The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

Fighting is an instinct etched into human genes.

Humans initially fought to survive from the claws of other animals; gradually progressed to fighting to hunt animals for food; then to fighting to seize resources; and finally to waging war to seize better resources.

Regardless of the purpose of initiating the battle.

The premise of everything is: you have to be able to win.

Lu Yuan only dared to make a move because he was certain he could win, because he was the protagonist.

Chen Dalei was confident he could win, and he dared to make a move.

So when Chen Dalei huddled at his own doorstep, covering his nose and shouting, "Brother... Brother... Dad... Stop hitting me, I was wrong,"

There was no regret in his eyes, only frustration at being outmatched.

The two tall, burly men not only failed to intimidate Lu Yuan, but were even whipped around like tops by him.

"Xiao Lu, we believe in a community with a shared future for mankind, and civilized societies cherish peace." Chen Dalei raised his hand, trying to influence the man in front of him with love.

"You can't only be peace-loving when you can't win." Lu Yuan rejected this attempt at persuasion and kicked him in the butt again.

Lu Yuan shook his slightly trembling arm and looked down at the two people huddled at the door.

He had a good time.

This game is amazing. If I beat someone up like that in real life, I'd be bankrupt!

The arms will tremble when you exert too much force; this is a natural physiological reaction.

After a fight, his clothes were inevitably torn to shreds, so he simply took off his delivery uniform and tidied them up.

So when Shang Qingya stepped out of the elevator...

I just happened to see this scene.

The front door was wide open, and two tall, burly men huddled by it, glancing up furtively out of the corner of their eyes with fear on their faces.

Standing in front of them was a man in a black t-shirt. He was swinging his arms and quietly adjusting his clothes. Perhaps he heard the elevator, because he turned his head. The sunlight shining into room 1201 shone on his profile, casting a small shadow.

The man turned to her and smiled, "Sorry, I was busy fighting criminals. I heard the phone ring but didn't have time to answer it."

The beauty of a picture comes from the conflict of elements.

If a scene only contains blood and wounds, then it is pure violence.

But if you add a touch of elegance, it becomes the aesthetics of violence.

What grand scenes has this little girl ever seen?

They don't mention keywords like "fighting criminals" or "justice will prevail," which are always appealing.

The visual impact alone is enough for Shang Qingya to have dream material for two months.

Are you alright?

This question was not asked by Shang Qingya, who was filled with worry.

It was after Lu Yuan saw her standing there motionless that he reached out and waved his hand in front of her eyes while asking her questions.

Upon hearing this, Shang Qingya quickly shook her head, then stepped forward with concern, asking, "I'm fine, how about you?"

"I was originally planning to lie down and pretend something was wrong, maybe I could get more compensation." Lu Yuan pointed to the security camera at his neighbor's door across the street and pouted regretfully.

Unfortunately, there are cameras, so we can't do anything sneaky.

Because if we simply extract scenes from the battle, it would be good enough if Lu Yuan wasn't defined as the perpetrator.

The bearded man rushed out from behind, holding a riot fork to his chest, and stepped in front of Lu Yuan.

He observed from behind for a long time, and only stepped forward after confirming that the assailant was no longer able to fight back.

"Dragon King, I've already called the police!"

"Who calls himself Dragon King? Such an arrogant name." Lu Yuan joked meaningfully, arms crossed.

"You are the Dragon King," the bearded man said respectfully.

People only believe what they want to believe.

To be able to deal with two burly men so easily, what else could it be but the Dragon King?

But Lu Yuan was displeased upon hearing this: "How dare you insult someone your age? Aren't you afraid of your wife and children being locked in a doghouse?"

"Then what should I call you?"

"Ask him." Lu Yuan pointed to the bald man standing timidly behind everyone: "Last time I sneaked in, he called me a stinky delivery guy."

The bald man realized the conversation had turned to him.

He immediately looked up, somewhat at a loss.

Then came the bearded man's reprimanding voice.

"Apologize to the Dragon King!"

