MW CH27

Chapter 27: I’m Great at Listening

Wrong guy? Did I have another choice? As if… calling his name would make him okay with this.

“Not important…” I nipped his earlobe—urgent, restrained—then vision blurred. Next thing, I’m tumbling back, crashing onto the soft bed, eyes squinting against the bright ceiling light.

A tall figure blocked it—Mochuan’s face, shadowed, dark, unreadable.

Chest heaving, he touched the ear I’d bitten—hands shaking with rage.

“Lewd, filthy…” Eyes iced over, he spat in Cenglu, face black. “Shameless.”

Slow words—each one jabbed my skull. Three done, I shut my eyes—head throbbing, thoughts fried.

Shameless… filthy…

Spot-on—damn spot-on. No shameless jerk fakes drunk here. No decent guy gropes under booze.

Room went pin-drop quiet—Mochuan silent. Just a vague sense of his stare—sharp, hateful, carving me up inch by inch.

I’d stained him—messed up his Mountain Lord standing. He must loathe me. Just an ear bite—if I’d hit his lips, he’d probably demand my head.

Thinking that, rustling—then pressure slammed down. A pillow smashed my face.

Footsteps faded—door slammed so hard the bed shook three times.

Didn’t lift it—hugged it tighter instead.

Almost thought he’d smother me…

One player—since “Quiz Island” beta—locked first place, stomping me.

Tapped their profile—male, but rocking a girl avatar.

Quiz Island’s got two options: shota or loli. Gender’s your call—pick either.

“MK…” I muttered the ID, back to the main screen, started a solo match.

Pure luck—matched MK.

Small test pool, sure, but we’d never crossed—first time.

Let’s see how good he is. With that, I ate my first brutal loss.

I’m meh at the sim part—been hooked on PK mode since download. Losses happen—one, two questions off, no biggie.

This? Crushed. He didn’t think—just answered, faster, right every time. Thirty questions—twenty-nine ahead. The one I beat him on? Felt like pity.

Stared at the score—stunned, half-ready to quit.

Tossed the phone, buried my face in the pillow, roared out the sting. Good thing I’d moved out sophomore year—no one to bug with my meltdowns.

Back in—gazed at the defeat log, tapped MK’s icon, sent a friend request.

Just testing—didn’t expect him to accept fast.

Friends show status—he’s not PK-ing, on his island.

Friends can visit—I hit my island, sailed to his via dock.

Stepped ashore—jaw dropped.

My island’s a sloppy, barren mess—his? Clean, thriving, cared-for.

Tiny place—wandered, found him watering wheat in a corner.

Stood at the field’s edge, typed: “You a bot?”

He paused—bubble popped: “No.”

Schoolmate? Yes.

If he’s one of our brainiacs, my thrashing makes sense.

Cute loli avatar—his style’s dry, bot-like, no charm.

Solo PK got boring—wins too easy. Duo, trio? Trash teammates. After idiot-induced rage, I’d ping MK if he’s on—duos with him fixed everything.

Played like that a while—new event dropped: 100 straight duo PK wins for “Divine Couple” title, plus exclusive island decor.

“Let’s join?” I spun my avatar around him.

Wins could snag rare outfits—I craved clothes, jewelry over decor.

No input, his loli auto-faced me—spinning in place.

“But I’m a guy,” he typed.

“Girl avatar’s enough.” Event wants male-female pairs—real gender’s loose.

Silent—hesitating—I pushed. “Title unbinds in a month—divorce then if you hate it.”

Knew him—island perks tempted him too.

Sure enough—twin-tails bubbled: “Fine.”

100 sounds big—me and MK? One night of wins. Day two, “Divine Couple” get, plus a lucky pet dragon egg.

Just net buddies then.

Big shift—sophomore fall, two months post-“marriage,” near winter break.

Mid-class, nanny called—Grandma slipped bathing, broke her wrist. Cab to airport, no bags, no leave—flew to Haicheng.

She’d raised me since eight—closest kin. Nanny said she’s fine, wait for break—didn’t care, raced home.

Midnight arrival—Grandma asleep, clueless I’d come. Shushed the nanny, peeked in—old lady snoozing peaceful, rosy, unharmed.

Saw it myself—relief. Shut the door soft, hit my room.

Booked dawn flight—couldn’t sleep, opened Quiz Island.

No PK—roamed my island, venting aimless.

Parents alive, still an orphan. Grandma won’t last forever—never dared imagine her gone. She’s here, I’ve got a home; she’s not, I’ve got nothing.

If only no aging, no death—like these digital dolls, tireless, smiling forever.

Waves lapped—stared at the blue, lost.

Rustling behind—flowery loli popped up.

Stood there—ignored him, he left.

Chased a bit, stopped—pointless.

