DMMY Chapter 8: Sleeping

[Wish Mission: Sleep with the person you hate the most]

Sleep?

What kind of sleep?

Sheng Yan’s pupils widened in shock.

In the book “After Getting the Wish System, I Reached the Peak of Life”, although tasks were required, they were all about increasing someone’s favorability, performing heroic deeds, or acquiring new skills. How did it turn into selling oneself here?

Is this app even legitimate?!

Sheng Yan quickly typed these words on the feedback board.

Three seconds.

The system calmly replied: “[Please don’t overthink, it’s just sleeping in the literal sense.]”

Sheng Yan: “……”

Oh.

Sheng Yan felt a bit embarrassed.

But even just sleeping in the literal sense was awkward.

He didn’t need to think about who he disliked the most, it was definitely Qin Zigui.

After the trouble with Qin Zigui today, and considering that Qin Zigui had previously asked him to keep his distance,but now he was going to embarrass himself by asking Qin Zigui to sleep together. How humiliating.

Sheng Yan just doesn’t want to do it.

But if he didn’t, he wouldn’t complete the task, and he’d have to copy over eight thousand words himself…

A brief hesitation.

Sheng Yan stood up resolutely, picked up the remote control for the air conditioner, turned it to heat mode, removed the battery, replaced the one in an old alarm clock, grabbed his pillow, walked out of the room, stood in front of Qin Zigu’s door, and knocked twice.

The door opened quickly.

Qin Zigui was already in his pajamas, his pitch-black hair naturally flowing down, and he wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on his nose, making him look softer than usual.

But only a little.

He’s still quite pretentious, Sheng Yan thought to himself.

Qin Zigui glanced at him. “What’s up?”

Sheng Yan glanced into the room, seeing the desk lamp still on and a pile of books and papers scattered on the table, he asked, “Still not sleeping?”

Qin Zigui leaned against the door frame. “You’re not sleeping either.”

Didn’t he have any idea why he wasn’t asleep yet?

Sheng Yan retorted impatiently, “Of course not. Try copying over ten thousand words from the student handbook as punishment.”

Then he lifted his chin, feeling a bit self-righteous. “My bedroom air conditioner is broken. I’ll spend the night here.”

Qin Zigui looked towards the room opposite.

Sheng Yan felt a bit guilty.

But thankfully, Qin Zigui quickly averted his gaze, stepped aside, and said coldly, “Put on your eye mask and earplugs yourself.”

Sheng Yan: “?”

Qin Zigui gestured towards his desk. “I still have to study late. Can you sleep without eye masks and earplugs?”

Probably not.

Because whenever he saw study materials, Sheng Yan’s head would start throbbing.

So out of self-preservation as a bad student, Sheng Yan reluctantly nodded. “Fine.”

Then he raised his legs confidently and prepared to walk in with the aura of “I am here to favor you, it is your blessing to have cultivated for eight lifetimes”.

But before he could take a step.

His stomach growled.

Sheng Yan awkwardly stopped.

Qin Zigui glanced at his stomach, then turned around and took out a cake box from the small refrigerator in his room, placing it on the desk.

Sheng Yan glanced at it, and it turned out to be his favorite durian.

And the stuff from this cake shop is hard to come by, with long queues. Where did Qin Zigui get it?

Thinking about it, Qin Zigui said, “I bought it on the way back from school.”

“Oh.”

Sheng Yan stole another glance.

But Qin Zigui supposedly finds durian mille crepe disgusting, right?

Then Qin Zigui said, “I bought it for you.”

“Huh?”

Sheng Yan looked up, bewildered.

Qin Zigui lowered his head and unwrapped the package of durian mille crepe. “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to eat later, so I bought it for you to have for breakfast tomorrow. But if you’re hungry now, you can have it.”

Sheng Yan: “???”

Is it important when to eat?

The point is, why is Qin Zigui giving him cake to eat?!

And he bought it specially.

