The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After Pei Du finished speaking slowly, Wen Qiu's heart finally settled down. He thought that he had inherited the true teachings of Chef Liu, and the skills of ordinary restaurant chefs could not compare to his own. At least in this regard, he was still very confident.

Pei Du didn't say anything else. He ate quietly and elegantly, and even clinked glasses with himself.

Wen Qiu usually drinks two bottles of white wine at home, but after drinking half a glass of red wine here, he started pretending to be drunk with blurry eyes and flushed cheeks.

This was a well-planned plan. If Pei Du planned to do anything to him later, he could take the opportunity to get drunk and run away.

While he was planning in his mind, his cell phone suddenly vibrated. Wen Qiu picked it up and saw that his eyes widened - Pei Du had transferred 2000 yuan to him.

All in all, I stayed for almost two hours. Wen Qiu bit his lip and said, "Don't give me money. I really don't deserve it..."

"Keep it, this meal is worth the price." Pei Du took a sip of red wine, "Food, sex and nature are both important, aren't they?"

Wen Qiu couldn't understand his intention for a moment, but he instinctively sensed danger. He wanted to transfer the money back, he wanted to escape.

But as soon as his hand rested on the phone, the man covered the back of his hand - ALPHA's hand was long and strong, able to completely cover his hand, and just a slight tightening was enough to restrain him and make him unable to move.

"Relax - I believe you have your own difficulties, so even though I'm upset, I won't do anything to you." Pei Du's fingers gently stroked the back of his hand, "You are still short of money, and I am still interested in you, so how about continuing the contract? You don't have to sell yourself, you just need to continue to provide valuable companionship, and I can still pay you according to the original price."

This proposal was undoubtedly very tempting, but also very suspicious. Wen Qiu asked: "What do you mean by 'valuable companionship'?"

"That depends on what you are good at."

"I can cook, do housework, and write papers - I can't write too professional things, I can only help polish the English part." Wen Qiu racked his brains to think about his own value, but after thinking it over, he felt that it was very limited.

Unexpectedly, Pei Du responded cheerfully: "Okay, I'm writing a paper these two days, how about you help me revise it tomorrow? Come over at 1 o'clock, and then we can have dinner together."

That means 1 yuan from 7 to 6000 o'clock! Wen Qiu quickly calculated the account in his mind and heard the sound of gold coins dancing.

Although he was still unsure of what Pei Du wanted to do, he was very sure that he would not use force. Even if it was a little painful, it would not matter. That was 6000 yuan!
"Is it really just to accompany you and nothing else?"

"Of course. You can be more casual around me. I'm not a very demanding person. You just need to be careful about one thing—" Pei Du looked at him with dark eyes, "Don't lie to me, because I hate being deceived the most."

"...Okay, I understand." Wen Qiu agreed sincerely, "Do you need me to bring anything tomorrow?"

"Just bring your sincerity and don't be late."

Pei Du knew he couldn't refuse. He knew too well how much money could make such a poor person sell himself out.

After finishing his meal, he leaned against the door frame and watched Wen Qiu's back as she was busy washing dishes. The hair on the back of OMEGA's neck was soft and fine, her apron outlined her slender waist, her legs were straight and slender, and her butt was round and perky, very cute.

The way things were supposed to go, he should be ravaging this charming body in bed right now.

Pei Du was not going to let him off easily since he dared to play tricks on him like this.

He would use kindness and gentleness as weapons to lure his prey little by little until he threw away his weapons and put himself on the plate and brought it to his table.

This was the most interesting game, the revenge that suited his taste best.

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The 2000 yuan income made Wen Qiu forget the pain. He paid off his Huabei and credit card debts, and then gave his neighbor Aunt Wu a 500 yuan red envelope and went to her house to express his gratitude.

Of course, Aunt Wu refused to accept it, and she and Wen Qiu had a violent fight. Finally, Wen Qiu quickly stuffed the red envelope into her little Bao's hand. The three-year-old little Bao took the red envelope and ran out like a dog. Aunt Wu was not good at catching the dog and finally lost.

Aunt Wu was panting, still worried that he would go astray for money, "Where did you make the money?"

"I'm a good cook, so I made dinner for a rich man." Wen Qiu said happily, "He kept praising my cooking and asked me to come over again in the future."

"This rich person you are talking about, could it be ALPHA?" Aunt Wu's eyes became sharp.

"Uh, yes." Wen Qiu nodded awkwardly.

"Xiao Wen, you have to be careful. They may not come here for the food." Aunt Wu shook her head. "If you go to someone's house to cook and the door is closed, it will be too late to run away!"

"Don't worry, he's my classmate from Jiang University." Wen Qiu said quickly, "I've been with him for a while, he's a very nice person, and he didn't do anything to me."

Aunt Wu was still worried, and she held him and gave him some instructions for a long time. Finally, she gave him a handful of finger biscuits that Xiaobao had eaten and asked him to take them back for Xiaozhi to eat.

Wen Qiu took the biscuits back, ate two and fed one to Xiao Zhiliao. The two of them ate for a long time and finished all the biscuits. Wen Qiu was lost in thought. Comforting Aunt Wu was one thing, but thinking about it carefully, he was not lying. Pei Du did not do anything to him. He even let him have a meal and gave him 2000 yuan...

No matter how I think about it, I’ve made money, but what exactly is this vague feeling of unease?
When the little cicada was full, it snuggled into his arms again, breathing in the scent of his body.

Wen Qiu knew that he was covered in Pei Du's pheromones again. The faint cold breath tickled his nose, making his face feel a little hot.

I'm going to spend the afternoon with him tomorrow, and I don't know how to spend it...

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The next day, Wen Qiu bought some fruits and visited on time.

