Banana Panic

“Jinsui, are you feeling better?” Hearing this, Nian Jinsui felt the voice was somewhat unfamiliar.  He looked up and noticed a middle-aged man standing behind Qin Chengyu. The man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of elegance and warmth. His gaze was filled with concern and affection. Nian Jinsui recognized him immediately—it was his Alpha father, Lin Shuqian, Nian Yixin’s partner. Although it was their first meeting, Nian Jinsui didn’t feel unfamiliar. On the contrary, he felt a sense of closeness and familiarity, reminiscent of his original father. His father had also worn glasses and, like Lin Shuqian, would always gently ask if he was hurt after a fall and encourage him to get up on his own instead of rushing to help. “Father, I’m fine now,” Nian Jinsui said with a serene smile, standing up. Seeing that Nian Jinsui had recovered, Qin Chengyu suggested, “Uncle Lin, Uncle Nian, it’s a bit stuffy here. Why don’t we move to the living room to chat?” “Sure, let’...

After paying the bill, the shop owner escorted Nian Jinsui and Qin Chengyu to the door, surprised to see snow falling outside. “This is the first snow of the year!” Nian Jinsui exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he eagerly reached out to catch the softly falling snowflakes. “May I have the honor of collaborating with you on a piece?” Nian Jinsui turned around to see the shop owner holding a violin, smiling warmly at him. Clearly, the owner was a romantic artist. With such a sincere invitation, how could Nian Jinsui refuse? “It would be my pleasure,” Nian Jinsui agreed with a smile. He took out his violin and discussed the choice of music with the shop owner. “How about we play the second movement of Winter by Vivaldi?” The shop owner nodded with a smile. “Perfect, it suits the atmosphere.” Standing under the eaves, facing the swirling snow, the two began to play a melody of warmth for the winter. The harmonious and graceful tune drew in passersby, who paused to listen. The music...

“Friends?” Chu Hejun’s eyes lit up, and a warm wave washed over him. This acknowledgment felt like a small step toward closing the distance between them. He immediately relented. “Fine, we won’t pursue this matter further. But let me warn you—stay alert around him. Don’t let him fool you again.” “Got it. I’ll keep my distance from him from now on.” In the novel’s original plot, after this failed scheme, Nian Jinsui would have erupted in anger, blaming everything on Ye Kang. The rift between them would widen, sowing the seeds for future drama. But this new approach worked better—it gave Nian Jinsui a reason to naturally drift apart from Ye Kang. After the hotpot dinner, Nian Jinsui made a call to Ning Liang’an during the car ride home. He explained Ye Kang’s actions and, somewhat awkwardly, asked Ning Liang’an not to hold it against him. The longer Nian Jinsui spoke, the guiltier he felt, but he also understood the system’s directive. Having read the novel, he knew Ye Kang still...

"Jinsui, I haven’t gone out in a while. Can I come with you?" Qin Chengyu’s voice was calm, but his gaze carried a hint of anticipation. Nian Jinsui pondered for a moment before nodding. "Sure, you do need a break. It’s good to relax once in a while." After all, his monthly assessment for harming Qin Chengyu was already complete, so he didn’t need to push him to stay home and work out. Qin Chengyu rarely asked to go out, so it seemed reasonable to indulge him. That evening, Chu Hejun arrived first at the reserved private room. The moment Nian Jinsui entered, his face lit up with a smile—only to freeze upon spotting Qin Chengyu trailing behind. "Jinsui, why did you bring him?" "You didn’t say I couldn’t bring someone. I’ll cover the bill tonight, then." Nian Jinsui sat down without a care, flipping through the menu. "It’s cold. Hotpot is perfect for this weather." Chu Hejun’s disappointment was fleeting, quickly replaced by a forc...

Xilu didn’t reply immediately but instead issued a congratulatory notification. [Congratulations, Host. This month, your assessment score for harming Qin Chengyu has reached 60 points, with 50 points from physical harm and 10 from psychological harm. The monthly assessment has been met. Please continue your efforts.] Nian Jinsui was puzzled.  "Last month, his psychological harm score was zero. Why is it 10 this month?" [The system does not disclose evaluation processes to the host.] "Xilu, come on. I’ve been completing my tasks flawlessly and scoring well. Can’t you give me a little insight? I’m dying to know how I hurt poor little Qin Chengyu’s feelings." [Given the host’s high task performance and positive attitude, the system will make an exception and disclose the evaluation details once.] "Really? Great! Tell me quickly!"  Nian Jinsui eagerly urged. [Based on the system’s evaluation, the main cause of psychological harm to Qin Chengyu this mont...

 Jing Zheng xuan only took off Huai Xu’s pajamas, then rolled up the edge of his underwear to expose his groin for wiping. When he was a child, he was not so particular.  He just asked Huai Xu to put on the emperor's new clothes and started rubbing them. I can’t remember when, Jing Zhengxuan started to avoid these things deliberately. Maybe it was the youthful and ignorant junior high school, or maybe it was the gradually mature high school.  Anyway, after a certain period of time, Jing Zhengxuan was still close to Huai Xu, but despite being close, he also began to pay attention to privacy. Huai Xu's sleep quality has always been very good, and due to his high fever, it was difficult to be woken up by Jing Zhengxuan's gentle movements, and he fell asleep the whole time. After Jing Zhengxuan wiped his groin, he immediately covered him with the quilt, washed the towel, and took Huai Xu's temperature. When the temperature dropped slightly, Jing Zhengxuan breathed a sigh of...