"I...I'm sorry, Dragon King." The bald man didn't know why he was apologizing, but he said it anyway.

Lu Yuan completely ignored the two men, listening to the police sirens outside and keeping an eye on Chen Dalei and the other man to prevent them from taking desperate measures.

Shang Qingya silently picked up the delivery uniform from the ground and helped straighten the wrinkles from behind.

To the bald man, everything seemed so scripted.

The security guard who once looked down on Lu Yuan got his comeuppance; the school beauty fell for him at first sight and became gentle and considerate...

No, I have to try and get closer to them.

"Dragon King, I've been a security guard for a long time, and I know the security guards in many of the neighborhoods around here. You can enter any neighborhood you like from now on."

"No, we're related, aren't we?" Lu Yuan asked, looking puzzled.

"Is it possible? Can we really become relatives?" The bald security guard hurriedly approached with a fawning smile, his eyes full of expectation.

This is a chance to become related to your idol!

And most importantly, he already had something to brag about.

"I have seen the Dragon King!"

...

When Lu Yuan came out of the police station, the sky was already a bit gloomy.

Fortunately, the neighbor across the hall had surveillance cameras, so Lu Yuan didn't have to waste any more words.

After all, Chen Dalei stood at the door and described in detail all his actions and thoughts.

It's about giving yourself an explanation.

The final result is still pending notification; for now, it's no longer his concern.

Lu Yuan sniffed and caught a faint scent of earth in the air.

"It feels like it's going to rain."

"So what exactly happened?"

Shang Qingya kept pressing for an answer to this question. As a passerby with little connection to the matter, she simply took a statement and came out to wait.

They still have no idea what happened.

"Um..."

This question really stumped Lu Yuan.

He really didn't know how to tell a little girl the truth of the matter.

"What do you guess it will look like?"

"Big Lei wanted to kill his wife and her lover to vent his anger, but you stopped him out of justice."

"That's it." Lu Yuan snapped his fingers, indicating that Shang Qingya was indeed a smart little girl.

That way he only needs to say four words.

But if everything is revealed...

Then he would have to give a long and detailed account of "An Analysis of Da Lei and His Wife's Special Fetishes", "The Social and Family Relationships of Da Lei, His Wife, and Their Lover", and "Da Lei's Screenwriting Techniques".

"You're amazing!" Shang Qingya's eyes sparkled.

Although she had already guessed it, she still sincerely praised him after hearing the definite answer.

In her heart.

Lu Yuan's image is already incredibly close to that of a giant Buddha radiating golden light.

Not only did he provide her with food and maintain good relationships with the vendors, but he also acted as a champion of justice...

She started talking more without even realizing it.

Throughout the journey, he recounted his inner thoughts while waiting for Lu Yuan downstairs.

She described in vivid detail how, when she couldn't get through on the phone, she cleverly ran to the security room for help.

And he didn't forget to add one more thing:

"I was so worried!"

"Your worries are underestimating me. Don't do it again next time."

"I'm worried you've made another mistake!" Shang Qingya said righteously, "Don't be impulsive again in the future."

"No way." Lu Yuan responded just as righteously: "I will never tolerate such cowardly behavior."

"you..."

Shang Qingya was speechless for a moment, and the two of them went from laughter to silence.

She remained silent.

Lu Yuan, hands still in his pockets, casually hummed a song as he walked along the sidewalk.

"The setting sun shines on my little jasmine~ little jasmine~, the sea breeze blows through her hair~ her hair."

But she couldn't be that relaxed.

Because under normal circumstances, when a girl is concerned about a boy, she can respond to this kind of answer in many ways.

Similarly, you could use a joke to maintain a relaxed atmosphere, or puff out your cheeks and pretend to be angry, and so on.

But not between them.

Because their relationship is not a normal one, such as that of lovers or friends.

At this point, no matter how you respond, it will give the impression that "the relationship isn't there yet, but you're trying to cross the line."

This awkward atmosphere continued until the two walked back to the entrance of the residential area to retrieve their electric scooter.

"Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"Mmm." Shang Qingya stood aside and waited for the driver to get in the car first.

"You take the driver's seat."

"Me?" Shang Qingya looked up and pointed to herself: "I've never ridden an electric bike before."

That's why I need you to learn it.

"I'm afraid I'll damage your car."

"I'm not afraid of falling to my death, so what are you afraid of?"

...

Raindrops were falling from the sky.

A slow-moving electric vehicle travels along the non-motorized vehicle lane.

Shang Qingya was a little scared, so she drove very slowly.

Even so, she was very happy.

Some of her classmates ride electric bikes to and from school, so she had wanted to experience riding an electric bike for a long time.

These kinds of things usually require the father to teach them.

But it's better if her father doesn't mention it.

"Can I still deliver food with you in the future?"

Shang Qingya spoke very softly because their conversation had just been strange.

She actually knew exactly what was wrong.

She was one of those rescued, just like a stray cat on the street.

Aside from feeling grateful to those who have shown kindness, one should not have any other emotions.

If it's just a one-way aid relationship, like a philanthropist and children in impoverished mountain areas, then that's fine.

One person provides the money, the other expresses gratitude, and that's it—there won't be any further contact.

But she also hoped to repay Lu Yuan as much as possible.

This inevitably leads to more contact, and the problem will remain like a thorn between the two.

Because she wasn't very skilled at riding a bike, Shang Qingya didn't dare to lose focus or tilt her head while speaking.

The sound was then dispersed by the oncoming wind, becoming soft and indistinct.

Lu Yuan didn't dare let her tilt her head to speak.

It would be a huge loss if they didn't die in battle but instead fell to their deaths from riding an electric scooter.

So he could only lean forward and get closer to Shang Qingya, bringing his head close to her neck as he asked, "What did you just say?"

As it turned out, Lu Yuan's decision was wrong.

This almost killed him in a car accident.

When the girl's sensitive skin felt the breath so close to her, she trembled and almost lost her grip on the handlebars.

The car body became unstable and swayed violently, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize it.

Before Lu Yuan could even complain, he was met with curses from other electric bike riders behind him.

"Can't you even ride a bike, damn it."

Shang Qingya and Lu Yuan remained silent, simply bowing their heads and enduring the scolding.

After the people behind them overtook them, the two looked up, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

This scene actually eased the awkwardness somewhat.

"Excuse me, I..."

"Just practice more and you'll get better." Lu Yuan pressed, "So what did you just say?"

"Can I still deliver food for you in the future?"

"If it's for a reward, then forget it. But if it's a day off and you don't have much to do, you can come and get used to the work in advance."

"Adapt in advance?"

Shang Qingya seemed to have thought of something.

She suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, Lu Yuan shared some experience with her, introduced her to various businesses, and now he was teaching her how to ride an electric bike.

Does he want me to deliver food too?

"Although there are student loans for tuition and you can work part-time to earn living expenses during college, the pay isn't high." Lu Yuan's tone was weary. "So I suggest that during your vacation after the college entrance exam, you should work as a food delivery driver to save up some money, so that your college life will be more comfortable."

"Have you already planned out my life from now on?"

Shang Qingya didn't know how to describe her feelings; no one had ever seriously considered this kind of thing for her.

Her father had considered it once, but unfortunately, his goal was to send her to work as a hostess.

Shang Qingya knew that she should pick up where Lu Yuan left off.

But she really didn't know how to respond.

Lu Yuan not only helped her solve her current difficulties, but also helped her think about future plans.

How can I repay this?

"Focus on your journey first, and we can talk about repaying you later when we've made some money."

Lu Yuan's words instantly revealed the girl's secret feelings.

Shang Qingya's face flushed red from her brow bone to the roots of her neck. She carefully said, "I will keep track of the cost of each meal and will definitely pay you back in full."

"You get some interest if you put your money in the bank! You think you can just pay me back for a meal?"

"I can also pay you interest."

