The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Having said that, Pei Du was very thoughtful. He found Wen Qiu's phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and then found Zhao Ma in the communication, and sent a message saying that she was staying out today.

Wen Qiu would only stay overnight at his place during the estrus period, so Zhao Ma called immediately. Pei Du picked up the phone: "It's me."

No one dared to say anything for three seconds, and then Zhao Ma's trembling voice came: "What's wrong with the young master? Is there anything wrong with his service?"

As soon as she spoke, Pei Du felt like he was dragged back to the feudal society. In her eyes, he was just a mountain king. He smiled and said, "Your young master has served you very well, but it's too late now. Let him rest at my house."

Mother Zhao was immediately relieved. "Oh, okay. The young master has been working really hard lately. You have to make sure he has a good rest."

"Well, I'll ask him to call you back tomorrow morning when he wakes up." Pei Du said, "Goodbye, you should also go to bed early."

Mother Zhao hung up the phone, her heart still pounding. The other party did not introduce herself, but she could guess that it was the ALPHA that the young master served. What surprised her was that the voice was very young and quite polite.

Wen Qiu was not disturbed by the phone call at all. He slept soundly, his hair was scattered messily, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked very peaceful and calm. Pei Du leaned over and slowly combed his hair with his fingers, thinking about the name "young master" in his heart.

He has fallen to this point, and there are still loyal servants who call him "Young Master". He has tortured himself so badly, and he doesn't even know where the Young Master is.

No matter what, this little canary, who had been raised in pampered care and experienced the wind and rain, was now in his hands. Pei Du looked at the sleeping OMEGA unscrupulously, with an undisguised possessiveness in his eyes.

To be honest, he had never felt that Yan Sheng was a threat. In his eyes, Yan Sheng was just an insignificant obstacle, about 20 cm high and 10 cm wide. He could step over it with one foot. Even if he accidentally stepped on it, the small obstacle would only make a few chirping sounds.

Even though he saw the two of them practicing so closely, he didn't care about Yan Sheng's transgression. What made him unhappy was Wen Qiu's attitude - he knew who could help him, but he would never come to him, and would rather figure it out, suffer, and make mistakes by himself, rather than bend over backwards for him.

He was obviously addicted to it, yet he seemed able to pull himself away at any time. Wen Qiu was too clear and transparent, like a substance like water and air, which made him feel like he could not grasp it.

When he was still acting, at least he was very dedicated, always highly focused in front of himself, like an asteroid that was always circling around him. Now that his true nature has been exposed, his asteroid has begun to move far and near, circling randomly, as if he is ready to turn into a meteor at any time and fly into the depths of the universe.

Pei Du didn't want to let him go. He was a heavy and dense star, lonely and anchored in a corner of the universe, not ready to change for anyone. So Wen Qiu could never escape his gravitational field, and would always revolve around him - although he hadn't yet decided where to put him.

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Wen Qiu had a good sleep and when he woke up he found it was already bright outside and it was already 9 o'clock!

He actually slept for 11 hours straight, his mind was clearer than ever, and his mood was worse than ever. Pei Du had gotten up early to exercise and came back. He walked into the bedroom wearing a loose T-shirt and holding a cup of coffee.

Wen Qiu didn't dare to complain about why he didn't wake her up. She could only glance at him sadly and bent down to reach for her cell phone, thinking about contacting Zhao Ma as soon as possible to explain why she hadn't returned home all night.

"I've contacted your servant." Pei Du sat down on the bed and rubbed his messy hair out of habit, "Don't worry."

"Oh……"

"The school has also asked for leave for you. Anyway, today is a public course." Pei Du said, "Stay here today and finish writing the script."

Wen Qiu was completely relieved. He threw himself forward and buried his head in the fluffy quilt again. "Aren't you going out either?"

"Yeah." Pei Du slowly drank a lethal amount of iced Americano, "But I have to write a paper all day today."

Wen Qiu knew why Pei Du wanted to keep him at home. It was because when Pei Du got tired of writing his paper, he liked to hold him on his lap and bury his head in his chest to recharge, similar to a poop scooper sucking a cat's belly.

For him, this feeling was not unpleasant. Even if it was just helping to pour a glass of water or massage someone's shoulders, or helping Pei Du print out materials and search for literature, as long as it was something that could show some value, he would do it with pleasure.

And they have been so busy lately that it seems like they haven't spent a whole day together for a long time. Wen Qiu actually likes to stay in the study with Pei Du. Most of the time, they are doing their own things, peacefully sharing the quiet space. When the afternoon sun shines in, it will dye everything golden. When the sunlight fades at dusk, the induction lights will light up one by one like street lights, illuminating Pei Du's profile. His long eyelashes will droop down because of fatigue, casting a faint shadow on his face.

Just thinking about it makes people feel substantial happiness. Wen Qiu quickly shook off the sleepiness and got up to wash up. In the bathroom, he made a video call with Zhao Ma and said good morning to Xiao Zhiliao. Then he walked out refreshed and found a set of clothes from his own closet to change into.

After enjoying the exquisite breakfast prepared by the chef, he took his laptop to the study, sat on his small sofa, and turned on the computer with confidence.

The memory of last night was still vivid, stimulating his desire to express himself like popping candy. His fingers flew, and he quickly typed out the outline in the document. The story was very old-fashioned. The male lead and the second male lead competed one-on-one on the basketball court to compete for the female lead. In the end, the male lead won the victory and the female lead's heart handsomely.

