Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

In the early morning, the sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and shone unbiasedly on Meng Xing's eyelids.

Meng Xing's eyelids trembled slightly. The dazzling sunlight woke him up from a night's sleep, but his consciousness was not yet fully awake.

It's still early and the showdown is at 8pm, so there's no need to get up in a hurry. Meng Xing had this vague understanding in his heart, so he indulged himself and lazily prepared to squint for a while longer.

He changed his sleeping position to avoid the annoying sunlight shining on his eyelids.

The sunlight no longer disturbed his sweet dreams, but Meng Xing did not continue to sleep as he expected, because after turning over, he suddenly found a foreign object around him.

Maybe there was more than one group. Meng Xing reached out and touched it, and found one with hair and one without hair.

The furry one is smaller and only bunched up on his chest, while the non-furry one is larger, with both arms stretched across his body. Moreover, Meng Xing also felt a warm breath close to his neck.

Meng Xing was frightened and woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wen Rulan sleeping next to him.

Wen Rulan's bed is so big that two grown men can sleep together and both are rich enough to roll around. Last night, Meng Xing also used quilts to divide the Chu River and Han boundaries with equal distances, ensuring that both sides would sleep in a spacious place. But now, the Chu River has washed away the Han boundaries and spread directly to Meng Xing's territory.

Not only that, Wen Rulan's quilt fell to the ground at night without Meng Xing noticing. Wen Rulan was covered with Meng Xing's quilt, and he was hugging Meng Xing.

Originally, the distance between the two was not too close. Wen Rulan put her head on Meng Xing's shoulder. However, Meng Xing's turning over shortened the distance. Every breath of Wen Rulan's breath hit the sensitive side of Meng Xing's neck. Causes shivers in the skin.

Meng Xing: "!"

He tilted his head back, first avoiding Wen Rulan's breath, and then carefully lifted Wen Rulan's arm, trying to get the other person back to where he should be without waking him up.

Meng Xing had tried to do it very lightly, but after experiencing the most stable and comfortable sleep that Wen Rulan had ever remembered, his spirit was greatly replenished. The good dream came to an end, and it was about to wake up. when.

Meng Xing's action became an opportunity to wake him up. Wen Rulan slowly raised his eyelids, but he only raised them halfway because he had just woken up and was still a little confused from his sleep.

But soon, his dilated pupils slowly focused after blinking a few times. The figures in front of him overlapped, and he saw Meng Xing's somewhat stiff face.

Wen Rulan was stunned for a moment, and he quickly judged the general situation from Meng Xing's expression and the postures of the two of them.

"I can't control my sleeping position." After determining the cause and effect, Wen Rulan took the initiative to explain.

Meng Xing: "... Then you can always control your current posture, right?"

He gestured with his eyes to Wen Rulan's arm that was still on his body. Wen Rulan looked over and said "hmm", then slowly put away her out-of-bounds arm.

"And this." Meng Xing threw the ferret that Wen Rulan left behind with him.

Meng Xing's movements were not heavy, and there was a soft bed underneath, so the ferret would not be hurt, but probably because he felt that he was being disliked, the ferret's ears drooped.

But Meng Xing no longer followed this trick, and only seriously warned: "Today you must keep the soul beast by your side, don't follow me."

"Yeah." It was also a one-word response, but Wen Rulan was a little more serious this time.

He knew what Meng Xing meant. He would be safest if the soul beast followed him.

He stretched out his hand towards the ferret, and the ferret glanced at Meng Xing reluctantly. It liked the other person's body temperature and smell, but at this moment, it still jumped onto its owner's shoulder obediently.

After getting up, the two of them went to the bathroom to wash up together. Meng Xing stayed true to his words, never leaving. Even if Wen Rulan goes to the toilet, he... he will still turn his back.

After washing and dressing up, the two went to the living room again. I ate some breakfast and then sat quietly.

Just sit and do nothing.

After experiencing bullet reversal and spider poisoning, Meng Xing was extremely wary of these unimaginable ways of death, so he did not let Wen Rulan do anything dangerous and only let him stay in front of him, eating and drinking. Also try it yourself first.

This was an extremely long day, because Meng Xing's nerves were highly tense, and he was wary of any accidents that might cause harm to Wen Rulan.

But it was an extremely short day, and Wen Rulan felt that he had not done anything, and time had quietly slipped away while he was staring at Meng Xing in a daze.

