MTY chapter 34

Lin Yu was momentarily stunned, looking at the silent Lu Ziqing, his thoughts suddenly in disarray.

It felt like he understood something—but at the same time, he didn’t.

Lin Yu: “But…”

Before he could finish, someone suddenly pulled out a chair beside him.

Lin Yu turned his head.

The young man from the amusement park—Zhu—had followed them here.

The boy glanced down at Liu Yuwen, frowning slightly. He reached out, grasping Liu Yuwen’s shoulder, trying to help him up.

Lin Yu hesitated. “Uh…”

The young man spoke calmly, “My name is Zhu Lan. I’m an NPC at the amusement park. Nice to meet you.”

His hand remained on Liu Yuwen’s shoulder.

From the confrontation at the amusement park, Lin Yu had already pieced most of it together.

It seemed like there had been some kind of romantic entanglement between Liu Yuwen and Zhu Lan. Liu Yuwen wanted to end it, but Zhu Lan didn’t.

But even if the boy might have a deep connection with Liu Yuwen, as Liu Yuwen’s friend, Lin Yu couldn’t just let him take him away.

“Liu Yuwen is drunk,” Lin Yu said. “We’ll take him home later.”

The boy looked up at him. “Do you even know where he lives?”

Lin Yu was momentarily speechless.

Alright, he didn’t know.

He was familiar with Liu Yuwen, but not that familiar—most of their interactions were work-related.

“You guys don’t know, but I do.” The boy chuckled. “After all, the first time he came to the amusement park, he took me home.”

Lin Yu: “Uh…”

He wasn’t used to people speaking so openly and directly.

Lin Yu refused to let go, and Zhu Lan refused to back down.

As the two sides were locked in a standoff, Liu Yuwen slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing him awake, Zhu Lan’s voice immediately softened. “You’re up. Why did you drink so much?”

Liu Yuwen stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly shook him off.

“Get lost.”

Zhu Lan’s expression stiffened. “You’re drunk. I’ll take you home.”

Liu Yuwen sneered. “You already know I went to the amusement park to hang out with NPCs just to avoid you, so why are you still clinging to me?”

“Stop deliberately saying things to upset me.” Zhu Lan’s voice was gentle. “I already asked around the park and checked the surveillance. After you arrived, you just stood under the Ferris wheel for a while and then took your friends backstage. You didn’t do anything else.”

Liu Yuwen: “I didn’t do anything because I didn’t get the chance. The park recently hired a 1.9-meter-tall guy. I saw the promotion on the official account and went for him.”

“You—!” Zhu Lan’s hair practically stood on end from anger. He gritted his teeth and said, “Stop asking for trouble. I wasn’t planning to do anything to you tonight. I just didn’t want you to get wasted again—I only wanted to take you home.”

“No need.” Liu Yuwen slumped against the table, absentmindedly twirling a strand of his short hair. He chuckled. “I’ve already hinted at it enough—I’m tired of you. Can’t you take a hint and stop shamelessly sticking to me?”

Lin Yu held his breath.

This was explosive.

So explosive that he almost didn’t want to keep listening.

Liu Yuwen must be completely wasted. Usually, he had a refined, elegant artist persona. When had he ever said anything this wild?

Even Lu Ziqing, who had remained indifferent the whole time, quietly propped his elbow up and started listening attentively.

Zhu Lan’s face turned red, then pale. “Liu Yuwen, do you even realize what you’re saying?”

“Why so serious?” Liu Yuwen lazily sipped his drink. “You’re out here letting other people touch you too. You’ll have others even if you leave me, so why keep clinging to me?”

Zhu Lan: “I’m just a dance performer NPC. No one has ever touched me!”

Liu Yuwen paused. “But that day, when I touched your abs, you didn’t stop me…”

Zhu Lan clenched his teeth. “That’s because you didn’t even ask—you just lifted my shirt and went for it!”

The two of them locked eyes.

One was filled with anger, the other with a hint of awkward guilt.

After a brief silence, Liu Yuwen returned to his indifferent expression.

“What’s the difference?” he said flatly. “To me, it’s all the same. Don’t act like I ruined your innocence or something.”

Zhu Lan let out a sharp laugh, staring at Liu Yuwen with a dark expression. “Yeah, my so-called innocence was ruined by you long ago. So now I’m here to make you take responsibility.”

The atmosphere was tense.

One wanted the other to leave; the other insisted on staying.

Liu Yuwen sneered. “Fine, then let’s have some fun together. Think of it as my last favor to you. Once tonight is over, get lost.”

Lu Ziqing spoke up. “What do you want to play? I’ll go get the props.”

Lin Yu glanced at him.

After sulking all night, now he was suddenly in a good mood?

This brat… was he just enjoying the drama?