Unlike yesterday, Pei Du was wearing a black vest and sweatpants, as if he had just finished exercising, but he was dry. This was the first time Wen Qiu saw him wearing this style of clothes, and he couldn't help but sigh once again that ALPHA's figure was too perfect. Look at her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. She looks like she just came off the catwalk when she walks. If Jiang Mingxin was here, she might have crowed like a chicken on the spot. Although Wen Qiu hadn't evolved the ability to crow, he was still moved for a while.

After turning several corners, a huge room next to the living room turned out to be a gym, which contained a variety of professional equipment. Wen Qiu looked around curiously, but he didn't recognize many of the equipment. "Are you working out?"

"No, I'm fixing the treadmill," Pei Du curled his lips, "It's a good thing you're here, come and give me a hand."

Wen Qiu then discovered a pile of tools on the ground, and a very cool toolbox. When opened, it had five layers, like a small arsenal.

Pei Du continued his repair work. He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to adjust the track of the treadmill. After a while, he reached behind him and said, "A large hexagonal wrench."

Wen Qiu quickly found a wrench and handed it over, then simply sat down cross-legged. While handing things to Pei Du, he watched him debug various complicated parts, making his hands greasy.

"Don't you want to ask a repairman to come?"

"If you can fix this kind of minor fault yourself, then fix it yourself," Pei Du said without turning his head, "I don't like people coming to my house."

Then why did you give me your home address so easily... Wen Qiu thought silently.

"Can you do mechanical repairs?"

"I only know some simple jobs like fixing light bulbs," Pei Du half-knelt on the ground, bent down to tighten the screws, and the muscles in his arm contracted and relaxed as he moved. "Completing these tasks independently can increase my sense of control over my life."

After a while, Pei Du waved again, "Come, help me lift up the track, I'll add some lubricant."

Wen Qiu did as he was told. After he added the oil, he turned on the slow speed for some adjustments. Unlike at the beginning, the treadmill ran very smoothly.

"Well, it should be fine now. Why don't you go up and give it a try?"

"Oh oh." Wen Qiu walked up and down in slippers for two steps, feeling very smooth, and gradually increased the speed as he wished. When it reached 6, the treadmill track suddenly clicked, and Wen Qiu lost his balance unexpectedly and fell backwards.

Pei Du reached out quickly, hugged him from behind, then put his arms around his waist and lifted him up gently, then put him on the ground and made him stand firmly.

Wen Qiu patted his chest with lingering fear: "Is this also part of the sense of control?"

"...These are inevitable accidents in life," Pei Du looked unhappy and kicked the treadmill, "I'd better call a master. It's strange, the steps are all correct, what went wrong..."

From his mumbling, Wen Qiu realized that he had been practicing for two hours before he came. These ALPHAs have a strange desire to win...

Pei Du went to wash his hands, and Wen Qiu also hurried to wash the grapes and blueberries he had bought, then took out the two beautiful plates that he had taken a fancy to last time, put them on the plates, and brought them to the study.

The study is a different world inside, with a completely different decoration style from the outside, in a classical European style, with thick woven carpets, cast iron wall lamps, a large fireplace, and huge bookshelves covering two entire walls.

In addition to books, there are many strange little gadgets on the bookshelf. Some are very beautiful and look like travel souvenirs, while others are very strange and their use is impossible to tell.

Wen Qiu stared at it intently for a while, studying a tattered piece of net on the display shelf.

"This is a part of the net where the winning goal was scored during the World Cup final." Pei Du came in with two cups of coffee. "I was sitting behind that net at the time, but I was too young to have any impression of it. I just remember that I was scared to tears by the sudden cheers."

"Oh...then what is this pile of stones?" Wen Qiu asked again.

"On my 20th birthday, I climbed Mount Everest with my friends. They picked up a pile of round stones and said they wanted to build a cake for me," Pei Du said. "In Tibetan areas, people pile stones like this and call it 'Mani piles.' They believe that all things have spirits, and through this ritual they can pray to the gods for blessings."

Can birthdays be so ceremonial? Wen Qiu recalled his twentieth birthday. Not to mention the friends who celebrated with him, he should have curled up in a damp quilt at his grandmother's house, tortured to death by the reaction of the late pregnancy.

Next to the stone, Pei Du introduced him to a message in a bottle he brought back from a dive, which contained a letter from Iceland in the early 20th century. A small piece of carefully preserved animal skull from his childhood hamster Mini. A piece of plaster removed after a fracture healed, signed with the names of his high school basketball teammates.

Not all of the items were valuable, but each one was closely related to his life and was a symbol of a precious memory. There were two walls of such precious memories. In Pei Du's more than 20 years of life, he had experienced too many things that ordinary people could not achieve.

Wen Qiu thought of a room like this when he was a child, where he collected many toys and various things he picked up from outside. But later, when the villa was auctioned off, these things disappeared without a trace.

It was impossible not to envy him. Wen Qiu lowered his eyes and said, "Eat some fruit. I washed some grapes and blueberries."

"Well," Pei Du put one of the cups of coffee on his small table, "Did you bring your notebook?"

The small table was very low, and underneath it was a Persian carpet and a small sofa piled with pillows. Wen Qiu sat down and felt so comfortable that he just wanted to take a nap. He quickly drank a sip of coffee and took out the laptop from his backpack, "I've brought it with me, don't worry."

Pei Du sat down in front of his desk carved from a whole piece of solid wood, put on his blue light blocking glasses, lined up a dozen thick professional books, and then sighed deeply: "Well, let's get to work."

It turns out that Pei Du would also sigh about his thesis. Wen Qiu lowered his head to organize his schoolbag and smiled quietly.

However, when he opened the paper sent by Pei Du, he could no longer laugh.

(End of this chapter)