Chapter 42: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [8]

Chapter 42: Will a Gloomy Cannon Fodder Get Locked in the Dark Room Too? "8"

Mu Jin had no idea what Ji Fengyan was thinking. At that moment, he was just staring at the text he'd sent and asking 648:

"Xiao Liu, this should do it, right?"

"I put them in sneakier spots, so he definitely won't find them easily. That should last until he gets kidnapped."

648 seemed to be mulling it over, and only after a beat did it reply:

"Host, this still isn't enough."

"Okay, the photo is already harassment-level, but the text itself still isn't quite there."

[The original "Mu Jin" always called Ji Fengyan "gege" (big brother) or "baby" in his texts. Just calling him "President Ji" is way too stiff.]

Mu Jin: "...What?"

Mu Jin: "But that'd feel kinda awkward for me."

648 reassured him: "It's fine, it's not like you're calling him 'gege' or 'baby' to his face. You're just switching up how you address him in texts."

"Second, since this is supposed to be a harassment text, you can't just say he's got a nice body. You gotta mention his pecs, his abs, his legs... ahem."

648 couldn't even finish that thought:

"If worst comes to worst, just grab those novels I sent you earlier—the things the main gong says to the main shou in bed—copy a few lines, swap out the names, and send them over."

Mu Jin thought about what was in those novels, and his cheeks went a little red.

"If I actually sent him stuff like that, it'd definitely count as harassment. But wouldn't it just get flagged as spam?"

648: "With me around, just send it, no worries!"

"Besides, next we gotta start tailing him and snapping candid pics while we do."

Mu Jin hesitated: "But I'm not great at tailing people. I'm afraid he'll catch me, and then I'll get shipped off abroad early."

648 thought for a sec: "True. Then let's figure out how to plant some cameras in his office too."

"And also, host, cameras alone definitely won't cut it. He'll find them sooner or later. You'll also need to sneak into his place at night and snap some pics of him."

648 looked at Mu Jin's big, innocent eyes, and the moment it realized it was teaching Mu Jin how to be a little creep—while Mu Jin was listening all serious and earnest—

It really couldn't go on.

Mu Jin nodded: "Okay, got it. I'll head to his company first, find him, and figure out how to plant cameras in his office."

"Xiao Liu, don't worry. I'll work hard on learning how to tail people too."

Mu Jin counted off seriously: "Sneaking into his place at night to take pics is no problem either."

"I read in those novels that you can slip sleeping pills into water, so I won't have to worry about Ji Fengyan waking up halfway through."

648 couldn't help but whimper.

God damn it!! Why did it have to get stuck with such a perverted task and such an adorable host?!

This was basically forcing it to corrupt an innocent, harmless little dragon!

Damn the main god! Damn the system missions! Give it back that naive host from the last world!

Mu Jin had no clue about 648's internal meltdown. Honestly, he didn't really care much about any of it—he just treated it all as another mission.

Even if he thought these things were messed up, wasn't he playing the part of a perverted, vicious cannon fodder?

Mu Jin knew full well he'd go to many more worlds in the future, and his role would always be the vicious cannon fodder.

Maybe in future mission worlds, his identity would make him do things even more extreme and insane than this.

Even if it took getting used to, he'd slowly get used to it.

After all, he'd never been a good person to begin with.

Mu Jin lowered his eyes, pulling his thoughts back.

648 watched Mu Jin's mood sink a little. It had wanted to say something comforting, but in the end, all it said was:

"Host, no matter what you do, I'll always be right here with you."

Mu Jin's eyes crinkled into a smile: "Thank you, Xiao Liu."

"Alright, let's head out and grab something to eat."

"Once I'm full, I'll come back and whip up something to bring to Ji Fengyan. He just got back, so he's gotta have a ton on his plate every day. That'll make it easier for me to plant the cameras too."

Mu Jin thought back to the novels he'd read and decided to use the same tricks on Ji Fengyan.

After all, they were both protagonists—the same moves should work.

648: "!!!"

648 was sulky: "Host, just buy him something random and call it a day. Why do you gotta cook for him yourself?"

It already hated not being able to eat this world's food, and now it had to watch its precious host cook for the male lead with his own hands.

648 was fuming.

Mu Jin: "But that's what the novels say to do."

648: "...Fine."

648 was still sulking, but when it saw the burnt patties and what could only be called boiled fish soup, it went quiet.

At first, 648 figured Mu Jin was doing it on purpose. But then Mu Jin ate two of the patties before packing everything up, looking pretty satisfied:

"Mmm, they're done."

648: "???"

So to its host, as long as food was cooked through, it was all good?

Mu Jin had texted Ji Fengyan ahead of time, and Ji Fengyan had indeed been swamped these past couple of days.

