Chapter 131 (1/2)
The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant
Translator: Jury
Editor: NomNom
First Published on Chaleuria
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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-one
Su Yuyang and Ling Miao’s days could be described as ‘calm as water.’ They squabbled less than before, but the sound of typing in their room never ceased. Sometimes it was because they were writing, other times because Ling Miao was gaming.
Occasionally Ling Miao’s groans would rise into the air while Su Yuyang leisurely watched him complain. Of course, Su Yuyang also sometimes touched Ling Miao’s waist and blew into Ling Miao’s ear so that Ling Miao couldn’t concentrate on writing at all.
“Su Yuyang, where are your hands going?” Finally, Ling Miao exploded. He caught hold of a certain someone’s hands which were wandering about his waist and fiercely glared at the man.
Su Yuyang disappointedly retracted his hands and said unhappily, “All day you’re either writing or gaming. I’m bored and lonely!”
“Scram!” Ling Miao said angrily. “If not for some bastard whose hands were itchy and deleted my drafts, would I need to write so frantically? Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Ling Miao slammed the keyboard hard, flames of anger dancing in his eyes. Su Yuyang guiltily picked up a book and pretended to read. Ling Miao called, “Hey.”
Su Yuyang’s hand jerked and the book fell directly onto Su Yuyang’s foot. The book was as thick as the Modern Chinese Dictionary and it was a hardcover book at that.
“Ow!” Su Yuyang cried out in pain. He squeezed out two tears, sniffed, and said aggrievedly, “It hurts.”
Ling Miao huffed, “You deserve it. It’s retribution for your itchy hands!”
“I really didn’t delete your drafts on purpose,” Su Yuyang explained for the umpteenth time. “I thought those were resources I had downloaded. Why didn’t you name your drafts properly?”
“Su Yuyang, don’t do this while I’m not in a good mood…”
Alongside Ling Miao’s shouting, Su Yuyang’s phone rang. He gestured for Ling Miao to be quiet and said softly, “It’s from Yu-ge.”
“Hmph!” Ling Miao folded his arms and turned his head away. Su Yuyang internally cried nonstop.
“Yu-ge, what is it?” Su Yuyang said with a hint of gratefulness. None of his earlier grievance could be seen in his bright eyes.
Mu Yu said: “I wanted to confirm your trip details. What time are you getting to Guangzhou? The organizers will send someone to greet you.”
The book signing!
Su Yuyang slapped his forehead. He had never attended a book signing before and these past few days had been so relaxed he had completely forgotten about it. If not for Mu Yu’s reminder call he might only have remembered it when he saw blog posts about the book signing event.
“This…” Su Yuyang wanted to say something, then stopped.
Mu Yu laughed. “You forgot?”
“I’ll book us flights now.” Su Yuyang scooted over to Ling Miao’s side and asked Ling Miao to book a flight for him, but Ling Miao said, “I knew you’d forget. I already booked them.”
“Really?” Su Yuyang asked in surprise.
“Udon worry.”¹ Ling Miao indicated for Su Yuyang to move aside then continued to immerse himself silently in the patter of his keyboard.
Su Yuyang asked Ling Miao, “Xiao Miao, when did you book the flights?”
Ling Miao rolled his eyes at him. “The day you agreed. We leave the day after tomorrow, in the morning.”
“The morning flight the day after tomorrow,” Su Yuyang told Mu Yu.
“Ling Miao’s more reliable than you are,” Mu Yu assessed.
Su Yuyang flushed and explained, “I’m getting old and my memory is going.”
“You can’t be older than me!”
“Heh heh.” Su Yuyang laughed embarrassedly. Mu Yu and Su Yuyang made small talk for a little while more, then hung up.
After Su Yuyang hung up, a question that had troubled Su Yuyang for a long time now surfaced in his mind: Why is Ling Miao looking forward to this book signing so much?
Su Yuyang had asked Ling Miao, who had answered, “Some authors I like will also be attending the event. It’s a rare opportunity, so of course I must go get their autographs.”
“I’m not the only author you like?” Su Yuyang’s tone was aggrieved.
Ling Miao stared at the ceiling, speechless, thinking: This guy’s possessiveness is this strong?
Ling Miao huffed, “I like many authors. Like Haphazardly Chopping Wood, Professional Struggling Writer of 18 Years, and Chaos Paste. Of course, my favorite author is Shu Yang, and my favourite person is Su Yuyang.”
Although Ling Miao had listed him at the very end, wasn’t the last performance always the most important? Su Yuyang suddenly placed his hand at the back of Ling Miao’s head and, while Ling Miao was stunned, quickly lowered his head to place his lips over Ling Miao’s.
“Mm!” Ling Miao let out an unhappy noise. Su Yuyang pretended not to hear. He kissed Ling Miao passionately as if he wanted to make Ling Miao melt. Ling Miao slowly let down his resistance, his hands encircling Su Yuyang’s waist.
“Xiao Miao.” Su Yuyang’s voice was low as he called Ling Miao in anticipation.