177: Penalty - 4 (Bonus Chapter)

Su Ning looked at the other party's feigned ignorance and knew there was no avoiding it.

She had no choice but to brace herself, walk over to the long sofa, sit down, pick up her phone, log into her voice chat room account, and silently get on the mic.

In the live stream, Brother Ye was casually chatting with visitors in the public chat, his tone full of "trust" in Yaoyao:

Brother Ye (Lv42): [Of course I trust Yaoyao! She's always been real with me! If I find out she's lying to me, I'll block her immediately! I'll never come back!]

Yaoyao looked at this "declaration of trust," and her already anxious heart completely sank.

She glanced at the cold little iron basin beside her hand, then looked at the man on the opposite sofa who seemed focused on scrolling through his phone but was clearly glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She pursed her lips, resignedly picked up the iron basin.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"Pfft—"

Jiang Ye, sitting across from her, watched her pitiful, hopeless, yet forced expression and couldn't hold back, bursting into laughter.

He quickly raised his hand and cupped it toward Su Ning, mouthing the words "sorry, you go on, go on," then picked up a nearby cushion, buried his face in it, and laughed hysterically.

Yaoyao: "..."

She had originally wanted to act cute into the microphone and say something like, "Brother, spare your little darling~"

But her own big brother was sitting right there on the opposite sofa. The sweet, syrupy tone she could usually use freely now felt nothing but awkward as soon as she opened her mouth:

"Uh... bro... brother... hehehehe..."

After a few forced laughs, she was so embarrassed she could dig a hole with her toes, her entire face flushed red.

Dog man was sitting right across from her!

How could she possibly act cute now?! It was so awkward she could explode on the spot!

Fortunately, the online "Brother Ye" didn't seem to want this awkwardness to drag on indefinitely either.

Another airplane special effect floated across the screen.

Brother Ye: [Didn't hear clearly just now, the echo seemed a bit off? Try again, hit it harder.]

Yaoyao looked at the teasing in the bullet comments from those who loved watching drama and tried one last struggle.

She turned off the microphone, looked pitifully at Jiang Ye: "Little Brother... what do you want to eat tonight? I'll treat you to a big meal, okay? Japanese? French? Your choice!"

Jiang Ye, having finally stopped laughing, waved his hand "politely":

"No need, no need! Little Sister Su, you're too kind! That would be too embarrassing! Really, don't mind me, focus on your important business, your important business comes first!"

After saying that, he picked up his phone again, fingers tapping nonstop on the screen.

Yaoyao knew she couldn't get around this hurdle.

She took a deep breath, picked up the iron basin with a look of grim determination, and knocked it against her forehead three times with solid, loud thuds—much louder than before.

Just as she put down the iron basin and hadn't caught her breath, another airplane soared into the air, and Brother Ye's bullet comment arrived as expected:

[Hmm... that sound is quite interesting. Hey? This 'knocking basin for scrap collection' looks fun, do that one again.]

Yaoyao: "..."

Ahhhhhh!

This Dog man! Is he never going to stop?!

He's dead set on making me completely socially dead in the real world too, isn't he?!

A surge of rage mixed with immense shame rushed to her head.

Su Ning shot up from her seat, her anger meter instantly maxed out!

No more holding back! Time to lay it all out! This young lady isn't serving anymore!

So what if I have to sleep with him? Get it over with sooner and be at ease! After sleeping, I can rightfully make this Dog man serve me properly from now on!

Clenching her teeth, she stomped angrily toward Jiang Ye.

One step: anger -10%, cowardice +10%;

Two steps: anger -20%, cowardice +20%... After five steps, she stood in front of Jiang Ye. Looking at his half-smiling expression, the remaining 50% anger instantly dropped to zero, and cowardice skyrocketed to 100%... No! Can't lay it all out!

What if, after tearing off the mask now, this guy finds "teasing" her no longer fun and just kicks her out?

Or worse, he goes along with it, sleeps with her, then after he's had his fill and the novelty wears off, finds an excuse to throw her out?

Wouldn't that mean losing both the person and the money, sacrificing her body for nothing?

Su Ning's mind raced, instantly weighing the pros and cons.

A little impatience spoils great plans! For the Hall Battle! For long-term development in the future! Endure!

She took a deep breath, forcibly swallowed the "I quit!" that was about to burst from her lips, and instead let out a heavy "Hmph!" at Jiang Ye. She turned back, grabbed the little iron basin from the sofa, slapped it hard to psych herself up.

So what if it's social death?

Making money! Not shameful!

Besides, the only live audience is him!

As long as I'm not embarrassed, he's the embarrassed one!

Besides, this isn't free social death—150 bucks per airplane!

Su Ning, her face flushed, clenched her back teeth, reopened the phone microphone, took a deep breath, raised the iron basin, stepped forward, and started circling the living room while shouting:

"Clang~!"

"Scrap collection~! Scrap—for money~!"

"Clang~!"

"Sell your old phones, old computers, old fridges, old TVs for cash~!"

"Clang~!"

"Second-hand old men for cash~!"

Jiang Ye: "..."

Watching Su Ning's unrestrained performance, he really couldn't hold back anymore. He picked up the cushion again, pressed it tightly against his face, his whole body trembling, almost laughing himself into convulsions.

Su Ning, currently "collecting scrap" all over the room, gritted her teeth in anger. With a determined heart, she walked straight to Jiang Ye's side and knocked the basin hard on his head:

"Clang~~~!"

"Scrap for cash~! High price for old computers, old phones, old boyfriends~!"

Jiang Ye jumped in fright, peeking half his face from behind the cushion to look at Su Ning, who was right in front of him, her face flushed, her eyes "fierce" yet doing the most cowardly thing.

Their eyes met.

Su Ning's heart skipped a beat. She quickly looked away and continued her "scrap collection" mission, only her steps were faster, the basin knocking louder, as if venting all her embarrassment and frustration onto this iron basin.

And Jiang Ye continued to hide behind the cushion, his shoulders shaking even more violently.