He just had his secretary bring Mu Jin up and settle him in his private lounge to wait.

"Mr. Mu, these are some snacks and fruit for you. If you need anything, just let me know."

The secretary set the stuff down with a gentle smile. "President Ji will be back in about half an hour. Please wait here."

Mu Jin looked at the pile of snacks in front of him and immediately locked onto the packs of spicy snack sticks: "Okay, thank you."

After the secretary left, Mu Jin set the things aside and tore open a pack of spicy snack sticks to dig in.

Mu Jin's eyes lit up: "Xiao Liu, this is delicious!"

Although he had been in this world for quite a while and had eaten a lot of things, most of it had been various meals and desserts from eating out at restaurants. He hadn't really tried many of these little snacks, and now these spicy snack sticks had hooked him right away.

Mu Jin made a mental note to buy more when he got back.

648 reminded him: "Host, stop eating for now—this is a perfect opportunity to install the hidden camera!"

Mu Jin nodded obediently while chewing on the snack stick: "Mhm."

With 648's help, Mu Jin skillfully installed the hidden camera again, then settled back on the sofa, snacking and binge-watching a show.

What he didn't know was that everything he did was once again being seen by Ji Fengyan.

Ji Fengyan watched Mu Jin skillfully install the camera and fell silent.

Having seen it once before, he could pretty much figure out Mu Jin's intention this time.

Did he like him that much?

Like him so much that he had to keep tabs on him at all times...

Ji Fengyan's gaze drifted slightly, but the corners of his lips curved into a smile he couldn't stop.

What could be better in this world than knowing the person you like is also crazy about you?

But since he had been given such a big gift, he of course had to prepare something in return.

Ji Fengyan lowered his eyes, looking at Mu Jin on the monitor as he obediently ate his snacks, an unreadable look flickering in his gaze.

He had never had the habit of prying into others' privacy, nor was he into spying on people.

But Mu Jin was different.

He wanted to watch Mu Jin constantly—even if Mu Jin never reached out first, he still wanted to keep watching him, not wanting to relive the past few days...

If it weren't for Mu Jin voluntarily installing cameras in his own home and sending him those texts and photos, Ji Fengyan would never have known that he could harbor such dark, twisted thoughts.

But some things were like seeds—once planted in his heart, they grew wild, eventually taking over completely...

Mu Jin waited half an hour but Ji Fengyan still hadn't shown up. Instead, he'd gotten full and grown drowsy, eventually falling asleep right on the sofa.

When Ji Fengyan came back, he found Mu Jin asleep on the sofa, and his heart instantly melted.

He tiptoed over to Mu Jin, making a mental note to keep a blanket here.

Ji Fengyan sat down beside Mu Jin and reached out to smooth down the little tuft of hair sticking up on top of his head.

"Mm..."

Mu Jin tilted his head to the side without thinking.

Ji Fengyan couldn't help it and pinched the soft flesh on Mu Jin's cheek.

"Mm..."

Mu Jin frowned and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Ji Fengyan, still groggy, and mumbled:

"Brother... you're back."

Wait, something's off.

Realizing he'd called him the wrong thing, Mu Jin woke up completely.

Ji Fengyan's heart skipped a beat at that sleepy "brother," and his pupils suddenly narrowed.

He was so stunned he forgot to pull his hand away from Mu Jin's cheek.

Mu Jin was now fully awake. He quickly scooted away, putting distance between himself and Ji Fengyan, and said with displeasure:

"Why'd you pinch my cheek?"

Ji Fengyan smirked: "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Not wanting to make a big deal of it, Mu Jin pointed at the insulated lunchbox on the table:

"...Oh, I made you fish soup."

Ji Fengyan's eyes were full of anticipation, but when he opened the lunchbox and found himself staring right at the fish, he fell silent.

Why... did he get the feeling that this fish had died with its eyes wide open, looking wronged?

Mu Jin: "It's still warm. Drink it while it's warm."

Ji Fengyan looked at the other container: "What's this?"

He said as he opened it, and upon seeing the few charred black circular objects inside, he went quiet again.

Mu Jin: "I tried one of these meat patties—they're cooked through. You can eat them, no problem."

Ji Fengyan: ...

That was more than cooked.

Ji Fengyan was about to politely decline when he met Mu Jin's bright eyes, looking at him expectantly.

"This is the first time I've ever made food for someone."

Ji Fengyan went quiet.

Ji Fengyan took a sip of the fish soup: "Pretty good."

Ji Fengyan took a bite of the meat patty: "Yeah, it's definitely done."

Ji Fengyan looked at Mu Jin with a gentle smile: "But don't go to so much trouble next time. We can eat at home or go out—I don't want you to exhaust yourself."