Chapter 135: Unleashing the Ultimate Move

The incoming call was from Yandu.

After letting it ring a few times, Su Tong answered, "Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, are you Nian Nu Jiao?" an elderly voice came from the other end.

*Oh, they know me, but I don't know them.* Su Tong asked suspiciously, "May I ask who is calling, sir?"

"I am the Vice Chairman of the National Writers Association. You can just call me Elder Sun..." The old man's voice was bright and full of vigor, lacking any trace of melancholy. This made Su Tong skeptical; aren't writers and poets usually rather unhappy?

Wisdom is painful, and literature is painful. Without pain, there is no inspiration, no source of strength. That is how all cultural heritage is born.

Why was this old man so full of happiness? It made Su Tong feel a sense of disdain, though it was mostly envy. "Vice Chairman, you say?"

"That’s right."

"And I’m the Chairman. The real one."

*Scammer.* Su Tong hung up.

Elder Sun was left stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. That little brat had mistaken him for a scammer! For the past two days, Elder Sun had tagged Nian Nu Jiao several times on Weibo and even sent two private messages, but received no response. It had taken him great effort to track down Su Tong’s number, and now that he’d finally gotten through, he was treated like a fraud. He was furious.

He was desperate to see the two poems that Nian Nu Jiao had gifted Principal Song. A whole group of old men had been anxious for the past two days, all tagging Nian Nu Jiao on Weibo, but the user seemed to have vanished. Two of them had even gone to visit Principal Song’s home, hoping to see poems that were supposedly even better than "Nian Nu Jiao: Remembering the Past at Red Cliff" and "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower." But Principal Song refused to show them, much to the frustration of the others.

Elder Sun wouldn't give up. He called again. And Su Tong hung up again.

"Jingjing, come here. Help Grandpa make a call." Elder Sun, bristling with indignation, called his granddaughter over.

Before long, Su Tong’s phone rang again. It was a different number, also from Yandu.

"Hello, hello. Is this Nian Nu Jiao?" A sweet female voice came through.

"Yes, it is. Who is this?"

"Hello, I... my grandfather is the Vice Chairman of the National Writers Association, Sun..."

"Oh, so you’ve teamed up to try and scam me now?" Su Tong hung up.

Jingjing hadn't even finished her sentence. Seeing Su Tong hang up, she looked at Elder Sun, both of them staring blankly.

"Call again!" Elder Sun commanded. His stubborn streak had taken over; he hadn't slept well in two days, waiting for those poems.

Jingjing didn't understand the situation, but she obeyed and dialed again. However, after only two rings, the phone indicated that the line was busy. Su Tong had rejected the call.

"That little rascal! He's arrogant because of his talent and lacks respect for his elders. Scold him! Jingjing, give him a piece of your mind for Grandpa!" Elder Sun was livid.

"Grandpa, didn't you tell me to be more reserved? Why are you asking me to berate someone?" Jingjing asked cautiously, having rarely seen her grandfather this angry.

"I’m giving you permission today! Scold him as harshly as you can." Elder Sun felt like throwing his teacup. Poems better than "Nian Nu Jiao: Remembering the Past at Red Cliff" and "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower"—what precious treasures those were! In his eyes, a villa wasn't even worth as much as those works. Since they couldn't get anything out of Principal Song, the group of old men had shifted their target to the author himself.

But... Elder Sun couldn't help but curse; he had been blacklisted.

Su Tong had already logged onto Weibo and discovered that many members of the Writers Association were tagging him or sending private messages. He had already guessed that the two poems he gave Principal Song should not be made public. Once they were out, Principal Song’s integrity would be at risk, and he himself would be implicated. *Damn,* he thought, *that was an impulsive moment. What was Principal Song thinking?*

Despite not knowing the full details, Su Tong understood the gravity of the situation after Principal Song’s repeated warnings. He knew now that the caller really was Elder Sun, but he couldn't admit it, nor could he answer the phone.

"These old guys, they used to look down on me, and now they’re swarming me like bees. What a nuisance." With dozens of them demanding to see the poems, Su Tong felt a massive headache coming on.

He had no choice but to play his trump card. Su Tong leaned back in his chair, racking his brain for a solution.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Lin Yin had finished her shower and was standing right behind him. He hadn't closed the study door, and Lin Yin, seeing him online, hadn't bothered to knock. Su Tong only caught a whiff of a fresh, clean fragrance, and his hormones suddenly flared, but lost in thought, he didn't realize it was Lin Yin’s scent.

Within seconds, a noticeable bulge appeared in his trousers. Behind him, Lin Yin turned bright red, looking as if she were about to bleed. *That little pervert, what is he thinking about?*

Her face was burning, but she couldn't move her feet, nor did she dare run, fearing Su Tong might notice her. If this awkwardness were exposed, Lin Yin would be even more mortified than Su Tong. Su Tong’s skin was thick, but Lin Yin felt like digging a hole in the ground to escape.

*Got it.*

Su Tong sat up, but realized his posture was uncomfortable, so he reached down to adjust himself. This made Lin Yin blush even more—the bulge was even more prominent now.

*Tap, tap, tap...*

It wasn't that kind of "tap," but the sound of Su Tong’s fingers hitting the keyboard. He typed a poem into the Weibo input box and hit publish.

"Oh!"

After posting, Su Tong finally noticed Lin Yin behind him and jumped in shock.

"You... Sister Yin, are you a ghost? You walk without a sound! How long have you been standing there?" Su Tong cried out. Before he could finish, he looked at her with surprise—her face was unnaturally red.

"Sister Yin, did you get too much of a shock today? Are you running a fever?" He reached out to touch her forehead.

As his hand touched her, she let out a soft moan as if struck by an electric current. Her body trembled, and a wave of electricity washed over her, making her feel lightheaded and weak. Su Tong’s hand had just been touching his own "ferocious" member.

"Sister Yin?" Su Tong thought, *Oh no, she’s sick. She might not be able to perform on 'The Voice' tomorrow.* He held the limp, trembling Lin Yin and realized she was shaking uncontrollably, her face flushed and her eyes unfocused.

"Let... let me go..." Lin Yin wanted to cry. Su Tong’s embrace was an endless wave of stimulation; she was overwhelmed.

Su Tong, inexperienced, didn't understand any of this. He hurriedly carried her to the master bedroom because she couldn't stand on her own.

"Damn it, this place must have bad feng shui. How can someone get sick so suddenly?" Su Tong tucked her into bed and covered her with a quilt. "Even Xiaoyu is more sensible than you. Look at you, running around in so little after a shower—no wonder you caught a cold. Wait here, I’ll turn up the AC and find you some fever medicine."

"Su Tong, you jerk!" As Su Tong was about to leave, Lin Yin’s voice—a mix of embarrassment and anger—came from under the quilt.

Su Tong looked confused. Sister Yin’s voice was strong and clear; she didn't sound like someone with a fever at all.