After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 77

Gu Jiaoyang had a definite understanding of the power that came with the System after saying “Main God,” having studied Xuanmen techniques in his previous world. Many things there were deemed “unspeakable,” usually related to heavenly secrets, speculation about the future, fate, and other complex matters. Since he studied it, he naturally believed in it.

“So, you’re something akin to ‘Heaven,’ then,” Gu Jiaoyang supplemented mentally. He wasn’t sure if it was because he now possessed a system, making him an ‘insider,’ but the force preventing him from speaking differed slightly from the one he encountered while stargazing in his previous world.

“I think I understand.” He decided not to press further, unwilling to risk being labelled an enemy if he managed to breach the barrier of the unspeakable.

Well, there are reasons for everything the Main God does. The Monitoring System had probably not expected to be censored, stammering before continuing.

Xi Chuanbai, seeing Gu Jiaoyang look momentarily distracted, frowned slightly and walked a few steps closer. “Classmate Gu…”

Gu Jiaoyang watched Xi Chuanbai approach, still wearing the visible halo above his head. The words were so conspicuous that Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t ignore them at all. “…Seriously, I can’t look at him directly anymore. Is there any way to filter this out?”

Oh dear, these deprecated halos aren’t on our current production line. I wouldn’t know how to fix it! The Monitoring System hadn’t encountered this kind of retro-style visual spectacle before. It first ran a program to create a screen for itself. But the human host couldn’t avoid it. Gu Jiaoyang couldn’t very well make his eyes disappear.

“Hello, hello. What is the business, please, thank you?” Gu Jiaoyang could only reply politely. He had expected a confrontation, a physical fight, but instead, the ultimate boss showed up with something ridiculous sticking out of his head.

Thinking of the person opposite him as someone who relied on collecting junk to become a self-proclaimed king attempting to overthrow the ruler… actually sounded a little inspirational?

The moment Gu Jiaoyang finished his internal joke, the Monitoring System, the Main God’s faithful bootlicker, erupted in protest, beeping madly inside his head. It had somehow mastered presentation technology and turned the data stream into a large screen, enthusiastically listing the Main God’s virtues and accomplishments.

But the System, caught up in its fervent praise, failed to notice that the screen kept turning blue and its words were censored whenever it reached a certain keyword. Gu Jiaoyang touched his ear, mentally pacifying it with a simple, “Ah, yes, absolutely.”

“Ah, yes, Classmate Gu, I heard your painting skills are excellent. Our Business School is planning a charity auction in a couple of days. I wanted to ask if you have time to participate?” Xi Chuanbai maintained his look head slightly bowed, eyes soft and watery, smiling gently. As he spoke, he watched Gu Jiaoyang, who seemed somewhat distracted, and poked his own system.

What’s going on? Has the halo worked or not? Why hasn’t the marker appeared above his head? The system in his mind replied dismissively. Xi Chuanbai seemed to be having second thoughts recently, and the system and host had argued last night. While the issue wasn’t major, the system wasn’t in the mood to deal with Xi Chuanbai today. It carelessly sent a low-level detection signal. After receiving no immediate counter information, the system replied lazily. It worked, no rejection.

Xi Chuanbai, whose hands were clasped behind his back in a gesture of cuteness, clenched them. He felt a weird discomfort whenever he got close to this little cannon fodder, Gu. Yet, the system in his body seemed fine, leaving him wondering if he was overreacting.

He pushed the strange feeling aside and began his sales pitch to the little cannon fodder. “Would you consider it, Classmate Gu? This charity auction not only raises funds for impoverished areas and local orphanages, but it also provides an opportunity to network with valuable contacts, for example…”

Gu Jiaoyang’s lecturer had mentioned this event in class and posted a notice in the group chat. The instructor had urged the student union to rally participation, but hadn’t given a start date, only confirming that points would be added to their grades. Hearing Xi Chuanbai describe the exact same event, Gu Jiaoyang was surprised. What was his strategy here?

“Are you talking about the ‘Brilliant Future’ themed auction?” Gu Jiaoyang asked, crossing his arms.

“That’s the one! Oh, Classmate Gu, you remember it? It seems our academy’s event is so proactive, they’ve already notified other departments.” Xi Chuanbai pretended to cover his mouth in surprise with his hand. The gesture was indeed delicate, but the two giant, solid-looking words hovering above his head ruined the innocent sweetheart atmosphere.

Gu Jiaoyang suppressed a laugh and nodded, thinking how funny it would be if he could record the halo with his spiritual power and show it to his Mr. Dai for a laugh. “I didn’t know your villainous master comes with such a ridiculous attribute.”

Gu Jiaoyang mentally poked the Monitoring System’s head. Ever since he discovered the little thing was outwardly intimidating but functionally incomplete, his vigilance had dropped. He now teased it quite freely, finding it satisfyingly entertaining to watch it fume and throw up angry emojis.

“I actually was interested anyway. And it’s truly my honour to be personally invited by Classmate Xi,” Gu Jiaoyang lingered slightly on the word “honour.” The other party didn’t seem to notice, only showing genuine delight. “That’s fantastic! If the auction features a piece by Classmate Gu, it’s sure to raise a handsome sum for charity!”

Gu Jiaoyang listened to the man’s commercial flattery. He had to admit that for a character meant to create dramatic love triangle situations, the opponent was skilled at praising others. Even knowing exactly what kind of person he was, Xi Chuanbai could be so shameless yet appear completely sincere. Gu Jiaoyang knew he couldn’t do that. Such dedication.

“Don’t just sulk, help me guess why he suddenly approached me, acting like he really needs me and is so eager for me to participate?” Gu Jiaoyang exchanged a few more pleasantries with Xi Chuanbai, subtly probing, but Xi Chuanbai was tight-lipped, only suspiciously reconfirming that Gu Jiaoyang would definitely attend.

I don’t know, I can’t guess. But I agree there’s a motive.

“You don’t know? You can’t guess?” Gu Jiaoyang asked the Monitoring System while saying goodbye to Xi Chuanbai.

[??? Why would I lie to you? Did you guess it?] The System was annoyed, feeling its host was unnecessarily provocative.

“I’ve guessed part of it. I’d estimate it’s because of…”

“My man, Mr. Dai.”

Gu Jiaoyang’s gaze darkened as he watched Xi Chuanbai walk away.

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