Moving On from the Tsundere, I Choose the Perfect Sweetheart

RING... RING... RING... RING...

The phone rang for a while before it was answered.

"Holy shit, Yasuo, do you even know how to use your whirlwind?!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"You fucking blew me right into the enemy’s turret!"

"First blood!!!"

...

The moment the call connected, a cacophony of noise erupted from the other end, immediately followed by a stream of curses and complaints.

Only after the string of curses from the other end of the line died down did Gu Yifan finally hear the voice of the person he was calling.

"Hello~?"

"Brother Fan, what’s up?"

Wang Zibo asked, his eyes fixed on his grayed-out computer screen.

"Zibo, you little shit, you went to an internet cafe again?"

Gu Yifan shook his head in resignation.

"Yeah!"

"A new champion was released yesterday. My hands were getting itchy, so I ran over to try them out!"

"Hehehe..."

Wang Zibo’s mischievous laugh echoed from the other end of the line.

"I was gonna ask you to come, Brother Fan, but I figured it might be a bad time for you."

He explained.

"Alright, alright."

"You little brat. Watch out, or your mom’s gonna show up at the internet cafe with a stick to drag you home!"

Gu Yifan said irritably.

"Pfft~"

"I’m not worried about that!"

"My mom’s working overtime today. The only reason I dared to sneak out and get online is because she’s not home!"

His respawn timer finished. Cradling the phone between his head and shoulder, Wang Zibo started typing on his keyboard with both hands.

"Oh, right!"

"Brother Fan, did you need something?"

He thought for a moment before asking.

"Nothing much, just wanted to treat you to a bite to eat."

Gu Yifan said casually.

"A bite to eat?"

Wang Zibo’s eyes lit up the moment he heard that.

He stopped moving his hands, picked up his phone with his right hand, and asked with a sly grin, "Brother Fan, what kind of goodies are you treating me to?"

"The good stuff!"

"But if you’re too busy with your game, then never mind."

Gu Yifan said nonchalantly.

"Hey, don’t be like that!"

"I am, I’m free!"

Wang Zibo hurriedly exclaimed from the other end of the line.

"Oh really?"

"From what I heard, didn’t your game just start?"

Gu Yifan asked.

"Pfft~"

"Compared to good food, this crappy game ain’t shit!"

"Brother Fan, give me two minutes. I’ll just wreck the enemy team, then I’ll head right over!"

"No, give me thirty seconds. Thirty seconds is all I need!"

"I’ll finish ’em off in thirty seconds!"

"I’m gonna show the other team what a real thirty-second man can do!"

Wang Zibo declared confidently.

With that, he steered his mouse with one hand and ran straight under the enemy turret...

"Executed!!!"

As the game’s sound effect rang out, the champion Wang Zibo was controlling collapsed.

Exactly thirty seconds. Not a second more, not a second less.

Then, Gu Yifan heard Wang Zibo’s calm voice. "Brother Fan, I’m done. Send the address to my QQ. I’m logging off and I’ll be right over."

Gu Yifan: "..."

"Brother Fan, I’m hanging up. See ya in a bit!"

Wang Zibo hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...

Listening to the busy signal from his phone, Gu Yifan was left utterly speechless.

"That bastard."

After holding it in for what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to force out those two words.

He had to admit, that son of a bitch Wang Zibo was a true scoundrel.

When he had just been dead-serious, bragging about wrecking the enemy team in thirty seconds, Gu Yifan had actually thought he was about to go on a rampage!

But instead, he’d fucking gone and fed the turret...

He fed the turret!!

And after feeding, he fucking went AFK!!!

One could only imagine how pissed off that scoundrel Wang Zibo’s teammates must be right now.

Thinking about Wang Zibo’s ridiculous stunt, Gu Yifan shook his head, completely speechless.

After hanging up, Gu Yifan saw Su Qinghe staring at him, a bewildered look on her face.

So he began to explain, "Er... That was Wang Zibo, a childhood friend of mine. I asked him to come over and help us finish all this food so it won’t go to waste."

Su Qinghe: (⊙o⊙)...

"Is... Is that okay?"

She asked, feeling a bit awkward.

"Pfft, it’s fine!"

"He’s not picky. He’s just happy to have something to eat!"

Gu Yifan waved his hand dismissively.

Su Qinghe stared at him, her mouth slightly agape, but in the end, she couldn’t find the right words to say.

She still felt a bit guilty about having someone else eat their leftovers.

However, twenty minutes later, her thoughts on the matter changed.

...

In a pavilion at the riverside park, not far from the square, Wang Zibo sat on a stone bench, wolfing down food.

Watching him devour a whole one-pound roasted sweet potato in just a few bites, Su Qinghe’s eyes widened in shock.

"See? I told you he could finish all of it!"

Gu Yifan glanced at Su Qinghe, then leaned close to her ear and whispered.

The sound of Gu Yifan’s voice so close to her ear snapped Su Qinghe back to her senses.

She glanced first at Gu Yifan, then at the still-eating Wang Zibo, and finally gave a solemn nod in complete agreement.

"Brother Fan, where’d you buy this roasted sweet potato?"

"It tastes amazing!"

"It’s just a little dry and has gotten a bit cold."

"If I just had a cup of hot milk tea, it would be... purr-fect!"

He mumbled, his mouth full of food.

"Oh, listen to you. You’re lucky to get anything at all, and here you are, you little punk, getting picky!"

"Can’t all this food shut you up?"

Gu Yifan cursed good-naturedly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"No, Brother Fan, I’m not being picky!"

"This roasted sweet potato is seriously dry, I’m practically choking on it!"

Wang Zibo finally managed to swallow the mouthful of sweet potato, a pained look on his face.

Just then, Su Qinghe, who was standing to the side, spoke up. "I... I can go buy some."

Wang Zibo’s eyes lit up when he heard Su Qinghe offer to go buy him milk tea.

"Hm?"

But hearing Su Qinghe offer to buy milk tea, Gu Yifan frowned and turned to look at her.

"Don’t—"

Just as he was about to speak, Wang Zibo cut in first, "Thank you, sister-in-law! Thank you, sister-in-law!"

WHOOSH.

Wang Zibo’s "sister-in-law" comment made Su Qinghe’s face turn beet red.

For a moment, the scene turned awkward.

SMACK!

Seeing this, Gu Yifan spun around and smacked Wang Zibo on the back of the head. "You fucking moron, what the hell are you talking about?" he said irritably.

"Hiss—"

"Brother Fan, ow, ow, ow..."

Wang Zibo whined, rubbing the back of his head with a wronged expression.

"You deserved it!"

Gu Yifan shot him a glare, his face full of disdain.

Wang Zibo: "-_-||"

Just then, Su Qinghe quietly said to the two of them, "I... I’ll go get the milk tea now..."

With that, her little face still flushed, she turned, lowered her head, and scurried away.

Watching her beat a hasty retreat, Gu Yifan’s expression grew complicated.

"Brother Fan, stop staring. She’s long gone!"

Wang Zibo waved a hand in front of his face.

After speaking, he didn’t forget to lower his head and mutter under his breath, "Look at that lovesick stare... and he still says she’s not my sister-in-law..."