The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Becomes The Heartthrob of the Dating Show - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Love at First Sight

“Crack, Rumble.”

Just past nine o’clock on a Sunday night, a ferocious streak of blue-white lightning flashed across the sky, and soon, raindrops pattered down.

At a red light ahead, the driver brought the car to a stop. Fine splashes of rain danced playfully along with the windshield wipers, which were working industriously.

“Miss Sun is a good girl, gentle and well-behaved and her pheromone compatibility with you is high. Your future children will surely be excellent.”

In the back seat, Huo Yan leaned back against the seat slightly languidly, his long legs with nowhere to go crossed over each other. His well-defined, slender fingers held a phone. He listened patiently as his Second Aunt’s somewhat sharp voice finished its nagging before speaking warmly: “Thank you for your concern, Second Aunt. I have a handle on this matter.”

The man’s voice was low, magnetic, and gentle very pleasant to the ear.

Second Aunt was relentless: “It’s not that I want to say this, but you always say you have a handle on it, yet you’re twenty-eight and still a bachelor. Your parents passed away early, and I’ve always treated you like my own child. Just listen to me; this Miss Sun and you are truly a perfect match.”

Listening to the voice on the phone, which could be described as annoying, Huo Yan pinched the bridge of his nose and let his gaze inadvertently sweep toward the car window.

The first thing the man saw were the neon-lit words “Yaxin Fine Arts Studio” across the street, and then a boy at the bottom of the steps.

“Patter, patter.” The rain grew heavier and heavier.

Under the dim yellow streetlights, the boy held a blue umbrella. His handsome face featured curved eyebrows and eyes, and beneath one eye hung a bright red tear mole that looked as if it had been painted with rouge. A pair of straight legs wrapped in faded jeans stepped through puddles on the ground like a carefree, naughty child; he didn’t seem to care at all that his pants were soaked. A black-and-white plush puppy ornament hung from his semi-new backpack, and two pink bells on its neck jiggled along with its owner’s movements.

“Ding-ling-ling!” Suddenly, the crisp, melodious sound of the bells pierced through all the surrounding noise, striking Huo Yan’s eardrums with clarity.

Huo Yan’s brain stopped functioning for a moment. It seemed as if the only thing in the world that remained vivid, bright, and fragrant was that slender figure; everything else turned into a pale background.

The light ahead turned green and the car restarted. Huo Yan’s deep gaze involuntarily followed the boy’s figure backward until he could no longer see him.

“BOSS?” In the passenger seat, Secretary Shen’s voice rose slightly.

Huo Yan finally came to his senses and raised a hand to rub his slightly aching ear. “What is it?”

Secretary Shen pointed to the phone in his hand.

Only then did Huo Yan discover that the call had been hung up by the other side at some unknown point.

“Ding-dong!” A text message came in.

Mr. Huo, I am Sun Rumei. This is my WeChat ID: 131xxxxxxxx. I look forward to your reply. (Shy face)

Regarding this blind date partner he had just parted with, Huo Yan thought carefully and realized he actually couldn’t remember what she looked like.

The man moved his slender fingers and slowly typed.

Secretary Shen hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously: “Did Boss hear something again just now?”

“Yes,” Huo Yan’s voice was gentle and betrayed nothing unusual. “The sound of a very beautiful bell.”

The message was finished. He clicked send.

Sorry, I don’t have WeChat.

On this side.

“Splash, splash.” Xu Jingchu stepped lightly with his left and right feet. The water in the puddle immediately splashed up, inevitably soaking him, but he still played with great delight.

A white Mercedes stopped not far from him. The window rolled down, revealing Zhang Yihui’s face, which was marked with a few acne scars. “Xu Jingchu? The studio is closed; why aren’t you back at school yet?”

Xu Jingchu was too engrossed in his play. Hearing his name so abruptly, he looked up blankly: “Are you talking to me?”

The boy’s voice was clear and carried a bit of soft sweetness that was pleasant to the ear, giving people an indescribable sense of comfort.

Zhang Yihui’s expression dazed for a moment. His gaze unconsciously moved to the area beneath the boy’s eye; under the lights, that tear mole was as red as a drop of blood.

This was the most charming and beautiful Omega he had ever seen, without exception.

Receiving no answer, Xu Jingchu lowered his head and went back to playing in the water.

Zhang Yihui snapped back to reality. First, he furrowed his brows in disgust, then said: “Don’t tell me you’re planning to walk back?”

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“Xu Jingchu, are you crazy? It’s raining this hard and you still want to walk back?” Zhang Yihui said irritably, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Thank you, no need.” Xu Jingchu refused without a second thought. Having finally gained the ability to walk on two legs, he didn’t want to sit in a car.

“You…” Zhang Yihui clenched his fists. “Do you look down on me?”

“Why would I look down on you?” Xu Jingchu stepped out of the puddle and stomped his feet lightly with a frown. He seemed to have played too long today; he was a bit cold.

Zhang Yihui didn’t speak, staring at him intently. But since Xu Jingchu’s head was lowered, he could only see the other’s fair, delicate chin.

Zhang Yihui’s face turned grim. Clearly, the guy was too poor to be willing to spend money on a car, yet he insisted on putting on this indifferent and aloof act. It made Zhang Yihui feel as if his hidden thoughts had been seen through, then disdainfully trampled into the ground.

The inferiority complex of being a Beta, along with various negative emotions, struck Zhang Yihui instantly. He flew into a rage and spoke recklessly out of shame: “Saving face while suffering for it—keep faking it, let’s see how long you can keep it up!”

The white Mercedes roared away, splashing up water that drew curses from passersby.

Chuchu, you seem to have made him run off in anger.

An electronic voice sounded in Xu Jingchu’s mind.

Xu Jingchu glanced at the locked studio, held his umbrella, and turned to walk toward the school. The bells on the puppy ornament on his backpack made a crisp sound as they swayed.

“Whatever, he’s always been this mysterious and weird.” Xu Jingchu’s muttering was drowned out by the rain.

“Splosh splosh!” The rain was too heavy; every step splashed water.

Xu Jingchu asked casually: “Little Fish, have you remembered what mission I’m supposed to do yet?”

Little Fish’s voice was troubled: No, the database is still a mess.

Little Fish was Xu Jingchu’s system.