He never knew that such joyful and passionate words could flow from his pen, and the overflowing love gushed out like a shaken orange soda. His efficiency was much higher than he had imagined, and the first draft of the script of more than 4,000 words was completed before lunch.

"You've finished writing?" Pei Du heard the sound of him typing on the keyboard slow down, and cast an interested look at him, "Let me see."

Wen Qiu was a little embarrassed - although Pei Du had read every script he wrote, this one was different. The prototype of the character was too obvious, and the love projected on the character was too obvious. Without giving him a chance to refuse, Pei Du walked over, sat next to him, and admired it by himself. This was not a sofa that could accommodate two people. Wen Qiu huddled in the corner, half of her body was tightly pressed against him, and after a while she stood up uncomfortably, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Yeah." Pei Du stared at the screen with interest without looking up.

Wen Qiu walked quickly into the bathroom and found that his face in the mirror was a little red. Perhaps it was because he had watched and written too many romance dramas recently. He felt that his brain was a little abnormal. It seemed that he always had some unrealistic impulses, and his mind was full of illusions that were so light that they made him float.

He turned on the cold water and washed his face, trying to wash off the pink bubbles. However, amid the sound of the rushing water, the love letter he had arranged for the heroine rang out clearly again:

"I love you, love the ends of your hair dripping with sweat and your dimples filled with smiles, love every glittering victory of yours. I want to keep watching you silently like this, just like the past seven hundred days and nights; I also want to confess loudly, rush to the court and kiss the corners of your upturned lips in front of everyone..."

Drops of water dripped down his forehead, cooling his dizzy head. Like a duet, He Yu's voice rang in his mind, with a bit of worry and helplessness. He said Pei Du was not a good choice, and he said he didn't want to see himself get hurt.

There are two roads in front of him, representing two equally stubborn Alphas. If he chooses one, he can never turn back. The tangled process is so painful that Wen Qiu suddenly has an impulse. He wants to rush back to the study and confess to Pei Du directly. If he succeeds, then they will be together naturally; if the confession fails, then he will simply cut off contact and go with He Yu.

Fantasizing about two completely different endings, Wen Qiu walked back silently. When he reached Pei Du, all the courage in his heart disappeared.

He found that...he seemed unable to bear the cost of failure.

He would rather maintain the status quo, flirt with others heartlessly, cling to others without taking any responsibility, and be ready to run away at any time, so as to escape immediately if the situation gets bad.

Wen Qiu stood quietly, waiting for Pei Du to finish reading and give his comments. Pei Du scrolled the scroll wheel and quickly read the entire article. He leaned back on the small sofa and praised, "It's well written and very contagious."

When he was talking about serious matters, his attitude would not be so lazy. Maybe he didn't pay attention to the prototype or confession at all, or he didn't pay attention to it even if he noticed it. Wen Qiu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer stood still like a primary school student being scolded, but sat next to him.

At this time, Pei Du suddenly asked: "Have you ever been in love with Yan Sheng?"

"what?"

"Here," Pei Du moved the mouse to highlight a paragraph of text, "It says that the heroine and the second male lead had a relationship before..."

"This is artistic processing," Wen Qiu held his forehead with his hand, "Although I got inspiration from yesterday's game, creation is not equal to reality. Didn't you see that the heroine confessed to the hero later?"

"Oh, so that's it..." Pei Du's tone of pretending to be enlightened made people very angry. He turned to the part where the heroine confessed and read it slowly. "This confession is quite touching. Was there any artistic processing here?"

It was clearly a joking tone, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting Wen Qiu's heart. He turned his head suddenly and met Pei Du's dark eyes. There was no prying in them, but there was not much seriousness either.

Wen Qiu felt embarrassed, as if he had been seen through from the inside out. However, he was the kind of person who would become dizzy and do stupid things when he was in a good mood, such as when he was writing this script; but when he was under great pressure, he would immediately become resolute and sober, such as now.

He blinked slowly, the heat on his face subsided, and his pounding heart was calmed. He said with the same calm smile as Pei Du: "Although the heroine confessed first, she is actually very cautious and shy. She first made sure that the hero loved her very much before she expressed her love. If she felt that the hero did not love her, she might have kept her love in her heart forever."

As he spoke, Wen Qiu looked at him deeply. As long as Pei Du gave him a little bit of certainty, he would be able to generate infinite courage in his heart.

However, there was nothing in Pei Du's eyes, and Wen Qiu realized that such a vast darkness was also nothingness.

Does Pei Du really... like him? Wen Qiu's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He searched for details in his mind again and again, and confirmed again and again. He felt that he should like her a little, no matter how much. But how would Pei Du deal with this "like"?

He might not do anything.

Because even if I do nothing, I will still revolve around him, try to please him, and open my arms or legs at any time. It is because I need him, I am obsessed with him, and I rely on him to raise a child. If a threat like Yan Sheng appears, I can just eliminate him; if I get tired of him one day, I can also discard him without any burden.

This is the best and most comfortable relationship for Pei Du. If he were in Pei Du's position, he would not do anything, and perhaps he could just leisurely watch the other person's struggle of not being able to love.

But how could everything happen completely according to Master Pei's script? Wen Qiu gritted his teeth and thought, if Pei Du was a piece of thousand-year-old ice that could not be melted, then there was no reason for him to use his body temperature to keep him warm. He still had Brother He Yu as a way out. At least now Pei Du was not aware of his existence...

In the brief silence, Wen Qiu's mood fluctuated. Pei Du suddenly looked up at him and asked a question without a beginning or an end:
“Is there a third male character in your story?”

(End of this chapter)