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

Sheng Yan stared at him suspiciously. “Qin Zigu, what bad idea have you come up with now?”

Qin Zigui didn’t deny it. “I did come up with one.”

Sheng Yan was not surprised, just about to snort disdainfully.

Qin Zigui pushed the unwrapped dessert towards him. “To cheer you up.”

Sheng Yan: “Huh…”

For what?

Who needs cheering up?

Why?

Sheng Yan was stunned.

Is Qin Zigui possessed by a ghost? !

Qin Zigui didn’t seem to be joking: “I was scolded by Huang Shuliang because I protected you from skipping class and fighting, and I was revoked as a good student. In addition to other things, I drank again and was in a bad mood. I said some impulsive and unpleasant things, it’s my fault. A-Yan, I’m sorry.”

He must be referring to the incident with Lin Qian.

Sheng Yan didn’t think much about it.

But just this?!

The reason why Qin Zigui and he were cold towards each other for a year is just this?!

Sheng Yan almost wanted to slap Qin Zigui with his “just this” expression.

Does he really care about his face? Is his pride really that strong? Can he not accept having his awards revoked and the girl he likes liking someone else?

But Qin Zigui seems to really like Lin Qian. After all, he’s such a law-abiding good student, skipping class and getting into fights for her multiple times, it’s clear that he’s deeply infatuated.

Plus, having his title as a model student revoked, it’s understandable that he’d be angry.

Yeah right!

Does he care about his reputation? Is he really so proud? Does he have such a temper?

Back then, he said hurtful things impulsively, and after calming down, he didn’t think to come and apologize?

If he hadn’t directly confronted him today, would he have to wait until he needed a respirator before he’d apologize to him?

Who cares!

He really thinks he’s still a kid, that giving him a piece of cake will make everything better?

Dream on.

Sheng Yan had a backbone. With a cold snort, he said, “Thanks, but no need. Like I said, as long as you explain the reason, I promise not to say anything extra, and I’ll stick to it. So please, remember to engrave ‘It’s better for us to keep our distance and go our separate ways’ into your DNA, so I don’t seem like I’m eager to get along with you.”

After saying that, he threw his pillow to the farthest corner of the bed, put on his earplugs, pulled down his eye mask, wrapped himself in the blanket, faced the wall, and fell silent, ready to sleep.

He was as cold and ruthless as if the one who was pitiful and aggrieved on this bed last night and said to himself that the person he wanted to be good friends with for the rest of his life was not him.

Looks like he’s still mad.

Or maybe not mad, but sad.

Qin Ru was right, Sheng Yan has always been soft-hearted and easy to coax, never holding grudges.

But what she didn’t know was that Sheng Yan was more sentimental than anyone else, easy to coax when angry, but when sad, he’d be sad for a long, long time.

That’s why he said those cold and hurtful words back then.

Thinking back to the night of his birthday last year, when Sheng Yan, with a look of disgust and impatience, said to Zhu Peng and Gou You, “Two guys doing that kind of thing, so disgusting,” Qin Zigui lowered his eyes.

It was the first time he realized that his feelings for Sheng Yan might not be just brotherly love, it was in his first year of high school when he had a dream he shouldn’t have had.

He thought it was just a coincidence, but after that, the emotions that shouldn’t have been there kept growing.

Until he heard Lin Qian confessing to Sheng Yan, the jealousy and possessiveness he couldn’t suppress in an instant finally confirmed that his feelings for Sheng Yan were that kind of feelings.

For a teenager who was just experiencing his first love, this was a huge shock, but he hadn’t even started digesting it when the next moment, he heard Sheng Yan say “Two guys doing that kind of thing, so disgusting.”

At that time, Qin Zigui had only one thought, he didn’t want Sheng Yan to think of himself as disgusting.

But he wasn’t sure if he could continue to interact with him like this, whether he could really hide his feelings.

