Chapter 77: He Surpasses All Things in This World

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Netizens sense something suspicious between the Wolf King and the Prophet, but can't quite put their finger on it. If they had to describe it with intuition—
It feels like the same night.
"Speak boldly, expose them, worship them."
"Does spreading rumors cost anything? It doesn’t. They truly slept the same night!"
"Drawing my sword and gazing around in confusion—where are the haters? I don't even know who to target!"
The haters have collapsed.
No matter how much they malign Shen Jixing, it only backfires.
So now, they speak freely.
"Yes, Shen Jixing slept with Zhou Yili. I was there—I was the mattress."
"I'm the sole of the shoe."
"I'm an idiot."
"Wait, aren't you all supposed to be haters...?"
They’ve finally lost their minds.
After years as dedicated haters, they've never encountered such a bizarre company—assigning parental identities to an abandoned orphan and ignoring the top scorer's achievements to fabricate a graduation from Venus.
This is a campaign to snatch hatred from Shen Jixing.
Motherly love from the haters.
"The haters have become fans; hysteria is collapse, but collapse is delicious."
"Love to ship, love to guard—let me protect the shining stars!"
And now the staunch fans have gone mad.
"...Impossible, absolutely impossible."
"Falling Turd Xiangzi: Just wait, I’m heading out with my telephoto lens—there’s no way the star would sleep with a male fan! With Princess Zhou:-)"
As a top fan among the star cluster, her appearance immediately stirred a chorus of support.
"Support Teacher Xiangzi, let’s go!"
"Let’s go! Waiting!"
In the misty rain of early morning, Falling Turd Xiangzi set out on her journey.
Four hours later, she posted on Weibo.
[Falling Turd Xiangzi]: It’s over :-(
"???"
Her post drew out a flood of fans.
[Falling Turd Xiangzi]: Good news, the star never slept with a male fan. That place was a tattoo parlor.
[Falling Turd Xiangzi]: Bad news, he went there with Princess Zhou.
With her sharp instincts, she actually wanted to say something more.
Bad news: He slept with Zhou Yili.
...
"So this is your tattoo shop?"
Zhou Yili surveyed the dark, gothic shop, feeling it didn’t suit Shen Jixing at all.
He looks like a snow mochi, all sweetness and light.
Yet he plays so rebellious.
"Mm." Shen Jixing was the first to head upstairs, pausing on the steps to look at him, "Come here."
His cool, clear tone carried an innate arrogance.

Zhou Yili had been annoyed with him for some time, especially since his own status had risen.
Shen Jixing should be saying things like: Mm-hmm, yes, right, come over quickly~
Shouldn’t he?
Zhou Yili shivered with distaste and sauntered over with long strides, "Is this your usual attitude when chasing someone?"
Shen Jixing opened the door: "Hm? What attitude?"
"What attitude do you think?" Zhou Yili faced that icy, beautiful face every day and could never detect any sign that Shen Jixing liked him.
Even now, he was still half-believing, half-doubting.
"Try being this domineering with me again?"
Shen Jixing: "..."
He glanced sidelong at Zhou Yili, wondering why someone with such a fierce look could be so adorably contrary.
"Never chased anyone before. I’ll learn as I go."
Shen Jixing’s elegant fingers calmly arranged his tools, meticulously disinfecting everything.
His words sounded perfunctory, cool and detached.
Yet Zhou Yili’s heart skipped a beat.
A moment later, Shen Jixing glanced at him, his pale, slender fingers tapping the soft, dark gray couch.
"Come here. Lie down."
"..."
The tall, slender man stood before him, staring for a few seconds before resignedly flopping onto the couch.
"Where do you want the tattoo?"
He was immune to Shen Jixing by now.
Every word from this man was a silent lure, not like a top celebrity, but like a seductive fox.
"Why lie down? It's not a face tattoo..."
He paused as the skin behind his ear was gently brushed, sending a shiver of sensitivity through him.
"Here."
It was where his scar lay.
Zhou Yili’s brows lowered with cool indifference: "Are you God or am I God? Did I say I wanted it here?"
The long, muscular lion sprawled on the couch, blue-streaked black hair spiking out, looking fierce and untamed.
Shen Jixing was silent for two seconds, withdrawing his hand: "Then you decide—God."
His cool, indifferent voice dropped low, carrying a touch of helpless indulgence.
Zhou Yili lazily shifted positions: "What should I get?"
It meant he agreed.
He was letting Shen Jixing cover his scar.
Despite his fierce appearance, the little lion was so easy to coax.
Shen Jixing was quiet for a moment, eyes down as he pinched Zhou Yili’s earlobe, his melodious voice murmuring, "UniverSe."
The little illiterate Princess Zhou: "What does that mean?"
Shen Jixing’s tone was calm: "All things."
He had always believed Zhou Yili was the most healing presence in this world.
Both past and present.
He surpassed all things.
The next moment, Zhou Yili’s puzzled, annoyed voice sounded dangerously: "A plaything?"
"I warn you, don’t think chasing me gives you free reign—don’t push it..."
Shen Jixing must have finally lost patience.

He simply reached out and covered Zhou Yili’s mouth, that lofty face cold, intelligent, and indifferent, yet showing affection only for him.
"Shut up."
Shen Jixing gazed at him for a moment, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the back of his hand.
"Be quiet, little illiterate."
When Shen Jixing nonchalantly brought over his tools, he found the man on the couch equally nonchalant.
Except his whole body was burning, about to explode.
...
That night, Zhou Yili had a red carpet event.
When he appeared in an aristocratic black suit, every gaze in the room was transfixed on him.
For no reason other than his striking presence.
He was born wild and cold, tall, long-legged, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted; the diamond studs on his ear shone, and the string of pure black English lettering behind his ear added an unruly, audacious flair.
"Sorry, just tattooed it, can’t cover it up."
Zhou Yili spoke with relaxed good humor: "Thanks to all the post-production staff for helping blur it out later."
It was rare for this temperamental young master to be so gentle and polite.
Everyone quickly chimed in.
The agent watched from below, sneering. Polite, my foot—he’s showing off, SHOWING OFF!!!
Sure enough, after barely three sentences—
Zhou Yili casually played with his ear stud: "Does no one wonder why I suddenly got a tattoo?"
Everyone was stunned.
Is that something we’re allowed to wonder about?
"Isn’t it for the new album?" a reporter asked.
Zhou Yili let the flashbulbs flicker around him.
He smiled lightly, "Not exactly. Mainly, Emperor Shen insisted I come to his tattoo shop."
Suddenly, camera shutters snapped at lightning speed.
"Emperor Shen tattooed it!?"
Reporters zeroed in on Zhou Yili’s tattoo, snapping away like machine guns.
It seemed, now that it was known to be Shen Jixing’s handiwork, its value skyrocketed.
"Does ‘UniverSe’ have any special meaning?"
His agent had already heard him show off.
Shen Jixing said Zhou Yili surpassed all things.
If this kid dared to say that, it was practically a public announcement!
"Oh, not much meaning,"
Zhou Yili seemed languid, and the agent finally relaxed.
Clearly, he was relaxing too soon.
Zhou Yili remained lazy and rakish, striding the red carpet like a young scion of a wealthy family: "He said, I’m his plaything?"
Suddenly, the venue fell utterly silent.
"Just a joke." Zhou Yili strode backstage, raising his hand in a careless wave, "Cut that part out."
One minute later.
That segment hit number one on the trending topics.
The agent let out a piercing shriek: "Ah!!!"