Liu Yuwen suggested playing finger-grabbing in a crowd, the window-cleaning dance, or a blindfolded game to catch handsome guys.

Zhu Lan rejected all of them with a dark expression.

In the end, the only game he agreed to was Truth or Dare.

Liu Yuwen: “Boring.”

Zhu Lan: “If you don’t want to play, I’ll take you home now.”

Liu Yuwen glared at him a few times, but seeing that Zhu Lan didn’t react, he reluctantly sat up straight.

The rules were simple: four people played rock-paper-scissors. The first to lose was the loser, and the last two standing would face off. The winner could make the loser do a truth or dare, and the loser couldn’t refuse.

Lin Yu wasn’t too keen on playing. He was worried that if they all got too drunk, things would get out of hand.

Lin Yu: “How about we just play a few rounds for fun and then go home…”

Zhu Lan and Liu Yuwen ignored him.

Lu Ziqing: “Why are you in such a hurry to go home?”

Lin Yu: “I’m getting old…”

Lu Ziqing: “So that’s why you’re in such a rush to get married, huh? No matter how desperate you are, one night won’t make a difference.”

… What did this have to do with marriage?

And why was his tone so weird?

Completely baffled, Lin Yu looked up at Lu Ziqing, but Lu Ziqing wasn’t looking at him—his expression was cold and distant.

The game began.

First round: Lu Ziqing played palm up, while the others played palm down. Lu Ziqing was the first to lose.

Lin Yu and Zhu Lan did rock-paper-scissors, and Zhu Lan won.

Zhu Lan glanced at Lu Ziqing and casually said, “Drink.”

Lu Ziqing didn’t refuse and downed the drink in one go.

Second round: Zhu Lan lost, and Lin Yu won.

Since Lin Yu wasn’t particularly interested in the game, he also just made Zhu Lan drink.

Liu Yuwen immediately objected, “What’s the fun if it’s all this simple?”

Zhu Lan looked at him. “You say it then—how do you want to punish me?”

Liu Yuwen turned his head away. “Ask Lin Yu, why are you asking me? I’m not the winner.”

Lin Yu had no choice but to draw a slip of paper from the prepared ones. Squinting at the words, he read, “Hmm… Truth question: When was your first kiss?”

The moment Lin Yu asked, he regretted it.

Wasn’t this just adding fuel to the fire?

Liu Yuwen showed no expression at the question, continuing to blankly eat sunflower seeds.

Zhu Lan hesitated for a moment before saying, “Freshman year… in the dormitory.”

Lin Yu was stunned. “Dormitory?”

Zhu Lan nodded. “Yeah, with a roommate…”

Liu Yuwen sneered and looked up. “Just now, you were acting all innocent in front of me. If I had known you were second-hand goods, I wouldn’t have slept with you.”

Zhu Lan didn’t seem angry at all. Instead, he smiled. “Oh? Are you jealous?”

Liu Yuwen scoffed. “Dream on, Xiao Zhu. I’ve never seen anyone as bad as you in bed.”

The harsher Liu Yuwen’s words, the wider Zhu Lan’s smile became.

Lin Yu, feeling uneasy, secretly tugged at Lu Ziqing’s sleeve. “Should we stop them?”

“Don’t worry,” Lu Ziqing wasn’t concerned at all. “He’s enjoying being scolded.”

Lin Yu: “?”

Why would anyone enjoy being scolded?

He didn’t get it.

But a few minutes later, the two really did stop arguing.

They just sat there, staring at each other.

Liu Yuwen had a dark expression, while Zhu Lan kept his small smile.

Lin Yu quickly intervened, “So, uh… next round?”

Third round—Lin Yu lost, Liu Yuwen won.

Liu Yuwen peeled a peanut, thought for a moment, and casually said, “Then, you should kiss me.”

Almost instantly, two voices rang out at the same time.

“No way!”

Lu Ziqing and Zhu Lan both looked furious.

Liu Yuwen was displeased, crossing his legs. “We’re already playing. What’s the point if we don’t follow the rules?”

Lu Ziqing’s expression was grim. “You two are having a spat, why drag others into it?”

Zhu Lan immediately agreed, “Absolutely not. Pick something else.”

Liu Yuwen snapped, “Lin Yu didn’t say no—why are you two making such a fuss? If you don’t want to play, get lost.”

Zhu Lan pouted and sulked in silence.

Lu Ziqing was about to explode when he suddenly felt a gentle tug on his sleeve.

“He’s drunk,” Lin Yu whispered. “Don’t make things worse.”

Lu Ziqing clenched his jaw. “You’re not seriously going to kiss him, are you?”

Lin Yu: “Uh…”

Lu Ziqing immediately turned to Liu Yuwen. “Lin Yu says he’s not feeling well and can’t play anymore. You wanted someone to take the punishment, right? I’ll do it instead. Say it—what do you want me to do?”

