Chapter 74 Part 1

How could he accidentally send it again!

All the sleepiness Bo Ting had finally accumulated vanished in an instant.

He abruptly sat up, staring at his phone with frustration, as if it had betrayed him.

However, the image that had just appeared on the chat page was completely gone.

Bo Ting desperately wished he could go back one second, just to see Mr. Xu’s test results.

Now what!

With a blank expression, he stared fixedly at his phone and subconsciously raised his hand.

“It’s no big deal if it was accidental.”

“Anyway, it’s not anything serious, just a little test.”

So, could you send it again?

Bo Ting hinted subtly.

Xu Qinglai glanced at the message sent at midnight and curved his lips slightly.

“True.”

“But it’s so late; it must be affecting your sleep.”

“Get some rest first.”

Bo Ting: …

For the first time, he realized that Mr. Xu being too polite and gentlemanly wasn’t always a good thing.

He had already sent it—what was there to fear about disturbing his rest?

Just satisfy his curiosity already!

But the other side seemed genuinely worried about bothering him. After saying “good night,” he went offline.

Leaving Bo Ting alone, staring at the empty screen.

Bo Ting: …

Damn it.

Mr. Xu definitely had a wicked sense of humor, didn’t he?

He flopped back onto the bed and punched the air left and right.

His mind felt like it had been invaded by tiny bugs—curiosity was killing him.

He lay there with his eyes wide open for half the night before finally falling asleep in a huff.

Meanwhile.

Xu Qinglai looked at the test results in his hand and shook his head.

It was just a sexual orientation test constructed by human psychologists.

He didn’t believe it.

After all, when facing the test questions, most people’s instincts would subconsciously lead them to answer what they wanted.

He lowered his eyes slightly.

But Xu Qinglai was a bit curious… about Bo Ting’s choices.

He was curious about everything about this guy.

Even without the anomaly at 【Taiping Luxury Garden】, Xu Qinglai found Bo Ting interesting.

He was the most intriguing person Xu Qinglai had ever met.

A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

Imagining Bo Ting waking up the next morning full of resentment, Xu Qinglai closed his phone.

…

Influenced by Bo Ting, the neighborhood had shaken like an earthquake the night before. Fortunately, it finally calmed down in the latter half of the night.

Aunt Qian: “What’s gotten into Little Bo lately?”

“Why is he so energetic late at night?”

Uncle Qian turned over: “Sigh, young people—who knows.”

“Now that the shaking has stopped, let’s sleep.”

As they spoke, they finally closed their eyes, cherishing the sudden quiet of the neighborhood.

Bo Ting hadn’t slept for a day and a night, so this nap lasted until the afternoon.

If not for remembering Mr. Xu’s “test results,” he might have slept until the next morning.

When he opened his eyes, Bo Ting was still a bit dazed.

He subconsciously picked up his phone and saw the pinned chat lighting up.

An hour ago, a screenshot had been sent—the test results from Mr. Xu.

And this time, no withdrawal!

Bo Ting’s breathing lightened instinctively. He rubbed his hands, tapped it open, closed his eyes briefly, then opened them.

Great—the result was “C.”

Huh?

Half the probability of not being straight?

Bo Ting stared at the result, which was slightly different from his own, and blanked out for a moment.

He had thought Mr. Xu was the same as him. What did half not-straight mean?

Was there an error in the test?

After a while, Bo Ting cautiously asked, “Mr. Xu, is there something wrong with this result?”

Xu Qinglai: “Is there?”

“I think I answered seriously, considering each question.”

The somewhat puzzled response came through.

Bo Ting stiffened.

Answered seriously after thinking about the questions? Bo Ting recalled the test items and blinked.

Wait—could Mr. Xu actually be a little into the same sex?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Bo Ting’s first reaction was:

Cough, though his own result was “A”—a pure straight guy—he absolutely couldn’t show any doubt about Mr. Xu’s result at a time like this.

Mr. Xu wasn’t even human anymore; if he wasn’t straight on top of that…

That would be too tragic.

Bo Ting took a deep breath: “Haha, actually, it’s not a big issue.”

“Everyone’s results are pretty similar.”

Xu Qinglai: “Really?”

“What about yours?”

It seemed like casual chit-chat between friends, but the curious question made Bo Ting’s brows furrow slightly.

“Mine’s C too.”

Liar.

Xu Qinglai chuckled softly.

The moment Bo Ting answered so confidently, he knew Bo Ting was lying.

How could it be C?

But seeing Bo Ting hem and haw without sending a screenshot, Xu Qinglai pondered.

A, then?

With his thought process, it did seem plausible.

Xu Qinglai tapped his knuckles lightly, his expression inscrutable.

A minute later, Bo Ting sent another message.

“Actually, the test questions aren’t very accurate.”

“I checked; it’s not officially certified.”

Xu Qinglai: “Mm.”

