Chapter 492: Warhammer 40,000: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Hearing Lei Ou's words, the two elders were somewhat doubtful, because Lin En hadn't been dating anyone recently.

He doesn't even have a girlfriend, so how could there be any talk of heartbreak?

Lei Ou indeed hadn't heard any news of Lin En dating a girlfriend recently.

But he understood feelings, and he understood Lin En, so naturally he could see where Lin En's "root of the illness" lay.

"There are many kinds of heartbreak; it doesn't have to be a real-life romance." Lei Ou said.

The two elders understood only half of it, but they also knew some elements of "unreal romance."

Things like two-dimensional, virtual idols, chasing stars, and so on.

They also knew Lin En was immersed in the game world all day, especially fond of that thing called what, Warhammer 40k series, and games where he dates all sorts of paper dolls.

Could the problem lie in this?

"Online games really do harm people!" Lin's father said as such, and Lin's mother nodded in agreement.

Seeing the two elders had taken it the wrong way, Lei Ou didn't continue to argue.

He only guaranteed to hand Lin En back to him, within a month, surely able to let Lin En recover as before!

The two elders did not trust this mixed-race young master before them who had a head of golden long hair.

But right now there was no better method, and they handed Lin En over to Lei Ou.

Lei Ou also didn't waste talk, immediately taking Lin En, planning to let him forget "heartbreak."

The Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta's engine roar was like a startled beast, blasting open on Binjiang Avenue in Outer Beach District, H City.

Lin En sat in the passenger seat, the seatbelt biting his chest, his whole person like a plush bear casually tossed into the car.

He wore a black sweatshirt washed white, his hair unwashed for three days, bangs greasily stuck to his forehead, his gaze hollowly staring at the river scenery speeding backward outside the window.

Lei Ou held the steering wheel with one hand, the other arm resting on the car door, the wind making his custom-made linen shirt flap, the cuffs embroidered with discreet silver-thread family crest.

He glanced at the passenger seat, the corner of his mouth slightly curving up.

"Can't you act a little more excited?"

"Hmm?"

"There are only three of this car in the world, you're sitting on Pagani's last naturally aspirated V12, the sound wave was tuned by AMG specially, you listen~~~"

Lei Ou stomped the accelerator, the tachometer needle jumped to eight thousand RPM, the exhaust pipe spat out a string of blue flames, the sound wave like a tsunami swallowed the entire Binjiang Avenue.

Pedestrians by the roadside all turned back, some took out their phones, some frowned, a girl in a secretary uniform dress screamed "Fuck."

Lin En blinked.

"Oh, indeed quite loud."

Lei Ou laughed once, and said nothing more.

He understood Lin En, this guy who came out of H City's old alleys, in his bones carrying a kind of near-foolish stubbornness.

When you thought he had everything, he instead looked like he had lost everything in a sorry state.

The car stopped at the doorway of a private club in Outer Beach District.

The female attendant in front recognized Lei Ou's license plate, trotted over to open the door, her waist bent more than the curve of Huang Pujiang.

Lei Ou tossed the keys over, and by the way pulled out a suede travel bag from the back seat, throwing it into Lin En's arms.

"Take a shower first later, then change into it."

"What?"

"Clothes, you can't wear this to talk to people."

Lin En pulled open the bag's zipper, inside was a whole set of matching outfit.

A sharply tailored dark gray suit, a black high-neck cashmere sweater, a pair of Berluti leather shoes, even a Patek Philippe Nautilus.

He looked up at Lei Ou: "When did you measure my size?"

"Hey, I don't have any improper thoughts about you."

"But we have six years of fate as classmates from junior high to high school, which can't be fake."

Lei Ou showed a good-looking smile, put his arm around Lin En, and by the way greeted a goth girl on the street with seven-tenths looks.

The girl also returned a smile, seemingly also wanting something to happen with Lei Ou.

Lin En didn't ask further, carrying the bag into the custom bathroom.

Ten minutes later he came out, the clothes fitting as if tailored, but he was still that dead look.

Slightly hunched back, hands in trouser pockets, gaze drifting here and there, like a high school student forcibly dragged by parents to a blind date.

Lei Ou walked around him once, nodding.

"Good foundation, just expression like your father just died."

"My father didn't die."

"Almost the same as dead."

The club's interior was much bigger than it looked from outside, passing through a long corridor paved with Persian carpets, the view suddenly opened up.

A semi-open-air rooftop terrace, Huang Pujiang bent below, Liujiazui's glass curtain wall like a piece of inverted shattered diamonds.

On the terrace were scattered several sets of sofas, several bottles of opened champagne, a group of well-dressed young men and women sitting or standing, laughter mixed with the river breeze, drifting not far not near.

