Chapter 99: Kidnapped?**
The ordinary CS match came to an end. Under the gaze of the onlookers—guys and other young people—Lv Long had no choice but to strip down to his underwear. With "I'm a pervert" scrawled on his back, he began running around Beitian City, drawing crowds and becoming headline news.
Lv Long had wanted to show off his CS skills, but instead, he'd shot himself in the foot, losing the match. Resentment and helplessness gnawed at him. Even thinking back to Wu Yifan's terrifying CS skills made him break out in a cold sweat.
Wu Yifan and Tang Bao'er played a few more games before leaving the internet café.
"You bastard! You tricked me! I'll teach you a lesson!" Once the excitement faded, Tang Bao'er fumed, recalling how Wu Yifan had faked incompetence during their game. It felt like she'd been made a fool of. She planted her hands on her hips, her almond eyes blazing.
Wu Yifan lazily pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag, blowing smoke rings slowly. "Are we close enough for you to get mad at me?"
Tang Bao'er froze.
*Right. Are we?* Why was she angry with him? His CS skills—good or bad—had nothing to do with her. Hadn't she sworn to beat him at *something*? She couldn't let him see her破绽.
She nodded firmly, forcing a faint smile. "Wu Yifan, you really are something. Good at fighting, basketball… now CS too. Are you *really* good at everything?"
Wu Yifan blew smoke in her pretty face, his tone crude. "Little brats like you try to act cool, even play racing games. I was doing that when I was three. So stop showing off your stupid hobbies. You're embarrassing yourself."
Tang Bao'er's eyes widened, her red lips parting in shock. After a long moment, she screeched, "Wu Yifan! You dare call our games 'stupid'? I'll kill you!" Spoiled by her wealthy family, she'd always been stubborn, but hearing her hobbies dismissed as "stupid" pushed her over the edge. She lunged at him like a tiny lioness.
Wu Yifan didn't want to fight—after all, he was a security guard. Beating her wouldn't make him proud. He grabbed her outstretched hands, scoffing. "If you want to beat me, learn some real moves. Maybe then you'll stand a chance."
"You—you call this *real moves*? I'll *bite* you to death!" Tang Bao'er's pearly teeth ground together, as if she were gnawing on Wu Yifan's skull.
"Bite me? Oh, so it's dog moves, not cat moves." Wu Yifan let go, grinning.
"I'll *kick* you to death!" Tang Bao'er knew she couldn't win in a fair fight, so she lifted her foot and aimed a hard kick at his crotch.
Wu Yifan didn't see it coming. He'd expected a tantrum, not this. By the time he reacted, it was too late. He felt a searing pain in his groin, making him grimace and suck in cold air. "Y-you… cheap shot!"
Tang Bao'er hadn't expected to hit her mark. Seeing him doubled over in pain, she giggled. "Not so tough now, huh? Still think you're good at everything?"
"Little brat! Do you want me to be *sterile*?!" Wu Yifan ground out through clenched teeth.
Rebellious as she was, Tang Bao'er blushed at "sterile." The word was too blunt, too intimate. She'd just wanted to vent, not cripple him. But pride kept her from backing down. "Y-yes! I want you sterile! What are you gonna do about it?!"
Wu Yifan took several deep breaths, the pain easing slightly. Being attacked like that—*and* by someone so arrogant—ignited his own anger. He grabbed her slender waist, roaring, "I'll show you what I'll do!" He raised his hand and smacked her butt hard.
Tang Bao'er saw the hand coming and shrieked, "Pervert! Let me go!"
*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!*
Normally, Wu Yifan wouldn't have lost his temper, but Tang Bao'er's casual cruelty—*and* her嚣张 attitude—stung his pride. He hit hard, holding nothing back.
Tang Bao'er had never felt such pain. It was like her butt was splitting in two. Tears streamed down her face, her screams fading, but she still yelled defiantly, "Bully! Picking on a girl! Coward!"
Wu Yifan snarled, "Think you're tough? Arrogant? Unbeatable? I'll teach you there are people better than you!" He landed six or seven more smacks.
Tang Bao'er wanted to die. Being spanked in broad daylight—if word got out, her reputation would be ruined. Worse, passersby were staring, some even taking photos. She bit her lip, falling silent, her face turning ashen. She vowed silently: *I'll make you pay. I'll make you beg.*
After two dozen smacks, Wu Yifan let go. Her death glare made him slightly uneasy—what if she told her parents? But he still snapped, "Still got something to say? Learn your lesson? Maybe now you'll stop acting like a tyrant."
Tang Bao'er's small fists clenched, her silence louder than words.
Fearing she might snap and attack, Wu Yifan waved dismissively. "That's your punishment. Don't bother others. I'm leaving." He turned to go.
"Wu Yifan," Tang Bao'er's voice was icy, "I swear I'll make you regret this."
"Please. I'm not interested in a flat-chested kid like you. Stay away. I don't want people thinking I'm gay." Wu Yifan couldn't resist one last jab.
"You—!" Tang Bao'er screamed, "Just wait!"
"I won't. My girlfriend would get jealous." Wu Yifan's tone turned suggestive.
Tang Bao'er's face turned green. Why did every conversation with him turn dirty? As if she *wanted* something to happen. She squeezed her fists, then pulled out her phone.
Wu Yifan headed for Infinity, but his phone rang. He frowned—only a few people had this number. Who else? He checked the caller ID: unknown. Curious, he answered, "Hello?"
"Brother Wu! Help me! Please! I've been kidnapped!" A girl's desperate whisper came through, muffled as if she feared being heard. It was none other than the big star, Ding Shihan.
Wu Yifan's face went pale.