yan Ci and I are only 98%.”

“High compatibility is fate. You should try to get to know them,” Jian Feng advised. “Cherish this opportunity.”

“I’m not interested. Besides, I can’t get to know them,” Jian Yuheng said. “Look at their avatar and bio.”

“You’re discriminating against their avatar and bio?” Jian Feng opened “Awoo~.”

ID: Corporate Drone
Bio: Working hard, empty eyes. Low salary, calm heart. Waiting for money to fall into my lap.
Avatar: A random livestock animal.

Jian Feng: “…”

Truly… zero desire to communicate.

“Crazy omega,” Jian Yuheng commented. “Not interested.”

Ding.

“You’re discriminating against their avatar and bio?” Jian Feng asked again.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

What’s Song Ruochen up to? What kind of rewind is this, this time?

“Stupid omega,” Jian Yuheng repeated. “Not interested.”

Ding.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

What now? Can’t even insult someone anymore?

“An omega with too much corporate stench,” Jian Yuheng insulted tactfully. “Not interested.”

This time, there was no “ding,” and time seemed to flow normally again.

“Keep looking,” Jian Feng said. “There are plenty of good omegas in the company too.”

“President Jian.” The gym door was knocked twice.

Song Ruochen suddenly appeared.

“What is it, Secretary Song?” Jian Feng asked.

“The board of directors from headquarters sent over a document for you to review tonight,” Song Ruochen said, handing over a printed document.

“Let me take a look.” Jian Feng flipped through the document.

Jian Yuheng glanced over as well—

Page 1: New project budget proposal.
Page 2: How dry is the Sahara Desert?
Page 3: Recruitment plan for the next batch of streamers under Xiaoshi Media.
Page 4: How hot is the desert during the day?

Jian Yuheng: “…”

At least one thing was clear: this unlucky secretary had no intention of sending his brother to the desert.

So, what was Song Ruochen’s mission?

Cyber matchmaking? Marriage photos? Was Song Ruochen actually… a matchmaker?

“President Jian,” Song Ruochen spoke again. “The company’s helicopter is in for repairs.”

Jian Yuheng drank water.

“Hmm?” Jian Feng asked. “What’s wrong with it?”

Song Ruochen: “The paint chipped.”

“Alright,” Jian Feng said. “Did you ask them to repaint it? That doesn’t affect its use…”

“The president’s belongings must not be neglected. I’ve had them repaint the entire thing,” Song Ruochen said. “The new design features a honeymoon photo of you and your spouse. It’s a beautiful aircraft. Every takeoff and landing will be a stunning sight. Would you like to have your marriage certificate number engraved on it too?”

Jian Feng: “…”

Jian Yuheng spat out a mouthful of water.

“Go review the documents, President Jian,” Song Ruochen said. “I’ve highlighted the key points for you. With the branch office undergoing a major overhaul and headquarters busy, I won’t be scheduling any trips for you for now.”

Jian Feng hesitated. “Isn’t this a bit too much?”

“You are the company’s president. You shouldn’t fear challenges,” Song Ruochen replied.

Jian Feng hesitated again but eventually walked away.

After resolving the issues with the president and the helicopter, Song Ruochen let out a sigh of relief.

Exhausted, he realized he had forgotten to bring a document earlier. Too lazy to walk back, he rewound himself back into the room.

As he stepped out again, he was stopped by Jian Yuheng.

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng said, “stay.”

Caught. Firmly.

A pair of boxing gloves was shoved into Song Ruochen’s hands.

“Spar with me,” Jian Yuheng said.

Song Ruochen: “?”

“Secretary Song’s resume mentions a high-level ranking in Sanda,” Jian Yuheng said. “Come, let me experience it.”

Should he pin him to the ground or against the railing for punishment later?

Jian Yuheng grabbed Song Ruochen by the collar.

Why wasn’t he saying anything? Was he scared?

Forget it. This useless guy probably didn’t know a thing about Sanda and could only take a beating.

He’d stop once he bullied him into tears.

If he begged for mercy, it wouldn’t be impossible to let it slide.

“So fragrant,” Song Ruochen murmured. “The smell of hawthorn slices. It’s so appetizing and good for digestion.”

Song Ruochen: “I’m hungry.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

The omega’s slender, fair fingers grabbed his collar, lightly tapping the area near his collarbone.

“No wonder people say alphas have a faint scent of pheromones after exercising,” Song Ruochen said. “Why don’t you sweat a bit more?”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Not a matchmaker—more like a little pervert.

“Song Ruochen,” Jian Yuheng said, raising his fist, “focus on getting beaten up.”

Song Ruochen shivered. “Crap, crap, crap! System, rewind, rewind!”

Song Ruochen: “I know a little martial arts myself. Let’s go back to the fight. It’s time for me to counterattack.”

[Rewinding two minutes for you.]

Jian Feng stood at the door, holding a thick stack of documents, looking hesitant. “Isn’t this a bit too much?”

Now in defensive mode, Song Ruochen kicked out, landing a blow on Jian Yuheng.

Jian Feng: “?”

“I—I like having more!” Jian Feng stammered, wide-eyed, before turning and sprinting out of the gym.

Song Ruochen: “What the…?”

Sorry, rewound too far.

“Song! Ruo! Cheng!” Jian Yuheng growled through gritted teeth. “Do! You! Want! To! Die?!”