ATIGIBTC Chapter 120.2

This was almost the texture He Fang dreamed of; he was nearly a little enchanted by it.

The deliveryman’s strands of hair—purely golden without the slightest impurity—flowed straight down like a stream of gold.

Indeed, no matter how you looked at it, it was natural blond hair. Even at the roots, there was no color change. So… did the deliveryman have blood from another country? A mixed-race person? A mixed-race person delivering takeout in their country… He Fang didn’t know why, but he just couldn’t associate these two things together.

If he were mixed-race, he should be fluent in two languages, right? Wouldn’t it be better to be a teacher? And besides, the deliveryman’s personality… it actually seemed really suited to taking care of children.

“All done.” He Fang said that when that beautiful hair in his hands began to shine dazzlingly. He let go of his hands, and it felt like he had just released gold.

The deliveryman turned his head to look at He Fang. Those incredibly beautiful eyes reflected He Fang’s silhouette. To He Fang, they were truly a lovely hue.

He Fang shifted his gaze away, a little uneasy in his heart. Could it be that the deliveryman had noticed he’d been secretly blow-drying the hair for so long just to stall for a bit of time? As long as it gets later, maybe there will be fewer people outside…

But the deliveryman suddenly smiled. He shook his head a little, and that smooth, long hair shimmered with brilliance in front of He Fang.
He pulled out the necklace He Fang had given him and placed it outside his clothes, then smiled at He Fang and said, “Let’s head out?”

“…Mm.” No escaping now.

“Then shoes on?” the deliveryman smiled.

“Mm…” He Fang obediently bent down and put on the pair of shoes he hadn’t worn in a long time, which had been neatly tucked away in their box.

The feeling of his feet in the shoes was a little unfamiliar. He truly hadn’t worn shoes in a very, very long time.

“Put this on. With the current temperature outside, this will be more suitable.”

A piece of clothing was draped over his shoulders. He Fang realized it was his own jacket. He hadn’t seen it in a long time and had no idea from which corner the deliveryman had dug it out.

He Fang put on the jacket and found his keys, placing them into his pocket. When he stepped out the door, he felt his legs trembling. He was truly, genuinely scared.

He locked the door behind him. The sound of the lock clicking felt like it was telling him that his safe little world had just been sealed away by his own hands. Now, he had no choice but to face the outside world.

At this moment, He Fang didn’t want to look back. He wanted so badly to reopen the door and return to his home. He truly, truly, truly didn’t want to go out. Not even a little!

“Customer?” the deliveryman’s voice called out. He Fang turned around instinctively, his head lowered by reflex, only to suddenly notice the trash bag in the deliveryman’s hand.

He Fang: “…” When did he gather up the trash from inside the room?

The deliveryman seemed to have read his mind and lifted the trash bag slightly. “Every time I come out, I help my customers take out their trash. Didn’t you always leave your trash at the door? You order delivery so often. Ever since I started delivering to you, all the trash has been taken out by me.”

He Fang: “…”

Then why had he been paying extra fees to property management all this time? The residential compound certainly wasn’t so considerate that they would collect everyone’s trash directly. He Fang had specifically paid a fee for that service. But if the deliveryman had been the one throwing out the trash all along…

“You… you don’t have to do that…” He Fang shifted his gaze.

“It’s fine. I’m heading down anyway. It’s just a small effort,” the deliveryman said with a cheerful smile.

Interrupted by the topic of trash, the heavy fear He Fang had been feeling about going out seemed to lift a little. His mood had noticeably improved.

He Fang stuffed his hands into the pockets of his clothes. His mind buzzed so much that he couldn’t quite react properly. With legs that felt unbearably heavy, he followed behind the deliveryman. His entire body instinctively curled in on itself. He subconsciously stood in the corner, wanting to seek shelter from the largest wall around him.

“We’re out now. Is there anything you’d like to buy? If so, we can go pick it up together.” The deliveryman had started rambling again in his usual chatty way. He Fang listened to him talk the entire time, making it almost impossible for him to get lost in his own fear. The deliveryman really was… way too talkative. If you weren’t paying attention for just a moment, he’d already gone from talking about the sun to the moon. Because of that, He Fang completely lost track of what he was saying.

They were lucky not to run into anyone in the elevator on the way down. However, once they reached the first floor, it was unavoidable. They ran into people waiting to go up. It was a stylish young couple. He Fang didn’t dare lift his head, but judging from their outfits, they were definitely trendy. Both of them had great figures and very nice-looking hands.

He Fang’s heart skipped a beat.

But the two naturally stepped into the elevator, brushing past them. Very quickly, the distance between them widened. Still, He Fang couldn’t shake the feeling that the couple’s eyes had lingered on him. He was too embarrassed to look back. After all, he knew he was a bit paranoid. They had obviously already entered the elevator. Why would they deliberately stare at him?

He Fang felt helpless.

He really wanted to pull himself together.

But thankfully, the deliveryman kept talking to him, staying by his side, tilting his head to look at him, as if he only ever looked at him.