"Then I can charge more interest, but unfortunately, usury is illegal." Lu Yuan's voice was full of regret.

"Then I'll treat you to a trip to the ocean, after I've made some money!"

First of all, if you don't charge money, it's not usury.

Secondly, she often heard Lu Yuan humming, "The sunset shines on my little jasmine, the sea breeze blows through her hair~"

She felt that Lu Yuan must really like the sea.

"The ocean is naturally formed, and you don't have to pay to see it."

"I'm inviting you on a trip!"

"You'll cover all your needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation?"

"right!"

Lu Yuan made a "hmm" sound through his nose to indicate that he agreed.

He was just spouting nonsense to fool people; otherwise, the girl would have been so awkward and hesitant when communicating with him.

He was tired, and she was tired too.

When he said "we will not tolerate cowardly behavior," he was trying to create a cheerful atmosphere for the conversation.

If we maintain this approach, future communication will be easier.

But to everyone's surprise, she stopped responding.

He had to take the initiative to reveal his true feelings and fabricate a lie about usury.

He can't collect the loan even if he wants to.

Because once she finishes her college entrance exams, it means he will have to leave the game.

But Shang Qingya was very happy.

Because she had finally found a solution to the problem, her eyes and brows radiated joy.

She will finally feel more confident when communicating with Lu Yuan.

Initially, she was somewhat wary of Lu Yuan.

This ordinary deliveryman appeared out of nowhere when she was most confused and helpless.

But she's not naive or innocent.

Although the term "naive and innocent" has become a term with mixed connotations, it is still the privilege of rich girls, because girls from poor families do not have the right to be naive and innocent.

Especially for pretty girls, they don't need to think about how to grow up on their own; the feedback from their surroundings is enough to make them grow up.

They possessed valuable resources when they were at their weakest and most ignorant, yet they lacked the support and protection of their families.

The result can be imagined.

She had many suitors since she was a child; you could guess that just by looking at her face.

If she wanted, there would definitely be boys willing to give her gifts, treat her to meals, or take her to a movie on her day off.

She could even easily connect with wealthy second-generation heirs from vastly different social classes through online channels.

But she knew clearly that all of this would come at a price.

Even just diverting a lot of her energy would be too much for her to handle.

Because she wanted to change her life through legitimate means.

From a certain perspective, those male students or rich kids were indeed quite unlucky.

What I was prepared to pay a higher price for, I got for three months of meals from Lu Yuan.

Therefore, the most important thing between people is always timing.

Food is most precious when you are most hungry.

Lu Yuan appeared at just the right time, but he didn't have any ulterior motives.

Don't underestimate a girl's sensitivity; she's best at picking up possible signals from the slightest clues.

But Lu Yuan didn't leave any clues at all; he didn't even say goodnight.

She couldn't tell at all that Lu Yuan had any feelings for her.

On the contrary, their enthusiasm for work is comparable to that of a yellow sponge.

But now things are fine.

She finally found a perfect solution.

They made a small agreement with each other, thus completing a closed loop.

This new electric scooter rider, with a smile on his face, is gradually picking up speed.

Young humans who drive a vehicle for the first time often experience a feeling of "how wonderful," as if they have completed some kind of life milestone and become adults in a daze.

Even when the light rain falls on her and soaks her clothes, she can still smile.

That smile lasted until she got home and went into her room.

She wrote in her diary, filled with the girl's secrets: "I wish that when I meet him, it's not that he finds me wet, but that he bumps into me steaming hot, and we have a fateful brush past each other, and then our days will be like a lively night of fireworks."

She looked around the room.

The furnishings were exactly the same as before, and even the sound of his father knocking over the wine bottle in the living room was exactly the same as before.

But she leaned out the window and watched the electric scooter slowly drive away below.

A smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

She began to have expectations: to meet again, to deliver food together, and to talk about that high-interest loan involving the sea.

Until she heard heavy knocking and annoying words coming from the door behind her.

"Honey, what's your decision?"