âWang Haoâ¦â
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 couldnât utter any words out of his lips!
âIâm fine!â
Taking a deep breath, Wang Hao looked at his best friend with gentle eyes.
âFatty, do you trust me?â
âOf course I trust you. We arenât best friends for nothing, right?â
âThen, can I borrow 20,000 yuan from your family?â
â20,000 yuan?â The fatty was startled. He then hurriedly said, âYou want 20,000 yuan to cure your motherâs illness, right?â
âBut just now Deng Yuqing gave youâ¦â
âYou are telling me to use this 20,000 yuan that she gave me?â
âMm-hmm!â
Wang Hao said in a deep voice: âI donât want her money. If I do, Iâm afraid that I wonât be able to lift my head in this life!â
âIn 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?â
âThis is an insult to me, do you understand?â
âIt seems⦠right!â
Wang Hao said decisively, âFatty, just trust me this once.â
âI promise. Within two months, I will definitely return your money back.â
âThisâ¦â
Hearing Wang Haoâs words, Fatty fell into contemplation.
After all, his own family wasnât rich either. 20,000 yuan wasnât 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 couldnât just stand by and watch.
As he thought to himself, he gritted his teeth.
âOkay, Wang Hao, Iâll help you by lending you the money.â
As he said this, the fatty took out his phone and dialed his motherâs number.
âHey, momâ¦â
Seeing Fatty making a call at the moment, Wang Hao was a little touched in his heart.
A moment later.
âWang Hao, my mother told me that this money was for her daughter-in-law, you must pay me backâ¦â
âDonât worry, give me two months at most.â
Wang Haoâs 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 couldnât be fake, right?
Could it be that even the protagonistâs ex-girlfriend couldnât resist the initial setting of being forced?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Qin Tian fell into contemplation.
He was aware that some authors would indeed write the female protagonists to be virgins catering to the readersâ 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 wasnât the one to suffer, he didnât think much about it.
After his brief curiosity, he began to think regarding the information that he just received from Deng Yuqing.
âWang Hao is a novelist? Could he be a copycat?â
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 didnât 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 Haoâs occupation, Qin Tian subconsciously locked this protagonistâs structure.
This type of protagonist brings Earthâs 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 doesnât 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 couldnât 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.
âMaster, do I look good in this?â
The corners of Qin Tianâs mouth were raised outlining an arc: âHehe, you know me way too wellâ¦â