By the time he came to his senses, it was already night.

The driver parked the car and waited at the door, preparing to take them to the location of today's showdown, the large clock tower where the Upper House was located.

It was exactly seven o'clock in the evening when they arrived.

The big clock with four clock faces on the ancient bell tower pointed to seven o'clock exactly. And, in the next second, the hour hand continued to move forward, never stopping.

Wen Rulan silently calculated that the remaining time of the day was one second shorter, and followed the attendant into the bell tower.

The last meeting was going up, but this time it was going down, because the venue for the duel was located on the underground floor, a venue specially designed for mental power players to compete.

Like ordinary people, mentalists must abide by the laws and regulations of not picking quarrels and provoking trouble. Therefore, private fights are not allowed on the surface, but for the sake of discussion and improvement, they can also be carried out in regular venues. A battle of mental strength.

There is such a formal venue on the lower floor of the big bell tower. It is even of a relatively high grade and can generally only be used by those with strong spiritual powers.

Moreover, this venue is equipped with auditoriums and multi-angle live broadcast camera equipment.

Ordinary people like to watch sports competitions, and spiritual practitioners also like it, but what they watch is not running and long jumping, but the duel between spirit beasts.

Although it is a civilized society, within the spiritual power users, they have always followed a certain primitive and wild tradition of respecting the strong.

Several spiritual families have occupied an absolute position in the accumulation and development of hundreds of years, and the Senate is also firmly controlled by them. But other spiritual power users who were not born into aristocratic families did not have no chance of getting ahead.

As long as you are strong enough, you will naturally have crowds and people who will pursue you. And how to show your strength? Of course I beat him.

Those who are not born into a noble family want to become famous by challenging the strong, while those who are born into a noble family also want to stand out in the family by defeating their opponents.

The ideas of both parties are very compatible, so competitions and events among mentalists are actually very frequent, including official ones and private fights. As for these duels, many people would come to watch each time, whether they were joining in the fun or wanting to learn mental power control skills from other people's battles, in short, mental power users would never tire of watching other people's soul beast fights.

The level and number of mental power users are distributed in a pyramid shape. The higher the level, the fewer there are. The lowest level S can only be produced once every hundred years. There are not many level A. Level B is already excellent, and the lower level C and D , E-level is the majority of people.

Generally speaking, a showdown between slightly famous B-level psychics will be packed with seats, while for an A-level psychic competition, tickets will have to be snapped up quickly.

Although you can watch the live broadcast, the mental duel is no better than others, and the experience at the scene is always more profound.

But even in the pinnacle battle that established Jian Wenhong's position as speaker, it was not as difficult to get votes as it is today. Because the two people facing off today are S-class, two unprecedented S-class.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and there is only one scepter. The two of them are bound to compete. This is a result that was already destined when the two of them showed S-level mental power levels when they were young.

Although the duel has just been decided on August 8st, almost no one is surprised. They have even been looking forward to this day. They want to see how powerful the S-class mental power is. They want to see how powerful Cheng Peng and Cheng Peng are. Who is better, Wen Rulan?

When Wen Rulan and Meng Xing arrived at the venue, they saw an audience full of seats. It was nearly an hour before the start, but they could not wait to take their seats.

In a duel between psychics, the audience is naturally all psychics. They are talking in twos and threes, discussing who has a greater chance of winning in the upcoming duel.

Wen Rulan took a hidden passage that led to the lounge behind the stadium and was not connected to the auditorium, so the audience did not notice the arrival of the protagonist in their topic.

Wen Rulan did not pay attention to those people's discussions, while Meng Xing listened. He heard that some people were leaning towards Cheng Peng because the golden eagle is a flying spirit beast and has a natural advantage in air superiority. Some people were leaning towards Wen Rulan because Wen Rulan's mental strength and control of her mental power have always been better than Cheng Peng.

They argued with each other, analyzing and demonstrating their opinions from various angles, but they never thought about cheating.

Because this is impossible. There are so many people present, and they are all mental power users. Those who can get the tickets tonight are either elites or children of aristocratic families. There are a lot of A-level mental power users who are rare outside.

Coupled with the multi-angle live broadcast cameras and thousands of pairs of eyes watching the battle through the Internet, under the eyes of everyone, there is no way to cheat without being discovered.