Bo Ting: “Mr. Xu, just treat it as a game.”

Bo Ting racked his brains to console him:

“It’s normal for friends to have some intimate thoughts.”

“But that’s just the most ordinary thing between bros.”

Damn it.

Consoling a cultured person like Mr. Xu was going to explode his brain.

Xu Qinglai looked at his phone.

“So, wanting to touch you is normal?”

Touch?

What kind of touch?

For some reason, Bo Ting recalled Mr. Xu’s cold tentacles hidden in the shadows.

He shivered inexplicably and gritted his teeth:

“Normal!”

“Don’t bros often sling arms around each other’s shoulders?”

“Got it.”

Xu Qinglai raised an eyebrow and noted the phrase.

Bo Ting had said it himself.

So, accidental contact would be “normal” too.

…

Putting down his phone, Bo Ting exhaled softly, finally able to relax.

But Mr. Xu was different from him?

That evening, while pouring dog food for Gouzi, Bo Ting was still distracted. He absentmindedly dumped an entire bag into the bowl.

Doudou’s eyes widened suddenly, surprised by the human’s generosity today. Without thinking, it opened its bloody maw and “gulp”—devoured it all.

Wait!

Bo Ting, who just realized he’d poured too much: …

Couldn’t this guy ration itself? Eat only what was poured!

Good thing it wasn’t a normal dog—what if it got sick?

As he thought that, Bo Ting poured a bowl of cat food for the calico.

Tang Yuan eyed the normal portion in front of her, compared to the “surprise” amount the dead dog had scarfed, and felt a bit dissatisfied. But after Bo Ting relaxedly pinched her ear, she forgave the human with a “meow,” and lowered her head to eat.

Bo Ting gazed blankly at the cat.

After a while, he flopped back onto the sofa.

What to do.

If Mr. Xu wasn’t straight, how should he get along with him?

Act like before?

Wouldn’t that cause misunderstandings?

Bo Ting hugged a pillow and sighed. When he subconsciously picked up his phone, he noticed a new message in the group chat.

Miss Du: “Little Bo, someone just emailed the flower shop.”

“They ordered the first bouquet today.”

Hm?

Like that.

“Which mall?”

Bo Ting thought for a moment: “I’ll deliver it.”

He had nothing better to do anyway; delivering would be fine and help clear his mind.

Miss Du sent the address.

Bo Ting changed clothes, shook his head to forcibly banish Mr. Xu from his thoughts, and prepared to head downstairs.

But just as he opened the door and reached the elevator, about to press the button, Bo Ting suddenly thought of something and stopped.

He was going to deliver flowers, but fewer steps were still better.

He turned and went to Aunt Qian’s door next door, knocking “thud thud thud.”

Aunt Qian, who had just finished cooking and was about to eat, wondered briefly and went to open the door. She saw Little Bo, looking handsome in his windbreaker, standing outside.

“What’s up, Little Bo?”

Bo Ting acted naturally:

“Nothing, Auntie. I’m heading to the flower shop to pick up some flowers. Mind if I borrow your kitchen?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Ting friendly walked in and headed straight to Aunt Qian’s kitchen.

Uncle Qian, who was eating, stared dumbfounded as Bo Ting strode in uninvited, thinking he’d seen wrong.

The next second, he saw the other pull open the sliding door and leave proficiently.

It took a long while before Uncle Qian dazedly turned his head: “He’s going to the flower shop—why through our kitchen?”

Aunt Qian: “How should I know.”

They exchanged glances, twitched at the corners of their mouths, then pretended not to see and continued eating.

Bo Ting stepped into the kitchen, and the next second, he appeared in Miss Du’s flower shop. He couldn’t help but marvel at the convenience of the spacetime rift.

With this, world travel was no dream.

He exchanged a glance with Miss Du, who was calculating accounts at the table.

Bo Ting nodded politely.

“Where are the flowers?”

Today was Xiu Xiu’s shift; Miss Du pointed to the left flower rack.

Bo Ting walked over and saw three potted plants neatly packaged.

“Only… three pots?” He hesitated.

Miss Du nodded, also puzzled.

“Indeed, three pots.”

“But the price was very good.”

Ten thousand per pot—far exceeding her expectations, so she accepted the order.

Bo Ting pondered; he hadn’t expected Mengjia City’s big malls to be so generous. They must be going for a luxury route.

After confirming, he picked up the three pots and confidently walked to the sunroom of the flower shop.

After discovering the spacetime rifts in the neighborhood, Bo Ting felt like he’d mastered it intuitively.

No need to check; he could now sense where the vortices were.

Sure enough, he found the right one!

Miss Du watched Bo Ting oddly as he opened another rift and vanished in a blink. She glanced at the old passage under the Little Blue Flower rack, hesitating to speak.

So, their flower shop now had… two passages?

…

Straight to the mall in Baishan District.