Transmigrated into a lewd little pervert, the crazy boss's kiss made his legs weak.

The system notification sounded at the right time, with its usual sarcastic tone.

Oh dear, this time when I go back and submit my resume, it shouldn't go unanswered.

Let me do the math... 30 career points should be enough to get a cleaning job, right? With a little effort, maybe I can even get promoted to dishwasher.

Li Yaoyao did not respond.

The system seemed to have sensed something, and its tone softened slightly.

Um... are you alright?

"fine."

Li Yaoyao thought to herself, and as she pushed herself up from the ground, the pain in her knees made her gasp.

She limped away from the crowd. Some people were laughing, some were whispering, but no one called out to her.

As she walked out of the playground gate, she reached up and touched the corner of her eye.

She slowly walked to a bench by the school lake, sat down, and buried her face in her knees for a while.

Then I took a deep breath, took out my phone, opened the recruitment app, and mechanically swiped my fingers.

"You have to survive first."

She sniffed, her voice muffled.

"Let's find someone who provides room and board, a cleaner or a nanny will do, it's better than nothing."

My finger suddenly stopped on a job posting.

"Urgently hiring a private nanny. Requirements: No gender or age limit, meticulous and patient, room and board provided, monthly salary of 20,000. Job duties: Taking care of the daily life of an adult falcon."

Li Yaoyao blinked and looked at it again.

Looking for a nanny for an eagle?

She looked up at the sky, then down at the screen, her expression indescribable.

"Hey, isn't there something seriously wrong with the setting of this world? Is this something that should appear in a brainless romance story?"

The system remained silent for three seconds.

[...I can't find this side story in my database either, but given the manga's absurdity, it might be some hidden plot point.]

Should I answer or not?

[A monthly salary of 20,000.]

"……catch."

*

On the lawn of a private estate on the outskirts of Beijing, seven or eight young men were gathered around a scaffold.

A falcon stood on a wooden frame, its feathers glossy black, its golden-brown eyes coldly scanning its surroundings.

The slightly chubby girl, Shan Shan, stood at the edge of the crowd, tugging at her skirt somewhat awkwardly.

She wasn't particularly pretty; she had a round face, round eyes, and a plump figure, making her stand out from the group of slender beauties.

But it was she who became Qi Yuge's longest-staying female companion.

But we've never slept together.

The most intimate gesture Qi Yuge ever made towards her was when he was drunk one time, he called her to his side and touched her leg.

Shan Shan himself was also confused.

People in the circle are saying that Young Master Qi's tastes have changed, and he's started playing with Platonic relationships.

She dared not explain, nor did she want to explain.

It's better to be mistaken for Qi Yuge's woman than to have the truth revealed.

"Wow, Young Master Qi's tastes have definitely changed lately."

A spoiled brat in a floral shirt slumped in a chair and gestured towards Shan Shan with his lip.

"You used to work with supermodels and celebrities, now you're cooking home-style meals?"

Someone nearby laughed.

"Beautiful lady, you're so lucky! Young Master Qi never stays with the same woman for more than a week, and you've been here for almost twenty days, haven't you?"

Shan Shan forced a smile and was about to say something when Qi Yuge spoke up.

"Too talkative."

Two words: lazy and indifferent.

But the man in the floral shirt immediately shut up.

Qi Yuge leaned back in his chair, his long, slender fingers holding an unlit cigarette.

Two buttons were undone at the collar of the shirt, revealing a small patch of collarbone.

His eyes were half-closed, as if he were dozing off, or as if he were waiting for someone.

"What are we betting on?"

Someone asked.

"The usual rules."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than footsteps echoed from the entrance of the manor.

Everyone turned to look, and then the atmosphere subtly changed.

The person who came was Shang Hesheng.

If Qi Yuge is the living Yama of Beijing's elite circles, then Shang Hesheng is the only devil who dares to challenge Yama's territory.

The two families had been at odds since their fathers' generation, and in their generation, the feud hadn't been resolved; instead, the grudges had only deepened.

Shang Hesheng was about the same height as Qi Yuge, and his imposing presence was in no way inferior.

He wore a dark red velvet shirt, a smile playing on his lips, and an eagle perched on his arm.

That eagle was bigger and had a fiercer look than Qi Yuge's.

He walked in, his gaze slowly shifting from Qi Yuge to Shan Shan, and smiled.

That kind of smile was like a hunter spotting his prey.

"The stakes remain the same."

Shang Hesheng raised his chin and nodded slightly in Shan Shan's direction.

"I won. The one next to you... is mine."

Qi Yuge finally opened his eyes.

He slowly put the cigarette in his mouth and flicked the lighter with his thumb.

With a snap, the flame flickered in his dark pupils.

"Okay."

He tilted his head back slightly, exhaled a smoke ring, and smiled.

"Then I win. Slaughter your Arabian horse and give it to my eagle as a treat."

The two men stared at each other, the air thick with the tension of a potential firecracker.

Shan Shan's face turned pale instantly.

She stood at the edge of the lawn, her nails digging into her palms.

When Shang Hesheng said those words, she subconsciously looked at Qi Yuge.

But the man's gaze swept past everyone and landed on the scaffolding in the distance, as if the gamble had nothing to do with him.

Shan Shan's heart sank.

I should have thought of that earlier.

These rich kids have no bottom line, but Qi Yuge's bottom line is even lower than all of theirs.

How could she still harbor such fantasies, thinking that she was special in his eyes?

The playboy in the floral shirt started organizing the competition, his tone as excited as if he had won the lottery.

"Same rules as always: live pigeons released, three minutes to fly, whoever's eagle catches the most wins. Young Master Qi, Young Master Shang, and the others, no objections, right?"

Shang Hesheng raised his hand, indicating that it was fine with him.

Qi Yuge didn't even bother to lift his hand; he simply took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash.

Game start.

At the same time, all four pigeon coops opened, and twenty white pigeons flapped their wings and soared into the sky.

The young masters were eager to try, and they all released their own eagles.

Shang Hesheng took off his eagle hat, his eagle.

Its wingspan is nearly 1.5 meters, and its plumage is a mix of gray and white.

It took flight with almost no running start, soaring directly to a height of over ten meters and precisely locking onto the pigeon on the far side.

The eagle swoops down.

It moved with incredible speed, like a gray cannonball piercing the air. The pigeon didn't even have time to let out a complete cry before it was carried back to Shang Hesheng's scaffold.

Clean and neat.

The surrounding young men cheered.

"Young Master Shang's eagle is impressive! The first one took less than twenty seconds!"

"That speed, that accuracy, isn't that about the same level as this year's French falcon champion?"

Shang Hesheng smiled slightly and turned to look at Qi Yuge.

Qi Yuge didn't look at him.

He slowly walked to the scaffold, where the black eagle cried out in annoyance.

It stood quietly on the wooden frame, unlike other eagles that fluttered restlessly.

It merely tilted its head, looking at Qi Yuge with one golden-brown eye, like a silent assassin awaiting the final command.

Qi Yuge raised his hand and took off his eagle hat.

In that instant, the surrounding playboys involuntarily took a half step back.