My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 195: Chapter 55 Not Everyone Is Teacher Chen

Chen Ze lay in bed, helplessly closing his eyes. The situation had developed somewhat unexpectedly. At first, Chen Ze thought his headache might have been simply because of a chill.

But as he chatted with Betty, she suddenly pointed at him and said, "Boss... you might want to wipe that off..."

Only then did Chen Ze realize that his nose was running.

And what does a headache combined with a runny nose equal? Every normal person doesn’t know this, and the abnormal ones think it’s a signal to start partying.

Chen Ze, not wanting Betty or other customers to catch the flu, resolutely decided to close the restaurant early today.

Normally, after taking cold medicine and drinking plenty of hot water, one would feel extremely sleepy and then fall asleep.

But for some reason, Chen Ze was becoming more alert the more he lay there; although his head still hurt, he couldn’t fall asleep.

No one likes to be in pain, at least Chen Ze had only ever met one person who did.

It was a high school classmate of his, a tall and strong guy who actually enjoyed the pain of a stomachache.

Chen Ze always looked at him with admiration, for he was the only one who could turn stomach pains into a form of enjoyment.

Though from the current perspective, that strong classmate was a bit abnormal, able to star in a movie titled "Fifty Shades of 108 Degrees" without a problem.

"What are you thinking about?" A cool towel was placed on Chen Ze’s forehead, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Lafra, thank you for coming to take care of me," Chen Ze said, turning his head to look at his girlfriend sitting beside him.

"You should rest well when you’re sick," Lafra said with concern, rushing over as soon as she received a message from Betty.

She really cared about her boyfriend’s health. Although she initially thought about using magic to absorb the illness, Chen Ze stopped her.

What a joke, who knows if the flu virus in Chen Ze’s body, once exposed to the power of magic in another world, could mutate into something else.

Chen Ze would rather suffer alone.

"I’m so touched, I could cry~" Chen Ze laughed happily. Lafra, being a Blood Ancestor, could not be infected, a fact that had been confirmed.

And because of that, Chen Ze felt reassured letting Lafra stay by his side.

"Talking too much nonsense can actually make you stupid," Lafra said, wrinkling her cute little nose.

Chen Ze tried to continue speaking, but a wave of dizziness hit him, making him abandon any attempt at conversation.

"That one has been busy filming lately, and I heard that he might be planning something else," Lafra said, holding Chen Ze’s weak hand.

"Hastur isn’t thinking of starting a soccer league, is he?" Chen Ze replied with effort.

"Soccer league? What is that?" Lafra had never heard of it before.

Chen Ze smiled. To beings like Hastur, toying with humans was a way of life, as was having a hobby.

And judging by recent events, Hastur seems to think that a profitable hobby is the proper way to live.

A while ago, after estimating his income, Hastur boldly borrowed a hundred thousand RMB from Chen Ze.

The next day, Chen Ze saw a post on a forum announcing that a new game suddenly had a V13 player, and the name was also Hastur.

One could only say, Hastur had thoroughly become a game otaku.

And lately, Hastur’s choice of games has become more and more gentlemanly, more and more captivating.

Previously, Hastur, with the help of an enthusiastic ’netizen’ Betty, played Doki Doki Literature Club, after which He opened the door to a new world.

What with the Twelve Divine Artifacts, the Twelve Magical Devices, or the three treasures of the tavern, He had played them all one after another. freewёbnoνel.com

Chen Ze felt that if this were a game world, Hastur would definitely have the profession of a gentleman added to his list.

Of course, this is because Chen Ze didn’t know that Hastur had recently played some other games, if he had, Hastur would probably have been promoted to a great gentleman.

But Hastur apparently didn’t care about one problem, which is that games downloaded from the internet often have a chance of winning a prize, and this time, Hastur hit the jackpot.

Yang Yingqing is a freelancer, or rather, he prefers to call himself a network hacker.

A name that sounds grand, which also perfectly satisfies his need to gossip while eating instant noodles and picking his feet.

"Let’s see, who’s the victim today?" Yang Yingqing turned on his computer and then received the program returned by the Trojan.

"Eh? Isn’t that the famous streamer!" Yang Yingqing exclaimed in surprise at the IP address. This address definitely belonged to that very popular streamer on the little broken-down site.

Boasting beauty that had pierced the Dimensional Wall and a distinctive voice, she made many netizens throw out their wallets.

And then they deeply regretted at night that they could only eat instant noodles for the rest of the month, only to discover the next day that, perhaps, a single serving of instant noodles could be divided into three?

Yang Yingqing was also a fan of this prominent streamer, so he couldn’t help but rub his eyes and check the IP address repeatedly.

It was indeed correct, this was the goddess’s IP address.

Yang Yingqing couldn’t help but swallow, this was a windfall. With this Trojan, he could control someone else’s computer and turn on the camera in the background.

Yang Yingqing rubbed his hands nervously on the sofa. He was a bit hesitant, as streamers usually use beauty filters and overlays.

There had been an incident with Grandma Qiao Biluo before, which made Yang Yingqing worry about a potential crash. What if the goddess was another Grandma Qiao Biluo behind the scenes?

But seizing the opportunity when the Trojan had not yet been detected, if he didn’t look now, he always felt like he would miss out.

Yang Yingqing checked the little broken-down site; the goddess hadn’t started her live broadcast yet.

Finally, Yang Yingqing couldn’t control himself and clicked open his Trojan’s remote operation program. freewёbnoνel.com

The computer screen flickered for a moment, and then the next instant, the image from the webcam appeared on Yang Yingqing’s computer.

The goddess wasn’t there yet, but by the room’s decoration, Yang Yingqing could confirm this was indeed that goddess’s room.

After a while, the sound of the door opening was heard, and then a graceful figure appeared, whose perfect curves made Yang Yingqing swallow.

He then reached for the tissues beside him, he had a hunch that something explosive was about to happen.

The figure’s clothes fell away, and Yang Yingqing’s eyes nearly glued to the screen.

But instead of the expected delicate whiteness, what appeared was a writhing, weird, blackened figure.

And the next moment, the figure on the screen instantly vanished.

Yang Yingqing licked his lips. What’s going on? I’ve already taken off my pants and you show me this?

A sticky hand landed on his shoulder, an indescribable scent, and the maddening whispering followed.