2 A Dirty Joke (1/2)

Some days later, Su Yan returned home and fell onto his bed. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. He wanted nothing more than to sleep but he already had a bad conscience. How long had it been since he uploaded one of his stories? It was time he finally went online again to post.

”Ah …” He sat up and fetched his notebook from the desk. ”At least one chapter. Even if it's just 500 words. You can do that!”, he motivated himself.

His plan came to a premature stop, though. There was some unknown app on his screen.

Huh? Did he install that accidentally? He frowned at the name. 'Lovely Writing System'? He couldn't remember having seen something like that but it did sound like something he'd like to try.

He opened the program and was greeted by a seductive voice. ”Welcome, host~!”

Su Yan slammed the notebook shut. That … didn't sound like a program meant for writing at all! What was with that kind of voice and that manner of addressing someone?! He felt like he had been on his way to a nice family restaurant but accidentally stepped into a strip club!

Ugh, he had probably been hacked and someone thought it funny to install something dirty on his notebook. Hmph. Don't think I'll panic just because of that!

Su Yan took out his mobile-phone with a smug expression and clicked one of the numbers he had on speed dial.

The phone just rang once before an equally seductive voice came from the other side. But this time, Su Yan had expected nothing else. ”Mn … How nice of you to call, Xiao Yan! Did you already get off from work?”

”Yeah. Ah Chang …” Su Yan ruffled his hair and adopted the whiny voice that he always used when he wanted something from that friend of his. ”There's something wrong with my baby! Come over and help me!”

Low laughter came from the other side. ”Alright, alright. I couldn't take responsibility if something happened to your 'baby', huh? How serious is it?”

”Dunno! I didn't dare to get curious. Just come over already, okay?”

”Mn.” There was some fabric rustling on the other side. ”Give me half an hour.”

”Alright!” Su Yan hung up with a big smile and went into the kitchen. Mn, he should eat something and maybe draft his next story on paper. Half an hour was long. And who knew how long Ah Chang would need to fix that thing? Maybe he'd be there for some hours.

Despite what Su Yan thought, the bell already rang twenty minutes later when he had just managed to cook a simple meal. Su Yan leaped to his feet, hurried over and pulled the door open. He grabbed the man outside by the collar and dragged him inside.

”Ah Chang, you're finally here! Come on, come on, sit down. Please, diagnose my baby! I'm afraid it's dying!” He pushed him over to the couch and fetched his notebook again, sitting down next to him.