Chapter 96: Streaking**
After leaving the taekwondo dojo, Wu Yifan didn't manage to shake off Tang Bao'er. Instead, she studied him for a moment, then grinned. "Who knew you're a genius? So many skills… but I'll find something you *can't* do. Mark my words."
"Hey, I'm not your plaything. No more games." Wu Yifan sounded lazy, but he was on edge.
"Aw, come on. I'm not that mean." Tang Bao'er tapped her lower lip, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"What do you want?" He sensed trouble.
"Nothing much. Just keep me company at an internet café." She smiled innocently.
"I don't have time. Go alone." He turned to leave.
"Help! Rape! Someone help me!" Tang Bao'er shrieked, yanking at her clothes. A few passersby stopped, glaring at Wu Yifan.
"Fine! I'll go! Happy?" He threw up his hands, defeated.
**Paradise Internet Café**
It was Sunday, so the café was packed with students. Gunshots, screams, and shouts filled the air—chaos, but to the kids here, it was heaven. They thrived on the noise, living out their youth in virtual battles.
Tang Bao'er could've afforded the fanciest computer at home, but she loved this grungy, crowded vibe. She paid, then dragged Wu Yifan to two adjacent machines, logging into Haofang, a gaming platform.
"Look, Bao'er—uh, Tang. I'm *terrible* at this. Let's just—" Wu Yifan had played a few times, but he'd never cared enough to get good.
"No excuses. Thirty rounds of Counter-Strike. Loser buys dinner." Tang Bao'er cut him off, already starting the game.
Wu Yifan sighed, mourning the money he was about to lose. *Why me?*
Round 1: A flashbang blinded Wu Yifan. Tang Bao'er gunned him down.
Round 2: He crept forward, crouched—only for her to stab him in the back with a knife.
Round 3: He reloaded; she popped up, headshotting him.
Round 4: A grenade finished him off mid-fight.
Round 5:…
Round 6:…
Round 7:…
By round 23, Wu Yifan was getting annihilated. Tang Bao'er cackled, "You *suck*! Hit me, will you? I've never seen someone this bad—even newbies play better!"
"Lollipop, let's watch a movie instead. This is painful." He tried to charm her.
"Why? We haven't finished thirty rounds! I need to beat some sense into you!" She pouted, clearly having fun.
"Hey, cutie. Why waste time with this noob? Play with me."
A sleazy voice behind them made them turn. Four or five boys, around 17 or 18, leered at Tang Bao'er, ignoring Wu Yifan.
Tang Bao'er was young, but her body was blooming—soft curves, a pretty face, tight jeans that hugged her hips. It was no wonder they stared. Even Wu Yifan had to admit she looked good.
*Where there's a pretty girl, there are always flies.*
Tang Bao'er rolled her eyes. "I don't play with kids. You're too bad. Scram."
"Excuse me?" The leader, a lanky boy, scowled.
"What? Hit a nerve, little boy?" She emphasized "little," grinning like she knew she was being annoying.
"Let's play CS. Prove who's bad." He stepped closer,怒道.
His friends cheered: "Go, Lv Long! Show her you're a man!"
Lv Long puffed out his chest. "You got the guts, beauty? You're not half as good as you think."
Tang Bao'er stood, fists clenched. "Who says I'm not?!"
Wu Yifan pulled her arm, whispering, "They're baiting you. Probably good. Don't fall for it."
But Tang Bao'er was already fired up. "Even *you* doubt me? Fine! Watch this. Stay out of it—or else." She pinched his waist hard, making him yelp.
Lv Long snickered. "What if you lose?"
"I won't. I never lose." She crossed her arms.
"*If* you do. Better set a bet." He smiled, knowing he had her.
"If she loses, she kisses Lv Long!" His friends jeered.
"Ew! Gross!" Tang Bao'er blushed, glaring.
"Scared? Too chicken to bet?" They catcalled, making faces.
"Who's scared? Fine. But what if *you* lose?" She shot back, waving a fist.
"Name your price. Anything I can do." Lv Long shrugged, confident.
Tang Bao'er hesitated, then leaned toward Wu Yifan. "You're evil—help me think of something. Humiliate him. Teach him to mess with me."
He whispered in her ear.
"Ooh, that's *awful*… I love it!" She giggled, then turned to Lv Long. "If you lose, you streak—nothing but underwear. Write 'I'm a pervert' on your back. Then run around Beitian's main street. Easy, right? Should be enough for you."
Lv Long and his friends froze. *Streaking?* That wasn't on their bucket list.
"Scared? Leave if you are. Stop bothering me." Tang Bao'er smirked, victory already in her eyes.
Lv Long had watched them play—Wu Yifan was garbage, and Tang Bao'er, while decent, was no match for him. He wouldn't back down. "Why would I be scared? But everyone here witnesses this. No backing out. That'd be *embarrassing*."
"Speak for yourself." Tang Bao'er snorted.
The game was on.