The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

Erebus put down his pen, poured a cup of hot water, and went over to hand it to Wen Yubai.

Wen Yubai took the hot water without thanking him.

"It's nothing, I'm probably just too tired lately."

During his seclusion, he and Erebus had become quite familiar with each other, and there was no need for formalities anymore.

It was comfortable working with Erebus. He didn't talk much, but if you suggested a direction, he could immediately pick it up and push it further.

Their brainstorming sessions often produce brilliant ideas; it's like kindred spirits meeting.

But for some reason, Wen Yubai has had a bad feeling lately.

He drank his water while pondering whether there was a problem with his plan.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I was overthinking it.

The previous pilgrimage was due to his own lack of consideration, but this time the luminous ore processing plan is the culmination of his and Erebus's wisdom, and is flawless.

He couldn't think of any way to make money.

After finishing his water, Wen Yubai continued to concentrate on his work.

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But when Wen Yubai finished his seclusion and walked out the door, he realized he was wrong.

It's not that the plan is flawed, but rather that outsiders have ulterior motives.

Bishop Dickens stood before him, beaming with excitement, recounting incessantly the events of the past few days.

Before Wen Yubai could process this series of messages, the little mustache came up to him again.

Holding a row of medals, he vividly described the inspiration behind their design and their inspirational effect on the wealthy, adding enthusiastically at the end:

"This is all thanks to the excellent direction set by the Holy Son, which gave me such great inspiration!"

Wen Yubai: ?

He leaned on the table next to him, and despite the bright sunshine, he felt a sense of gloom.

Was this what I meant by "verbal or nominal encouragement"? You're using that to attack me.

Wen Yubai really wanted to see what these people were thinking.

Phew, these are all manageable.

But what's the deal with that bodybuilding competition? And who came up with the idea of ​​getting sponsors?

At this point, the competition was almost fully prepared, and even if Wen Yubai wanted to stop it, it was too late. He just wanted to find out who the culprit was.

Dickens, oblivious to the change in the Holy Son's expression, excitedly reported, highlighting the Holy Knight Commander who had suddenly gained a brain and the unassuming High Priest.

He sighed at the end.

"It's a pity that the Paladin Commander led some knights to teach the contestants how to train their physique, and the High Priest is also extremely busy. Recently, there have been too many wealthy merchants and nobles who want to cooperate with us, and he is busy receiving and screening potential partners. Neither of them is at the temple."

Wen Yubai's fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly.

Thankfully they weren't here. Dickens and Little Beard had been stabbing him in the back with every word they uttered. He couldn't even imagine what would have happened if the Holy Knight Commander and the High Priest were here!

The Paladin Commander was one thing, but after all, he had betrayed him during the pilgrimage; he was a repeat offender.

But High Priest, do you really need to be this business-minded?

He thought he'd just make a little money selling tickets, but High Priest, why are you even suggesting attracting investment?!

With a brain like that, isn't it a waste of talent for him to be the high priest of the temple?

The temple is really delaying your time to build your commercial empire outside, High Priest!

Wen Yubai's temples throbbed. This competition might have a second, third, and fourth edition... The fame and benefits would snowball.

And the root of all this is the foolish move of making the rich pay for labor.

Wen Yubai was filled with regret.

He glanced at Bishop Dickens's smug expression, then at the little mustache's undisguised proud smile, and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

He quickly looked away and glanced at Erebus beside him.

Erebus still had that aloof look, but his eyes seemed a little vacant, as if he was still processing something he didn't quite understand.

Wen Yubai sighed again, realizing that only Erebus was his true ally, unlike these other people who were constantly causing him trouble.

Fortunately, amidst the misfortune, nothing untoward happened in the area where commoners copied books in exchange for pilgrimage, and everything remained stable.

This relieved Wen Yubai a little, preventing him from fainting on the spot.

That night, to be on the safe side, Wen Yubai optimized the processing plan for the luminescent ore to ensure everything went smoothly, and didn't finish his work until late at night.

He returned to his dormitory, pushed open the door, and upon seeing the scene inside, he stepped back.

He glanced at the mark on the threshold that belonged exclusively to the Holy Son, making sure he hadn't gone to the wrong room, before coldly walking back in.

On her own bed, she saw a person lying there.

He was wearing loose pajamas, revealing a small patch of his fair chest. His long pink hair was scattered on the pillow like a blooming flower, and his profile was so exquisite that it seemed otherworldly.

At this moment, with his eyes closed, he appeared exceptionally harmless, like a cat that had secretly jumped onto the bed while its owner was away.

Wen Yubai stood there, taking a few seconds to consider the two options.

Option 1: Wake up Lovin, find out why he's here, and then ask him to leave.

Option 2: Just throw him out, skipping the intermediate steps.

He thought for a moment, made no choice, and turned to leave.

Lovin had already slept in this bed, and he wasn't really in the mood to sleep there, so he decided to find a guest room to make do for the night.

As soon as I turned around, my wrist was grabbed from behind.

The force was astonishing, pulling him backward and causing him to spin halfway around. He managed to brace himself on the bed with his other hand just in time, preventing him from falling onto Lowein.

After regaining his balance, he looked up and met a pair of icy blue eyes.

Lovin, who had been fast asleep, was now sitting up, his eyes clear and without a trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.

Wen Yubai was momentarily stunned by his beauty up close, losing her composure for a second.

But he quickly came to his senses, stood up, and distanced himself from the other person.

He tried to pull his wrist away from the grip, straining to break free, but the other person didn't budge.

"Lovin, what are you doing?"

Lovin leaned forward slightly, her pink hair slipping from her shoulders and hanging over their clasped wrists.

"I'm inviting you, can't you tell?"

Wen Yubai was taken aback by his words and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He struggled and finally shook off the hand, then immediately stepped back a short distance.

Lovin was still in his bed, his blanket draped over his legs, showing no intention of getting up.

Those icy blue eyes, under the dim wall lamplight, resembled a bottomless lake.

"Erebus can live and eat with you, but I can't?"

Wen Yubai almost choked on his words.

Could you please not use such ambiguous language? What does "eating and living together" mean?

He and Erebus had a purely platonic relationship; they worked in the same space, but slept in separate beds!

He took a deep breath and briefly explained his innocence.

After hearing this, Lorvyn's complexion visibly improved.

The darkness in his eyes faded somewhat, replaced by a faint smile.

But seeing that Lovin's complexion had improved, Wen Yubai's mood soured again.