Speaking of this, Meng Xing still has to admire Jian Wenhong. He invested a lot of money in scientific research companies and urgently developed cheating methods such as directional jamming devices. If Meng Xing hadn't discovered it in advance, Wen Rulan would have lost tonight. white.

The directional jamming device was only used on Wen Rulan. Other mentalists present would not notice anything unusual. They would only think that Wen Rulan was inferior to others and lost to Cheng Peng.

But now that Meng Xing has discovered it, he will definitely not let the other party succeed again.

Meng Xing followed closely behind Wen Rulan while reviewing his plan in his mind. He was always in a tense state, like a prostrate tiger, ready to jump up and kill its prey at any time.

When Jian Wenhong appeared in front of him, Meng Xing's already tense nerves became even more tense.

"Here we come." Jian Wenhong greeted with a smile, his expression was exactly the same as when he was in front of Wen Rulan a few days ago.

But even under such a friendly appearance, there is a malicious intention to kill the other person.

Jian Wenhong is undoubtedly a very capable person, and Wen Rulan is actually no less generous. He also raised a smile at the other party, nodded and greeted: "Speaker Jian."

"Don't put too much pressure on you in the game later. Just perform normally. I'm very optimistic about you." After saying that, Jian Wenhong patted Wen Rulan on the shoulder, like a generous elder.

When Jian Wenhong reached out to Wen Rulan, Meng Xing leaned forward to stop him, but reason kept him on the spot. There was no danger in this action, and the ferret was also lying on Wen Rulan's shoulder. Jian Wenhong would not be stupid enough to take action at this time.

Wen Rulan was calmer than Meng Xing. The curvature of his lips did not change at all. He only thanked with a smile: "Thank you, Speaker Jian, for your kindness."

"Get ready." Jian Wenhong said a few more words of concern before leaving first.

As the Speaker of the Senate, he was responsible for presiding over tonight's duel on the surface, but also arranged for people to do it secretly, so he was undoubtedly very busy.

He didn't come specifically to see Wen Rulan, he just happened to pass by, so he left after chatting for a few words.

After he left, Wen Rulan and Meng Xing entered the lounge. Wen Rulan immediately removed the fake smile he showed in front of Jian Wenhong. He wiped his shoulder with paper with disgust as he had just been patted by Jian Wenhong. The ferret refused to stay there any longer and jumped to the other side of the shoulder.

While Meng Xing was amazed at the speed of his face change, he asked, "What are you going to do about Jian Wenhong?"

Cheng Peng is easy to deal with, but Jian Wenhong is a problem. He is the Speaker of the Senate and has high moral standing. It is not that easy to bring him down.

Wen Rulan frowned: "Jian Wenhong cannot move for the time being."

He mused: "He has been in power for more than 20 years, and his roots are too deep. I can't touch him until I have the power."

"But..." He changed the topic and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I will have to settle this account with him sooner or later."

He used bionic robots to attack his accounts before, and tonight he was planning to assist Cheng Peng in sneaking attacks on his accounts. He wanted to settle the accounts together.

Meng Xing nodded. He had no doubt about Wen Rulan's words. As a scumbag with extremely low moral bottom line, Jian Wenhong's fate was already predictable.

Jian Wenhong can deal with it slowly afterwards, but their top priority is to win tonight's showdown and survive August 8th.

Wen Rulan was sitting on the sofa with her eyes closed, preparing for the duel that was about to start in half an hour. Meng Xing stood at the door of the lounge, looking back and forth in the aisle where people walked by from time to time.

He wanted to find someone, not Cheng Peng, but his assistant Wu Jin. Wu Jin either has no problems or has huge problems.

The plans of Cheng Peng and Jian Wenhong were already clear to Meng Xing, but for Wu Jin, it was as if he was separated by a layer of fog. He could clearly see the general outline behind the fog, but some details were hazy.

And this lack of clarity is likely to be the biggest variable tonight.

What does the other party want to do? Helping them again and again is just because of admiration for Wen Rulan?

Meng Xing and Wu Jin had not found any flaws in each other during several contacts. He did not think that he would be able to find them if he contacted them again. He just wanted to contact the other party again and try to find them.

Unfortunately, the lounge where Cheng Peng was located was probably not near them, so Wu Jin was not among those who walked near Meng Xing.

The minutes went round and round, and finally, the hour hand slowly moved to 8 o'clock. Amid the excited shouts from the audience, Wen Rulan and Cheng Peng entered the arena respectively.

The duel of the century has finally begun.

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