Chapter 106: Beware of Getting Smothered by PDA!

The sun rose and set, stars drifted and reappeared, and three days had passed since that incident at the university. Life gradually returned to its calm rhythm.

However, the online world was abuzz.

The campus PUBG tournament at Tianhai University had drawn considerable attention due to Lin Ziqin’s sudden appearance. That night’s livestream had shattered a million viewers, igniting widespread interest.

Meanwhile, the farcical spectacle involving Yang Hao and his two companions that day became a popular topic of amusement among many.

Both events trended on social media the very next day.

The video of Yang Hao and his two friends being wildly chased across campus by a crowd went viral, garnering impressive viewership.

From that moment, more and more people became familiar with the trio known as “Hustler Brother,” “Pighead Brother,” and “Chasing Wind Youth,” attracting considerable attention.

In short, the three of them had become thoroughly famous.

Of course, fame extended beyond just those three.

Zhang Tian, who appeared at the awards ceremony that evening, and the young female host who asked questions also won over many fans.

Even Yang Hao and his group of four never imagined the incident would escalate to such heights.

Still, the event had little impact on their daily lives.

Aside from Zhang Tian, who had made a formal public appearance, the videos featuring Yang Hao and the others were somewhat blurry—unless you knew them personally, it was hard to recognize anyone.

Most students at Tianhai University had learned Pighead Brother’s identity, but since Zhu Ziyuan was already somewhat well-known on campus and busy with his research projects, his routine remained unchanged.

Yao Cheng’s situation was similar; he was well-liked at work, and even if colleagues heard about the online buzz, it was met with laughter and light teasing.

As for Yang Hao, there was nothing out of the ordinary—just trips to the market, cooking meals, and a steady pace of life.

The biggest change, by far, was in Zhang Tian.

Thanks to that night’s livestream, many people got to know him. As the head of a startup company with mostly young employees, the video spread rapidly among the staff, raising his profile even higher.

Naturally, the number of anonymous love letters he received every day increased.

If anyone mentioned this to him, he might coyly and playfully declare, “This must be the trouble that comes with being handsome!”

Had Yang Hao and his friends heard him say that, they would have spat on him without hesitation.

Shameless, really.

They hadn’t even settled the score from that day, and he had the nerve to say that?

Yes... after leaving the school that day, Zhang Tian had been avoiding Yang Hao and the others, too afraid to show his face.

Why?

Because he was afraid of getting beaten up!

Although he later tried to make amends, there was no way this matter could just be left alone.

If they were brothers, they had to even the score.

If they didn’t give Zhang Tian a hard time, they wouldn’t call themselves brothers.

That grudge was still fresh in Yang Hao’s mind.

That morning, Yang Hao made a trip to the market and returned just after ten.

As usual, he took out the fresh ingredients and began preparing lunch with care.

Before long, the aroma of the cooking gradually spread through the surrounding area.

Scenting the familiar fragrance, Ling Xue’er, Lu Ziqi, and Shen Muxi—training in the gym—couldn’t help but glance toward the calm-faced Lin Ziqin.

To be honest, they all envied her a little.

To have a man willing to cook for you every day, to be loved like that—that was true happiness.

Especially Ling Xue’er, whose eyes sparkled faintly; she longed for such a boyfriend herself.

But, of course, she knew Hustler Brother belonged to Lin Ziqin.

There was no choice—they had long since grown accustomed to “eating dog food” delivered by Yang Hao every day.

And this “dog food” was the genuine article.

The meals Yang Hao prepared for Lin Ziqin carried his love for her.

What they got to experience was the relationship between Yang Hao and Lin Ziqin—their “dog food” broadcast to all.

The two of them seemed rather amusing from the onlookers’ perspective.

They admired Yang Hao for his willingness to give everything for Lin Ziqin.

As for Lin Ziqin, they found her baffling—everyone could tell she loved him deeply, yet she always maintained an air of calm detachment.

Perhaps only Yang Hao could persist with such unwavering devotion.

Still, after observing for some time, Ling Xue’er and the others noticed that Lin Ziqin was not completely indifferent to Yang Hao’s gestures—just that her reactions were subtle, almost imperceptible.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have noticed at all.

But to them, this subtlety was already quite obvious.

Some people just have their own strange ways of interacting.

Maybe only Lin Ziqin and Yang Hao truly understood each other.

However, since that night, Ling Xue’er and the others sensed that something was amiss with Lin Ziqin.

They had the vague feeling she had been deliberately avoiding Yang Hao lately, and this puzzled them.

What was going on between those two?

Time quickly passed to noon.

Yang Hao, right on schedule, carried the carefully prepared lunch to Lin Ziqin’s doorstep.

Pressing the doorbell, he felt a flicker of hope.

He wondered if Lin Ziqin would be the one to open the door.

Yet, Yang Hao himself thought it unlikely, since Lin Ziqin had been distant these past few days.

Why?

He wanted to know but only felt a growing sense of frustration.

Could it be because of that night?

If so, Yang Hao was helpless.

After all, she had been the one to take the initiative, hadn’t she?

She had just kissed him once—was there really any need to be so shy?

He, the kissed party, hadn’t said anything. What was there to be embarrassed about when she was the one who made the first move?

Yang Hao truly couldn’t understand.

At worst, if she felt she’d been at a disadvantage, he could always kiss her back.

He didn’t mind.

This thought quietly crossed his mind.

Just then, the door opened.

Standing before Yang Hao was Ling Xue’er.

He couldn’t help glancing past her, but there was no sign of Lin Ziqin.

Even though he had expected it, a pang of disappointment still crept in.

“Don’t keep looking. Ziqin’s upstairs!” Ling Xue’er rolled her eyes at him.

Then, unable to resist, she asked, “What really happened that night? Why has Ziqin been ignoring you since you got back?”

A faint spark of gossip glimmered in Ling Xue’er’s eyes.

It wasn’t just her—Lu Ziqi and Shen Muxi were equally curious.

But would Yang Hao reveal what had happened to them?

He was certain that if he told them, Lin Ziqin would never forgive him.

Could he just blurt it out?

Absolutely not!

He mustn’t say a word!

So Yang Hao chose silence.

Such intimate secrets between lovers—would you confide them to others?

Better be careful, or you might end up drenched in “dog food” once again!