He remembered when he had first moved into the university dorms, he used to do things together with his roommates. But later, once his personality was gradually exposed to them through their day-to-day interactions, it inevitably pushed him into being alone.

Yet now, by his side, was the deliveryman.

The two of them walked together just like ordinary friends would. For He Fang, this was a completely new experience.

He hadn’t felt the ground under his feet for a very, very long time. Because it was autumn, there were many fallen leaves on the pavement, crunching beneath his steps. He lowered his head and looked at the ground. Even though this was the road inside his own residential complex, it felt strangely unfamiliar to him.

It wasn’t as frightening as he had imagined. The world was still the same one where strangers brushed past each other without a word.

Someone was walking toward him from the opposite direction. He Fang lowered his head and shrank his body, not wanting to draw attention. He passed the person naturally. He couldn’t tell if it was just his imagination, but he felt like the other person’s footsteps slowed just before getting close to him. And as they passed, he could faintly smell a cool, subtle fragrance in the air, which left He Fang a bit dazed.

Do people all like wearing perfume these days?

He Fang looked up and saw the lights along the road turning on one by one as night fell. It felt different from what he had experienced in the game. No matter how realistic the simulation pod was, it couldn’t compare to the strange and vivid sensation that rippled directly in his heart.

Maybe because it was nighttime and there weren’t many people around, whenever he wasn’t under a streetlight, He Fang would secretly lift his head to look ahead at the road.

“It’s already dark, huh? Didn’t expect we’d head out this late. Guess next time I come to your place, I should come earlier. I can’t have you starving along with me,” the deliveryman said. His voice was as loud and chatty as always, yet somehow, it blended naturally into the atmosphere.

“Customer.”

Just as He Fang was looking forward, the deliveryman’s lightly amused voice came from beside him.

He Fang turned back, puzzled, to look at the only person so far he dared to meet eye to eye. “Hm?”

“You look a little happy,” the deliveryman suddenly said.

He Fang froze, caught completely off guard.

He looked a bit happy?

Was that really the expression he had right now?

“Ah, here, let me tell you about this spot…” The deliveryman quickly took a couple of steps forward and stood at a corner. “I once saw a boy and a girl bump into each other right here. The girl fell, just like one of those meet-cutes in idol dramas.”

He Fang blinked and looked up. At that corner, there was a big tree. It really did look like a scene straight out of a movie.

“Here, let me tell you, customer, someone must’ve dropped their ice cream here before, and it melted. The stick was picked up and thrown away, but the ice cream stayed. When I rode my bike around the corner, I didn’t notice it and slipped. Both me and the bike fell. A bunch of my deliveries got ruined.”

He Fang’s heart tensed. Being a deliveryman really was a tough and dangerous job.

“You should be more careful when riding,” He Fang said softly, his first words since coming out. “Otherwise, if something happens, it’ll be awful.”

The deliveryman cheerfully responded, “Of course! I’m broke. If I miss a day of work, that’s a day without income! Plus, I can only earn money if I get orders. The more orders you place, the more you’re supporting me. And delivering to you makes me especially happy. Just thinking about seeing you again makes delivering feel joyful.”

He Fang unconsciously felt a bit flustered. He had never been confessed to so enthusiastically before. Every word from the deliveryman sounded like casual, silly banter with no filter. But somehow, it didn’t make He Fang feel annoyed at all. In fact, he couldn’t bring himself to dislike that kind of direct, shameless chatter.

“It’s nearby. We’re almost there.” The deliveryman was tall. Because of his long legs, he walked fast, but he deliberately slowed his pace and waited for He Fang. He Fang noticed this too.

At that moment, He Fang secretly glanced sideways at him. He felt… something was a little strange.

This feeling was strange. Although He Fang wasn’t very familiar with his neighborhood, he couldn’t help but think, wasn’t this place a bit too beautiful? Normally, would landscaping in a city look this good? It was as if every tree had grown with a sense of aesthetics. When he looked around, it seemed like every direction held a picturesque view.

And the people walking past him, the ones He Fang saw intentionally or unintentionally, gave him a very distinct feeling.

How to describe it?

It felt like these people didn’t belong in a small city like this.

Even though it was just a quick glance, he could tell that everyone on this street was exceptionally good-looking. Occasionally, he’d see some older folks, but even they looked like stylish, refined uncles or elegant, beautiful noblewomen who knew how to dress with taste.

The young people walking past him laughed clearly and freely, seemingly unconcerned about drawing the attention of those around them. Their laughter sounded truly pleasant. Genuinely pleasant, like the professionally tuned, melodious laughs of voice actors or streamers.

Not many people passed by him, but suddenly, He Fang had a bizarre thought: Was he the only person left in the world who didn’t know how to dress, didn’t look good, and even had an unappealing voice?

“We’re here!” The deliveryman announced gleefully when they arrived. He Fang looked up, his expression instantly turning odd.

He Fang looked up and was completely stunned.