Let him go—no mood…

Rustling—MK back, red flower in hand. Not mine—must’ve grabbed it from his island.

Dropped it at my feet. “For you.” Bubble, three words.

Gifting’s mall-only—this? Toss it, let the other pick up.

“Why?” I grabbed it, held it, didn’t bag it.

He stepped closer. “You seem down.”

Avatar froze—real me too, phone in hand.

Heart twisted—sour, full. He knew nothing, maybe guessed blind—lucked out—but it hit, comforted me.

Closed the gap. “Thanks.” Face-to-face—game hug.

“Got troubles? Tell me.” Rare tease. “I’m great at listening.”

Never weak—family, friends, I hide it. Whining fixes zilch—swallow the blood, push on alone.

World’s just you—rely on you, value you.

“Okay.” Never thought I’d spill—to a stranger. “My grandma’s hurt…”

Laid it bare—Bai Qifeng’s cheating, Jiang Xuehan’s monkhood, my coming out. Birds chirped outside, dawn peeked through—chatted all night.

That day, it changed—my take on him, my mood.

“Wife, new skirt’s out—buy it for you?” I tailed MK’s avatar.

He stopped—bubble stuck on “…”—finally: “Don’t call me that.”

So cute. Why’d I ever think him cold? Adorable.

“Got it, wife!” No “no” is yes—mall open, snagged a blue skirt, crown, gifted them to my lone list-topper.

Back on his island—MK in the skirt, crown. Circled him, jumped. “Gorgeous!”

Mall clothes rock—jewelry’s meh. Crown’s the best I could match. DIY’d be better—mine’d slay a thousand times over.

“Stop buying me stuff—too pricey.”

He weeded ahead—I trailed, yanking grass too.

“When we divorcing?” His nth ask.

Same dodge: “Pricey? Peanuts. Orange’s hungry—feed it?”

Month of duo watering—egg hatched a yellow dragon under an orange tree. Named it “Orange.”

No use—just cute. Hungry, it cries sad; full, it romps, rubs you happy.

“Daddy” My set call—neared me, it chirped.

“Master” MK’s default.

Fed it two peaches—gobbled, hearts popping.

“Divorce, no daddy—you cool with that?” Joint pet—hatched on his island, stuck(‘s stuck there—lifetime guarantee).

“…” Moral trap—he shut up.

Winter break—thought MK’d play more. Nope—busier. Days offline, or late-night logins, AFK mid-game—next day: slept.

“No PK—just stroll, chat?” Time’s short—wasting it on fights sucked.

Cliffside—wildflowers, stars—chatted, Orange frolicking nearby.

Me: “Daytime stuff?”

MK: “Work with Dad. Strict—hates me on my phone.”

Wrinkled my nose—our school, adult, still no phone? Old-school much?

“Sneaking it at night?”

“Yeah, hide in my room.”

Laughed—rolled on the bed, phone up.

“Chatting mess your sleep?”

Pause—late reply: “Nah.”

Rolled again—shared my day.

“Saw a suspense flick—annoying kid behind me, ‘Why this, why that?’ to his dad. Up front—couldn’t take it, turned, spoiled the end…”

Asked to meet IRL—shot down every time. He wanted online—Quiz Island only.

Sophomore spring—six months in, I ached to meet—he wouldn’t budge.

Beta ends someday—shutdown notice hit, I tried last-ditch.

“Just one meet—plain friends, no go?” Silent—I bit my lip, eased off. “Or your contact—WeChat?”

Two minutes—heart pounding, thought he’d dozed—his loli moved.

“No.” Stepped away.

Chest charred—stuck, fuming.

“My orientation? Scared I’ll cling?” Frustration flared—his dodge clicked.

“You look down on me—on gays?” Grilled him—wait stretched, tougher than any quiz.

Forever—dots turned text: “Man with man’s wrong.”

Same black-on-white—magic punch. One glance—eyes stung, vision blurred.

Wordless—quit the game.

Next day, filed for divorce in-game.

His sign-off’d seal it…

Till shutdown eve—no MK, icon gray.

Weren’t you nagging to split? Now it’s “game’s dead, who cares”? Why? Even if it zeros out, I’m ending single!

Called Zhao Chenyuan—could he track a player?

“Bro, I’d help, but no—illegal.” He balked.

Heat-of-the-moment—cooled, saw it’s dumb.

“Forget I asked…”

“Who’re you hunting? Enemy?” Curious.

Lips tight: “No—e-date.” Hung up on his shocked “What?”

Shutdown night—lingered with Orange. Clock ticked—MK AWOL.

“Your mom ditched us.” Sent—stuck. Checked time—midnight.

Fingertip traced the flapping dragon—final farewell outside: “Bye, Orange.” Screen blacked—error, logged out.