Liu Yuwen narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t agreed yet.”

“He’s out,” Lu Ziqing said coldly. “Either I take his place, or the game’s over—right now.”

The two stared each other down for a few minutes.

Then, suddenly, Liu Yuwen laughed. “You’re taking his place? Fine, then it’s truth.” He smirked. “And you remember the rule—once asked, you have to tell the truth. Otherwise, may lightning strike you down.”

Lin Yu was sidelined, unable to intervene.

Out of everyone at the table, he was the only one who wasn’t stubborn. The more he tried to mediate, the crazier they got.

He really couldn’t understand it. It was just a game—was it really worth getting this worked up?

And for some reason, ever since Liu Yuwen suggested that he kiss him, Lu Ziqing had been acting strangely.

The atmosphere between him and Liu Yuwen was charged, every word laced with sarcasm and hostility, as if they were seconds away from a full-blown argument.

…What a bunch of kids.

Lin Yu shook his head.

Liu Yuwen leisurely took a sip of wine. “Lu Ziqing, what exactly are your feelings toward Lin Yu?”

Lin Yu froze.

Lu Ziqing looked like a provoked lion, immediately snapping his gaze up.

Liu Yuwen smirked. “That’s my question. Now, answer it.”

Lu Ziqing frowned, staying silent.

“What, suddenly lost your voice?” Liu Yuwen chuckled. “Weren’t you all high and mighty about taking Lin Yu’s place? Now you can’t even answer a simple question? Is it really that hard?”

Lin Yu was completely lost. “What do you mean? What feelings?”

Why did it feel like they were speaking in riddles? Like everyone else knew the answer except him?

But no one answered him.

Only Zhu Lan, who had been sulking, glanced at him quietly.

Under Liu Yuwen’s mischievous gaze, Lu Ziqing stayed silent for a few more seconds—then, suddenly, he smiled.

“Oh, this?” He said slowly. “It’s the same as how you feel about Zhu Lan. Satisfied?”

Liu Yuwen stiffened. His entire face turned bright red at lightning speed.

Zhu Lan jerked his head up, staring at them in shock.

“Bullshit!” Liu Yuwen, seemingly furious, burst into a string of curses. “You little bastard, always talking nonsense—I swear, I’ll f***ing—!”

He lunged at Lu Ziqing, fists raised, only to be caught by Zhu Lan.

“Gege, calm down,” Zhu Lan coaxed. “You’ve had too much to drink. I’ll take you home.”

…

“Alright, game’s over,” Lu Ziqing said, grabbing Lin Yu and yanking him up. “We’re leaving.”

Lin Yu stumbled as he was dragged out of the bar.

He was still completely lost, totally out of the loop.

What the hell just happened?

Why did Liu Yuwen suddenly get so angry?

Why was Zhu Lan suddenly smiling so happily?

And why the hell did Liu Yuwen suddenly try to beat up Lu Ziqing?

Why did it feel like everyone else understood what was going on, yet no one would explain it to him?

After hailing a taxi and getting in, Lin Yu asked Lu Ziqing gloomily, “So… what exactly happened tonight?”

“Nothing. It’s not important,” Lu Ziqing replied.

Lin Yu frowned. “Just letting Zhu Lan take Liu Yuwen away like that… is that really okay?”

Though, to be fair, Zhu Lan and Liu Yuwen did seem much closer to each other than they were to him and Lu Ziqing.

Lu Ziqing repeated the same two words: “Not important.”

Lin Yu grew even more frustrated. “This isn’t important, that isn’t important… then what is important?”

“Lin Yu.” Lu Ziqing, sitting beside him, suddenly spoke. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you what kind of omega I like.”

Lin Yu was actually a little tired.

The music and lights in the bar had been exhausting.

Drowsy, he forced his eyes open to continue the conversation. “Mm… someone pretty? Smart?”

Those seemed like obvious answers.

With Lu Ziqing’s status, he was bound to have high standards.

But Lu Ziqing shook his head. “Neither.”

Lin Yu blinked. “Then…?”

“I like dumb ones. The dumber, the better. The dumber they are, the more I like them,” Lu Ziqing said. “Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

Lin Yu was indeed surprised. “…Huh.”

“Do you know any particularly dumb omegas? Introduce me to one.” Lu Ziqing’s tone was calm and casual. “Especially someone who’s completely oblivious, who can’t read the room, who doesn’t pick up on hints, who’s utterly clueless—that kind is my favorite.”

Lin Yu found the request a bit odd, but out of politeness, he only responded with an “Oh.”

He had a vague feeling that something wasn’t right, but he was just too tired. His head tilted to the side, and he dozed off.

Lu Ziqing leaned back in his seat, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

…

Seriously…

…

So unbelievably dumb.