“Wang Hao…”
Qin Tian was pondering over how to deal with Wang Hao.
Outside the Mingshi Cafe.
Staring at Wang Hao who appeared as if he lost his soul, Fatty Chen opened his mouth wanting to comfort him.
But he couldn’t utter any words out of his lips!
“I’m fine!”
Taking a deep breath, Wang Hao looked at his best friend with gentle eyes.
“Fatty, do you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you. We aren’t best friends for nothing, right?”
“Then, can I borrow 20,000 yuan from your family?”
“20,000 yuan?” The fatty was startled. He then hurriedly said, “You want 20,000 yuan to cure your mother’s illness, right?”
“But just now Deng Yuqing gave you…”
“You are telling me to use this 20,000 yuan that she gave me?”
“Mm-hmm!”
Wang Hao said in a deep voice: “I don’t want her money. If I do, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to lift my head in this life!”
“In order to not disturb her from getting close to that rich guy she gave me this money. Do you want me to take this money?”
“This is an insult to me, do you understand?”
“It seems… right!”
Wang Hao said decisively, “Fatty, just trust me this once.”
“I promise. Within two months, I will definitely return your money back.”
“This…”
Hearing Wang Hao’s words, Fatty fell into contemplation.
After all, his own family wasn’t rich either. 20,000 yuan wasn’t a small sum of money for their family.
However, Wang Hao was his best buddy.
They knew each other since childhood and grew up to become best buddies.
Now that his friend was in trouble, he couldn’t just stand by and watch.
As he thought to himself, he gritted his teeth.
“Okay, Wang Hao, I’ll help you by lending you the money.”
As he said this, the fatty took out his phone and dialed his mother’s number.
“Hey, mom…”
Seeing Fatty making a call at the moment, Wang Hao was a little touched in his heart.
A moment later.
“Wang Hao, my mother told me that this money was for her daughter-in-law, you must pay me back…”
“Don’t worry, give me two months at most.”
Wang Hao’s eyes revealed determination.
***
4:00 pm.
Mingyue Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Qin Tian rested his back on the head of the bed.
Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, staring at the crimson stain on the bedsheet, he squinted his eyes.
This twenty-five years old woman was actually still a virgin…?
This couldn’t be fake, right?
Could it be that even the protagonist’s ex-girlfriend couldn’t resist the initial setting of being forced?
Qin Tian fell into contemplation.
He was aware that some authors would indeed write the female protagonists to be virgins catering to the readers’ taste.
Though it was normal for the female lead to be a virgin, it was quite rare for the ex-girlfriend to be a virgin.
Of course, as Qin Tian wasn’t the one to suffer, he didn’t think much about it.
After his brief curiosity, he began to think regarding the information that he just received from Deng Yuqing.
“Wang Hao is a novelist? Could he be a copycat?”
As a new protagonist had appeared, Qin Tian was a little concerned.
Previously, he had been thinking about what type Wang Hao, a protagonist, would be if he didn’t have a system such as himself.
His father just jumped off a building, while his mother was seriously ill. He even had a fatty as his buddy.
It was a typical face-slapping structure.
As he went through all the information that he had in his mind, he found two of the most likely protagonist structures.
One was a prodigy while the other was a copycat.
When Deng Yuqing told him of Wang Hao’s occupation, Qin Tian subconsciously locked this protagonist’s structure.
This type of protagonist brings Earth’s trending novels, songs, movies, TV shows, etc. from another world.
In a nutshell, he was a carrier of literary works.
At this moment, the world he was currently residing in doesn’t have those literary works that he gained from the memories of his previous life.
So, Wang Hao was literally a copycat. It was as simple as that.
What he couldn’t understand was what would he rely on to copy?
Was it that he had the soul of an earthling with an extraordinary memory? Or does he have access to a system?
As Qin Tian was pondering over it, the sound of running water that came from the bathroom came to a stop.
Deng Yuqing wore a set of black laces which were quite appealing and came out.
This was what she previously purchased in the Shop.
As he saw this scene, Qin Tian had a reaction again.
“Master, do I look good in this?”
The corners of Qin Tian’s mouth were raised outlining an arc: “Hehe, you know me way too well…”