As for teamwork and synergy, Nian Jinsui could only hope for the best. Soon, all the instruments were set, and the ensemble members took their places on stage. The audience fell silent, though whispers lingered in the background. "Am I seeing things? Is that Young Master Nian with a violin? Does he even know how to play?" "I saw in the group chat that Xiao Liu had stomach issues, so they just grabbed someone to fill in and make it look good." "This is going to be so awkward. What if I can't hold back my laughter?" "Shut up," a cold voice cut through the chatter. The two students turned to see Qin Chengyu glaring at them. "Why are you so fierce, Qin Chengyu? I wasn’t even talking about you. Why are you so defensive of Young Master Nian?" one of them retorted, unimpressed by the once-exiled heir of the Qin family. "Don’t provoke him. He might run off to tattle to Young Master Nian," the other whispered, tugging at hi...

 Once again, Huai Xu turned around, patted Jing Zhengxuan's back and asked: "What's going on? Can you choke yourself when you drink water? Are you okay?" Jing Zhengxuan held a hand in one hand. Holding the thermos cup, he pressed his throat with one hand and coughed violently several times before finally saying, "It's okay. I choked for some reason." While speaking, he twisted the lid of the cup, glanced at Shu Jinwei, and glanced at the door. . Shu Jinwei was a little hesitant. He opened his eyes wide and pointed at the door behind Huaixu: "?" Jing Zhengxuan blinked coldly to show that he was correct. Shu Jin understood slightly, and while Huai Xu's attention was on Jing Zhengxuan, he found a reason to get up and leave. After a while, Jing Zhengxuan left on the pretext of going out for some fresh air. Huaixu glanced at the two empty seats beside him vaguely, feeling something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why. He only knew that Ji...

Spotting Chu Hejun in his performance attire, his face full of worry, Nian Jinsui quickly approached.  “Chu Hejun, what’s going on?” “Nian Jinsui? Why are you here?”  Chu Hejun asked, clearly distressed.  “Xiao Liu has an upset stomach and can’t go on stage. Looks like the performance is a bust.” “What?” Nian Jinsui’s eyes widened.  This wasn’t part of the novel’s plot! He pressed further,  “Where’s Ning Liang’an?” Chu Hejun glanced at Nian Jinsui, recalling Ye Kang’s words. Though he trusted Nian Jinsui more, he decided to test him and replied vaguely, “He’s locked in the warehouse.” “What?!” Nian Jinsui was stunned. How could Ning Liang’an already be locked up when he hadn’t even acted yet? Observing Nian Jinsui’s shocked expression, Chu Hejun concluded that he genuinely didn’t seem to know. Unfortunately, Chu Hejun was wrong. Nian Jinsui wasn’t ignorant—he knew far too much. Realization dawned on Nian Jinsui. Just like the earlier bullying incident, e...

 Huai Xu turned his head and looked over, only to see Jing Zhengxuan standing outside a group of club classmates, with jet black hair hanging wet, crystal water droplets hanging on the tips of his hair, dripping under the action of gravity , hidden in the smoky gray clothing. It looks like he came here just after taking a shower. Huai Xu asked in confusion, "Why are you here?" The students in the ancient music club consciously made way for Jing Zhengxuan to walk to Huai Xu. Jing Zhengxuan walked over, his eyes looking at Huai Xu for a moment, his cold brown pupils seemed to be shining with stars. He adjusted Huaixu's clothes and lowered his head slightly. His voice was still cold and low, but his tone was extremely gentle and soothing. "The training ended early, so I came to accompany you." Huai Xu grabbed his wet black hair and complained with concern: "My hair has not been dried, and I am not afraid of the wind." Jing Zhengxuan pushed back his messy ...

Although Ning Liang’an had already covered the diffuser, the fragrance had long filled the storage room, meaning he had been enduring the torment of his heat for over half an hour. His mind was a haze, filled only with the knowledge that the person in front of him could alleviate his suffering. Deep down, he yearned for Chu Heting. “I feel awful… Young Master Chu…” Sweat glistened on Ning Liang’an’s forehead, his misty eyes brimming with helplessness. His body instinctively leaned against Chu Heting, lightly nuzzling his chest. Chu Heting’s brows furrowed. Ning Liang’an’s pheromones had always been an intoxicating drug to him. Now, coupled with these subtle, intimate gestures, Chu Heting felt his grip on reason slipping away. A voice in his head whispered,  Mark Ning Liang’an permanently. That way, he’ll be entirely yours. But his strong self-control reminded him that Ning Liang’an hadn’t fully accepted him yet. Taking advantage of him now would not only fail to win his heart...

"Hey! Open the door!"  Ning Liang’an frantically grabbed at the latch on the locked door.  Unfortunately, it was too late; something seemed to have jammed the door from outside, making it impossible to open. Hearing footsteps receding into the distance, Ning Liang’an panicked. He shouted a few more times, but no one responded. Trying to calm himself, Ning Liang’an immediately took out his phone and attempted to make a call. However, there was no signal. Left with no other choice, he turned on his flashlight to survey his surroundings. The storage room held none of the stage decorations the classmate had mentioned. Instead, it was filled with old, unused sports equipment. Suddenly, Ning Liang’an caught a whiff of an odd, sweet fragrance. Shining his flashlight around, he discovered something resembling an incense diffuser placed in the corner. Why would such a thing be in the storage room? Feeling uneasy, Ning Liang’an moved to cover the object with something. However, a...