He had only followed the guy casually, gone up the stairs with him, walked through a doorway with him, and yet, why did it feel like the entire world in front of him had undergone some earth-shattering transformation?

As he entered, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful fresh flowers arranged at the entrance. Even in this weather, they were using fresh flowers—cut flowers, which only last three or four days at most. Such a wasteful, luxurious item… This must be a newly opened shop. Only an outrageously rich place would decorate with fresh-cut flowers like that.

When he had that strange thought back then, he should have realized something was off. And when he stepped into this place, what did he see?

What kind of place was this?

A film and television set?

Inside a massive hotel, lights blazed brightly and people bustled about everywhere, yet everything remained orderly. Everyone here was dressed in stunning clothing, and their faces were nothing short of breathtaking. They mingled with drinks in hand, smiling brightly, and the food laid out on the tables looked exquisite, almost too perfect to be real.

Why would there be such a luxurious hotel, one that could be used directly as a filming location, so close to such a remote little neighborhood in this tiny town?

He Fang felt like his eyes were playing tricks on him.

“Congratulations, customer, for becoming our final guest of the day!” Just as He Fang stood there in a daze, a burst of congratulatory voices suddenly rang out from the front. Startled, He Fang instinctively took two steps back, his body reacting on its own to flee. But then he realized they weren’t talking to him at all. They were speaking to the deliveryman.

He Fang froze for a moment, his face flushing with heat. He had actually thought they were talking to him? That was way too self-important of him.

“Each day we accept only a limited number of guests, and today is our promotional event! The final customer of the day gets to sit in our most prestigious seat and enjoy tonight’s most perfect performance!”

At that moment, the restaurant owner, beaming with joy, was speaking to the deliveryman while pointing toward a private room on the second floor. It wasn’t clear how the private room was designed, but from the outside, you couldn’t see anything inside at all.

“Are there two of you? Then you’re in luck. Today, you’ve secured the final spot! Our lucky customers not only get to enjoy our most exclusive private room, but today, all your orders are at 90% off!”

The boss’s voice was very pleasant to listen to. Saying such things didn’t come across as annoying at all.

He Fang scratched his head and quietly hid in a corner, watching the deliveryman being treated like a star at the center of attention. As long as it wasn’t happening to him, He Fang could tolerate anything.

But then, He Fang vaguely noticed something off. The deliveryman’s expression seemed a bit cold. He kept looking around, as if observing or inspecting something. This strange reaction made He Fang feel uneasy as well.

Then, out of nowhere, the deliveryman suddenly said to the boss, “My friend is my customer. You’re not allowed to call him.”

That line came out of nowhere, completely nonsensical. He Fang couldn’t even make out the logic behind it. It sounded utterly strange.

And then, right before his eyes, the smiling face of the previously warm and friendly boss began to falter. He Fang felt a jolt in his heart. Were they about to get into an argument?

Even though he was a bit scared and wanted to run, if the deliveryman and the boss did start fighting, was he supposed to flee? No, no, he couldn’t run. He was the deliveryman’s friend. If a friend didn’t stand by you in moments like this, that would be really disloyal. But still… he couldn’t shake the feeling that what the deliveryman had just said sounded like a provocation.

The whole strange scene was on the verge of igniting, and He Fang felt his scalp go numb.

But then, the boss suddenly resumed his radiant smile. That fleeting moment of tension vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed. Smiling warmly, he made an inviting gesture toward them: “Please, the two of you, head upstairs and take your seats.”

The deliveryman let out a soft snort, then turned and grabbed He Fang’s wrist, pulling him along. He Fang was completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events. As they passed that unusually good-tempered boss, he even received a warm, pleasant smile that made him instinctively feel goodwill. Coupled with the boss’s naturally likable face, the whole scene looked oddly harmonious.

However, the moment He Fang disappeared from sight, the boss’s expression dropped instantly. “That damned Divine Lord, always taking advantage of the Creator! Saying only he has the right to call the Creator ‘customer’? The only one allowed to use that title? Where does he get the nerve? That disgusting bastard, always tricking the Creator!”

And shockingly, all the people around, including the seated customers happily eating and drinking, suddenly turned indignant as one: “He really pisses me off! Did you see the way he was showing off? He deliberately held the Creator’s hand right in front of us! That’s going too far, way too far!”

But just as the air of outrage was starting to build, strange voices suddenly rang out from a corner.

“Aaaaah, I can’t take it. The Creator does look so small and soft, like a little kitten! He’s just too cute! Wuwuwu!”

“I can’t do this anymore, I’m gonna get a nosebleed! I wanna squeeze the Creator’s hand, too. It’s way too cute! And that look in his eyes just now was too precious. I can’t take it!”

Because of these two sudden outbursts, the crowd, who had all been holding serious expressions, could no longer maintain their angry facade. In an instant, it was like they had been possessed by cat-crazed fanatics, their faces twisting into bizarre expressions of adoration.

The scene fell into complete chaos!

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