As soon as Lei Ou appeared, three or four girls all turned back at the same time.

His face is a pass in H City's circle, even though this is his first time at this club.

"Leo, you parked your car downstairs? I heard it from upstairs just now."

A girl in a wine-red spaghetti-strap dress walked over holding a glass, long hair in big waves, her eyebrows and eyes carrying an "I know I'm pretty" confidence.

She glanced at Lin En, her gaze lingering on him for two seconds, then returned to Lei Ou's face.

"New friend?"

"My brother, Lin En." Lei Ou placed a hand on Lin En's shoulder, the pressure just right, both intimate and impossible to refuse.

"Just got out of a relationship, I brought him out to get some air."

The wine-red dress girl tilted her head, the corner of her mouth hooking into a meaningful arc.

"Heartbroken?"

Lin En spoke, his voice very flat.

"Never dated, so never lost."

The girl froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Interesting, I'm Vivian, what about you, what do you do?"

"Play games."

"What games?"

"Warhammer 40K, and... some dating sims."

Vivian's smile stiffened for half a second, but she's a pro, immediately picking up:

"That's pretty interesting, my little brother plays that Warhammer thing too? Come on, I'll pour you a drink."

She turned to get a glass, Lei Ou leaned close to Lin En's ear, lowering his voice.

"Can't you be normal for once?"

"I am very normal."

"When you said you play games, her pupils dilated."

"That means she's not right for me."

Lei Ou took a deep breath, decided to switch tactics.

He pressed Lin En onto a sofa, walked to the center of the terrace himself, clapped his hands, voice not loud but everyone looked over.

"Everyone, tonight's on me, champagne's unlimited. Only one requirement——" he pointed at Lin En in the corner.

"That brother of mine, whoever can make him smile once, I'll gift them a bottle of Romanée-Conti, '15 vintage."

The terrace fell quiet for an instant, then laughter and cheers blasted open simultaneously.

Several girls looked at Lin En with eager anticipation, like looking at a mystery with a bounty on it.

Lin En sat on the sofa, a glass of champagne shoved into his hand, he lowered his head watching the fine bubbles in the glass, feeling the way these bubbles rose was very boring.

A girl in a white sundress sat next to him, long legs, eyes curving when she smiled.

"You're Leo's friend? What's your name?"

"Lin En."

"Why don't you want to smile?"

"If I smile you'll get a very expensive bottle of wine."

The girl blinked, then genuinely smiled. "Then I won't ask, do you drink?"

"Drink."

"Then drink a glass, count it as me completing the quest, the wine's yours, my treat."

Lin En looked at her once. This girl's eyes were very clean, none of that sharpness of a hunter eyeing prey, nor that "I'm saving you" holy mother vibe.

She just thought this was fun.

He picked up the glass, downed it in one gulp. Bubbles blasted open in his throat, a bit spicy.

"Want to smile now?" the girl asked.

"Don't want to."

"No worries, I'm Xiao Lu, do you really only play games normally?"

"Also read books."

"What books?"

"Warhammer rulebooks."

Xiao Lu tilted her head, like she was seriously thinking: "What's that?"

Lin En finally looked at her a second time.

Lei Ou leaned on the terrace railing, watching this scene from afar, Vivian stood beside him, handing him a glass of wine.

"Your brother, pretty difficult."

"He's not difficult." Lei Ou sipped his wine, gaze falling on Lin En.

"He's locked himself up, lost the key, and pretends he doesn't want to go out."

"So you brought him here?"

"I brought him here to let him know, there are many doors in the world, not just his one."

Vivian was silent for a while, then smiled: "You men are really troublesome."

"Pretty troublesome indeed."

That whole night until the end, Lin En didn't smile either, just like a broken robot.

Yaya sat in the center of the spotlight, wearing that deadpan face of his.

After that Lei Ou also tried many methods, none could make Lin En produce obvious emotional fluctuations.

He even suspected Lin En had some problem in that aspect, and took him to see a well-known old Chinese doctor in H City.

In the end, Lei Ou had no choice; he sent Lin En home, planning to go back first and think of a countermeasure.

Just as he was about to leave, Lin En, for once, took the initiative to speak:

"Lei Ou, what are you going to do now?"

Lei Ou was a bit puzzled, but since his brother had finally taken the initiative to speak, he certainly wouldn't spoil the mood:

"Going to the airport to pick up a female cousin of mine; she just came back from abroad. What, you want to go too?"

"That female cousin of yours... what's her name?"

Lin En didn't know why, but suddenly a strange intuition pulled him to ask these questions.

"Hey, why are you suddenly interested in my female cousin?"

"If I remember correctly, she should be called Lei Na."