And in his heart, Sheng Yan should have grown up under all the pampering, then meet a good girl, get married, have children, grow old together, have grandchildren, live happily ever after, without any worries, rather than take an unknown path that would be subject to prejudice and controversy.

So he said, Sheng Yan, we’re not on the same path.

He thought this might be the best choice, but he didn’t expect that Sheng Yan would care so much, and be so sad.

Sad enough to be like a child, hugging himself tightly, saying he didn’t want to let go, saying he wanted to be good with Zigui Ge forever, making him feel guilty and self-reproaching, and coaxing him all night.

And today he’s being stubborn and pretending not to know him.

He really doesn’t know where the coquettish spirit came from.

He has a bad temper.

Qin Zigui glanced at the furry and angry back of his head exposed under the quilt, lowered his head, and smiled helplessly.

Forget it, just work harder on his own.

If he tries harder to hide his emotions, be more restrained, pay more attention, and coax the young master, be more gentle, everything will remain the same as before, and they will still be best friends.

After all, he didn’t want Sheng Yan to feel wronged.

Thinking about it, Qin Zigui carefully rewrapped the piece of durian mille crepe and put it back in the refrigerator.

Someone will definitely want to eat it now.

But if it is too late, it will not be digested.

So let’s leave it until tomorrow.

But Yanyan wore a blindfold and earplugs and waited for Qin Zigui to continue coaxing him, who had not arrived after waiting for a long time, and was very angry.

Is this Qin Zigui capable of coaxing others?

Don’t you know how to coax me a little more?

Desperate to save face, Sheng Yan could only wrap himself tightly in the quilt, clenched his fists, huddled in the corner, forced sleep to overcome hunger, and had a dream about durian mille crepe all night, and even Qin Zigui had no idea when he went to bed.

All he knows is that when he woke up, he was lying in the middle of Qin Zigui’s bed in a big star shape. There was no place left or right for Qin Zigui to sleep, and Qin Zigui’s pillow didn’t look dented.

So maybe Qin Zigui didn’t sleep with him last night? Maybe he didn’t complete the task?

When he realized this, Sheng Yan jumped up from the bed, hurriedly put on her slippers, ran back to her room, picked up the book on the table, and hurriedly flipped through it.

One page, two pages, and three pages, full of 13,647 words, including punctuation and content, all copied, all in his own handwriting.

At that moment, Sheng Yan was so shocked that he doubted his life.

It was just a matter of sleeping with Qin Zigui. Was the student handbook of eight to nine thousand words really completed? In his own handwriting? How awesome is this APP?

Sheng Yan was still a little apprehensive.

He took out my mobile phone and clicked on the APP, and then he saw a small white daisy in the garden blooming in the wind. The little angel was watering it with its buttocks sticking out, and the little kitten was surrounding them.

And when Sheng Yan clicked into the APP, there was a sound effect of someone pushing open the garden door. As if they heard the sound, one person, one cat and one flower all turned around and tilted their heads towards him, smiling cutely, their eyebrows arched. Curved, very romantic.

At that moment, Sheng Yan admitted that he was attracted by the cuteness.

But then he realized that this wasn’t an app for tough men, nor was it the key point of the app.

The key point was, if everything before could still be explained as coincidences, this time it was absolutely impossible, because no coincidence could ever lead to this.

So there was only one explanation.

This app was real.

This wish system is also real.

The future in the novel where he punches the top student, steps on the student council president, and then reaches the peak of life is also real.

In other words, as long as he carefully considered his wishes, completed the tasks properly, and upgraded well, then going from last place in the grade to first place, fiercely slapping Huang Shuliang’s face, and making the dream of double standards disappear from this world a reality, would no longer be just a dream.

His good days were coming!

Thinking of this, Sheng Yan felt the blood boiling in his body, his ambition soaring, as if he, the protagonist suddenly added BGM and background divine light in a hot-blooded youth manga, was about to dominate the world, reaching the peak!

