The Prime Minister Becomes a Global Sensation After Transmigrating into a Pariah - Chapter 16

Lou Yishu took off his jacket to use as a makeshift pouch for the fruit he had gathered. Underneath, he wore a standard base layer, but it was exceptionally form-fitting. His neck appeared fair and slender, his body encased in the soft, light black fabric. His shoulders were perfectly proportioned, but his waist was strikingly thin, with shallow indentations at the small of his back.

His tactical trousers were cinched tightly around that narrow waist, and the fabric of his shirt faintly traced the contours of his muscles without revealing too much. He managed to make a simple undershirt look provocatively alluring, as if he were trying and failing to hide his physique.

That wasn’t even mentioning his face.

The Bullet Chat (Live Comments):

• “Stop arguing for a second, I just want to admire him.”
• “I’m obsessed.”
• “I want to do unspeakable things to Lou Yishu.”
• “Standard human nature right here.”
• “Wait, can Yu Yuan stop staring like that?”
• “Damn, his eyes look like he wants to strip the clothes right off Lou Yishu.”
• “I’m shipping it.”
• “Are you guys crazy? Why does Lou Yishu love interfering in other people’s relationships so much?”
• “Calling him a homewrecker wasn’t wrong at all. First, he tried to steal Ye Qi, and now he’s stealing Su’er’s man.”
• “Little Third Bro (Homewrecker), truly a joke.”
• “All of you shipping this are also homewreckers~”
• “This is disgusting. Stay away from my OTP (One True Pairing), okay?!”

The comment section was moderated quickly, and those who dared to “ship” Lou Yishu and Yu Yuan were scared into silence.

Yu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at Lou Yishu, who was busy up in the tree. Yu Yuan never bothered to hide his desires; he simply knew he needed to finish weaving his net first so as not to startle his poor prey too soon.

With his bold features and vibrant energy, Yu Yuan looked youthful and athletic. Thanks to his good looks and height, he had received a never-ending stream of love letters since childhood. However, he had a quirk: he was only interested in people who didn’t like him. He would pursue them relentlessly until they accepted him, only to dump them immediately after.

He enjoyed the thrill of conquest far more than the actual relationship.

Initially, he had hoped for a challenge on this show, but Su’er turned out to be a better actor than him. Despite his Baidu Encyclopedia bio stating he was 24, Su’er kept calling the 20-year-old Yu Yuan “Big Brother.”

Lou Yishu moved quickly, filling his jacket in no time. As he prepared to climb down, he looked toward the base of the tree and saw Yu Yuan standing there, reaching out toward him.

Lou Yishu blinked in confusion. He simply tossed the bundle of fruit down to the waiting Yu Yuan.

Yu Yuan, now clutching the jacket: “?”

Before he could react, Lou Yishu grabbed a branch and swung down, landing safely on the ground.

“Thanks!” Lou Yishu said, taking his fruit back from Yu Yuan’s arms. He felt quite pleased, thinking Yu Yuan was a decent guy for helping catch the fruit so they wouldn’t bruise. He had no idea that the person Yu Yuan had intended to catch was him.

“You’re welcome” Yu Yuan’s mind was a bit muddled. He couldn’t wrap his head around why the “script” was taking such a bizarre turn.

“Yishu.”

Su’er walked over with a beaming smile and tucked his arm into Lou Yishu’s. “I just bought a game card at the shop. Want to play a round?”

“Um… I suppose, but—”

Before he could finish, Su’er interrupted him: “I’m challenging you, so you can’t say no~”

“Alright.” Lou Yishu actually didn’t have any gold coins on him; he had given them all to Qiao Yuxi for safekeeping before they set out. He intended to tell Su’er, but since Su’er was so determined to play, he figured he could just go along with it.

Lou Yishu assumed they were just playing for fun maybe a 10-gold wager. Instead, Su’er immediately called out a high stake.

“50 gold coins.”

Just as Qiao Yuxi had suspected, Su’er’s first instinct upon getting the game card was to try his luck.

The Bullet Chat was ready for a laugh:

• “He’s going to go bankrupt.”
• “Su’er is amazing at this game. He once KO’d Yu Yuan 5 to 0.”
• “The clip of that is already in the fan forum. Check it out if you’re interested, babes!”
• “Waiting for Lou Yishu to get his face slapped, hahahaha.”
• “This is going to be a literal face-slapping.”

They placed the bell in the center of a felled tree trunk, with the two players on opposite sides. The game began.

Su’er was fast, his hands moved like lightning as he raised and lowered his cover—but he couldn’t keep up with Lou Yishu.

Ding! Slap.

The moment Su’er rang the bell, he felt a small impact on his cheek.

Su’er frowned, feeling a surge of frustration. His voice lost its sweet, high-pitched “aegyo” tone: “Again.”

Another intense round of back-and-forth ensued. Lou Yishu did feel some pressure; Su’er’s reactions were much faster than Qiao Yuxi’s. The two tested each other for nearly thirty seconds until Su’er made a single slip-up.

Ding! Slap.

Lou Yishu had thin calluses on the joints of his index and middle fingers marks left from practicing archery since childhood. Su’er could feel the texture of those calluses, and a wave of revulsion washed over him.

Perhaps rattled by the previous two losses, the third round hadn’t lasted five seconds before the “ding” echoed in his ears again.

Lou Yishu’s slaps were light, but Su’er hated him for it. It wasn’t just the humiliation of losing; it was the 50 gold coins he had wagered.

Best of five; the winner was decided.

The passersby in the chat were loving the drama:

• “Wow… are Su’er’s fans’ faces hurting yet?”
• “I guess it wasn’t a literal face-slapping for Lou Yishu after all. How ironic.”
• “These netizens are so savage, I love it lol.”
• “Where are the Su’er fans now? Why so quiet?”
• “Upstairs, you don’t understand. Our ‘Little Pork’ fans never fight a losing battle~”
• “The sarcasm is peak.”

Just as Lou Yishu picked up his fruit to leave, Su’er grabbed his wrist.

“Yishu-ge, let’s play two more rounds,” he said, forcing a smile. “You’re so good, just consider it practice for me.”

“Okay.”

Just as he had done for Qiao Yuxi, Lou Yishu planned to subtly “throw” the game. However, Su’er wasn’t Qiao Yuxi; he was far more sensitive, so Lou Yishu had to be extremely careful not to make the handicap obvious.

Ding!

At the perfect moment, he tricked everyone including the thousands of viewers and rang the bell.

Whoosh!

Su’er’s hand sliced through the air with a sudden gust of wind, lunging straight for Lou Yishu’s face.

Caught off guard, Lou Yishu tilted his head back to dodge, but he couldn’t get away cleanly. Su’er’s nails raked across his taut neck, leaving two vivid red scratches on his fair, smooth skin.