He wanted to rush out with his phone and share this good news with Qin Zigui, but as soon as he ran out of the room, he suddenly realized that he couldn’t share this news with Qin Zigui.

Not because of a confidentiality agreement.

But because he was still mad at Qin Zigu.

He couldn’t let Qin Zigui think he was still as easy to coax as when he was a child, so Qin Zigui wouldn’t realize how wrong the things he said before really were.

And he was a principled and mature man now, he had to be steady, he had to make Qin Zigui realize that he wasn’t the same Sheng Yan who was suppressed and bullied by him before.

So Sheng Yan stopped in his tracks, cleared his throat, calmly walked into the bathroom, washed up and changed, tidied himself up, and then in a manner he thought was very mature and steady, he walked slowly towards the dining room.

Qin Ru was pouring milk in the restaurant, watching from a distance and wondering: “Zigui, why does Xiao Yan wake up so early in the morning like a proud little rooster? Did he encounter some happy event?”

“Maybe.”

Qin Zigui lowered his head and put durian mille crepe, cherry tomatoes, and an egg of Sheng Yan’s exclusive small yellow chicken plate, his tone sounding quite good.

So these two made up?

But looking at Sheng Yan’s proud and arrogant appearance, he didn’t seem like it.

Qin Ru was a little puzzled.

But she didn’t bother asking more questions. These two kids had grown up in front of her eyes, spent more time together than both sets of parents combined, even if they quarreled, they couldn’t quarrel to the point of no return, and their parents didn’t bother to worry about them.

“But Zigui, why are your eyes so red, and there are some dark circles, didn’t you sleep well last night?” Qin Ru felt sorry for him.

Qin Zigui just said lightly, “No, I just reviewed a little late yesterday, Auntie, don’t worry.”

“Oh, I see.”

Qin Zigui said that, so Qin Ru didn’t know what to say.

Qin Zigui had always been very sensible since he was a child, everything was the best, and he never let his parents worry about him. When he was a child, she and Jiang Ping were too busy with work and often ignored his eating and illness, but the child never said a word of complaint, just found a way to take care of himself.

So now, Qin Ru always felt that Qin Zigui was not a real junior high schooler, she couldn’t say any words of instruction or criticisms, she could only softly say, “Then rest early tonight, no matter how important studying is, it’s not as important as your health, understand?”

“Yeah, I understand, Aunt… Sheng Yan.” Qin Zigui answered Qin Ru’s words just halfway when he caught Sheng Yan secretly opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of iced Coke, so he frowned slightly without having time to think. “Don’t drink coke in the morning.”

Sheng Yan was halfway through opening the coke and got stuck on the spot.

Slowly turning his head, meeting four direct gazes, he could only reluctantly put the Coke back: “Okay, I got it, Xiao Qin Zigui.”

The desire for revenge is quite strong.

Qin Zigui put the plate in front of him: “Eat breakfast.”

“You don’t need to… huh?”

Durian mille crepe?

When Sheng Yan saw the piece of durian mille crepe on his exclusive small yellow chicken plate, he paused for a moment.

He thought that after giving Qin Zigui such a hard time last night, Qin Zigui would throw away this cake he thought was “smelly” at him.

But apparently not.

And it was preserved very well, without any unpleasant smell.

Sheng Yan picked up the fork on the surface with disdain, but the mood that was already not bad today improved slightly, and then he arrogantly commented, “It’s passable.”

“Just eat it if it’s passable, otherwise if you’re late, Huang Shuliang will scold you again.” Qin Zigui said as he very skillfully peeled the egg in Sheng Yan’s plate.

Sheng Yan nodded very satisfied, “Didn’t expect our young master Qin to be a killer of eggs.”

Qin Zigui placed the egg on his plate without expression, “Hmm, after all, I didn’t expect our young master Sheng to be a cat.”

Originally, Sheng Yan had forgotten about being caught calling meow meow last night.

Not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Sheng Yan instantly lost the mood to show off and tease Qin Zigu, stabbed the fork hard, imagined everything on the plate as Qin Zigu’s face, and swallowed it all up, wolfing it down, as if a ferocious cat was passing through.

Finally, he arrived at the classroom just in time.

“Oh my god, Yan Ge, you’re not late today!” Zhu Peng in the back row looked up at him, shocked that he forgot to even bite his bun.

Sheng Yan lazily glanced at him, put his bag on the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, “Don’t talk like I’m late every day.”

He didn’t despise school rules and regulations that much, at most once or twice late per week.

“But today is different.” Zhu Peng struggled to swallow the bun in his mouth, “You went to chase after the enemy last night, usually at this time, you’d say you want to sleep a little longer to replenish your energy.”

Not mentioning it was fine, but as soon as it came to chasing after the enemy last night, Sheng Yan felt a surge of discomfort again.

If it weren’t for Qin Zigui, he would have caught the enemy.

There wouldn’t be a need to try his luck on the back street tonight, who knew if he’d even encounter them.

But Zhu Peng didn’t notice his discomfort, just chatted while eating his bun, “Hey, by the way, Yan Ge, have you heard?”

“What?”

Sheng Yan took out something from his school bag without lifting his head.

Zhu Peng leaned closer, “It’s about Qin Zigui.”

Sheng Yan raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Peng lowered his voice, “I heard that last night Qin Zigui went to fight the group of people who harassed Lin Qian. He beat them up badly. Someone saw it over at the vocational school and posted it online. Then there were all sorts of rumors, like the hero saving the beauty, jealousy, martial arts competition, life and death…”

“Is it interesting for grown men to gossip like this?”

Sheng Yan slammed the book in his hand heavily on the table.

Startled, Zhu Peng’s bun fell from his hand, hastily picking it up and dusting it off, patting it, “No, Yan Ge, why are you so angry? This is good news ah, it caused such a big commotion, Qin Zigui will definitely be punished, you hate him the most, right?”

“I hate him, so don’t mention him in front of me. Just hearing his name annoys me. What does it have to do with me whether he lives or dies, whether he’s good or bad.” Sheng Yan impatiently threw out a sentence, then got up and left the classroom, heading to the restroom.

Qin Zigui, a person like him, would break off friendship with him whenever he was angry. After breaking up the friendship, he apologized so insincerely. Today, he was still teasing him about meowing cats, which annoyed him to death.

So he wasn’t angry because of him.

He just found hearing this name annoying, that’s all.

Thinking about it, Sheng Yan arrived at the entrance of the restroom, but before he could enter, he heard two mean sneers coming from inside.

“You know that Qin Zigui always has a deadpan face, always deducting this point and that point, acting high and mighty, making himself look like some kind of saint. But in the end, he’s just a jealous guy who fights.”

“Hey, don’t say that, can his fights be the same as ours? He’s the son of Weasel, even if he fights, he has to worry about whether his hands hurt, and whether he can still come first in the exams.”

“Hey, don’t tell me, Qin Zigui has no father or mother, maybe he is the illegitimate son of a weasel.”

“Tsk, Qin Zigui feels so pitiful when we think about it. He has no father and no mother, and he has to look at other people’s faces at every turn. So the more inferior a person is, the worse he is.”

“What?”

“Just a show off.”

“Damn, that makes sense, hahahaha…fuck! Sheng Yan! What the hell do you want to do!”

Before he could finish laughing, one of them was grabbed by the collar and thrown hard against the wall. His back bone hit the wall hard, and a dull loud noise and severe pain came at the same time. The man groaned in pain and couldn’t help but curse.

Sheng Yan grabbed his collar and threw him against the wall. His arms were very tight, but his eyebrows were just lowered indifferently, and his voice was cold: “I’m not doing anything, I’m just teaching you, not everyone’s tongue can wag freely.”