Fang Chen paced anxiously in his room.

He didn’t know if Seth had transferred the wrong amount. The key was that he didn’t have Seth’s contact information and had no way of finding him.

Fortunately, after a few seconds, the phone rang.

He quickly answered. Before he could speak, the man on the other end apologized first. “Sorry, we had a training match today that ended pretty late, so I’m only just transferring the money to you now.”

It was clear from the sound that the man on the phone had just finished exercising. His voice was slightly hoarse, his breathing a bit heavy. Coming through the receiver, it was as if he were right next to his ear.

Fang Chen was stunned for two seconds before coming back to his senses. He quickly said, “It’s fine, but did you transfer the wrong amount? I received one hundred thousand dollars.”

“It’s not the wrong amount.”
Seth had actually wanted to transfer more but was afraid of scaring him off in one go.

In the locker room, the man sat on a bench, his upper body bare. After a match, sweat trickled down his body, sliding through the crevices of each abdominal muscle.

“Is it convenient for me to come find you tomorrow?”

Fang Chen spoke warily, “For what?”

“To deliver a small gift as an apology.”

“That’s not necessary,” Fang Chen refused outright. “The money you transferred is already a lot.”

His tone sounded calm, but inside, his inner self was about to jump for joy.

One hundred thousand dollars!!!
He wouldn’t have to work part-time for the rest of the year!!
As expected, even the crumbs dropped from a rich man’s fingers were enough for him to live on!

“It is necessary.” Seth knew the art of negotiation. His tone wasn’t overly forceful, nor did it sound subservient. He just slowed down slightly, sounding very sincere, making one subconsciously obey.
“Not only did you get a scare, but you were also tied up all that time. I feel very guilty.”

If anyone else had heard these words, their jaws would have dropped. When had Seth ever spoken to someone in such a gentle tone?

But tone was one thing, and actions were another.

While Seth was apologizing, he opened his locker. Inside, there was a small furball and a crumpled tie.

Unfortunately, Fang Chen couldn’t see this scene.

He hesitated for a moment. After all, Seth was a big shot who transferred a hundred thousand dollars at a time. The gift he brought would surely be valuable.

Who could say no to money?

“Alright, I’ll be working at the pizza place by the school gate tomorrow. Do you know that shop? The one with the red sign.”

“I know it.”

“Okay.” Fang Chen paused, feeling the silence was a bit awkward. “Then… see you tomorrow?”

Seth said in a low voice, “See you tomorrow.”

Having made a strange agreement with someone just like that, Fang Chen stared at the darkened screen, feeling that something was odd.

Wasn’t Seth being a little too approachable?
It seemed different from the rumors.

Fang Chen’s class schedule for the week wasn’t too packed. He had almost no classes in the morning, so he went to the pizza place early.

Jamin was also there.
It was unclear what good fortune he had encountered, but he was beaming with joy, wiping tables with a small towel and humming a song.

Fang Chen went over and asked curiously, “Did you win the lottery?”

Jamin’s eyebrows danced. “Almost. The hunk I met at the party the day before yesterday has such good waist strength. You have no idea what I did that night…”

Fang Chen quickly made a gesture. “Stop!”

Knowing Fang Chen wasn’t that open, Jamin threw up his hands, skipped the in-depth topic, and then said excitedly, “The most important thing is, he’s from the WK Boxing Club! He promised to get me tickets to Seth’s match!”

Hearing the name “Seth,” Fang Chen shivered all over.

“By the way, Little Chen, did you sell your watch?”

Fang Chen coughed guiltily. “I sold it.”
For one hundred thousand dollars.

Seeing Jamin was about to ask again, Fang Chen quickly pushed him forward. “Alright, alright, no more chatting. We’ll get our pay docked again.”

Fang Chen usually only delivered food during the peak lunch rush. When he wasn’t delivering, he helped out in the shop.

He took the orders for two tables. The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
The only person who would contact him today was Seth.

For some reason, Fang Chen felt a sense of guilt. He secretly walked to an empty corner before answering the phone.

“Are you busy?” On the phone, the man’s voice was deep, as if pouring right into his ear. “I’m outside the shop. Is it convenient for me to come in and find you?”

“No, I’ll come out to find you!”

“Alright, it’s the same car as that day.”

After hanging up, Fang Chen took off his apron and, while no one was paying attention to him, quietly slipped out.

Seth’s car was parked across the street. Fang Chen quickly ran over, opened the door, got in, and closed the door, all in one smooth motion.

The next second, a paper bag was handed to him.
“Consider it a gift,” Seth said. “Again, I’m sorry about that day.”

“You’ve already said sorry many times.”
Fang Chen held the paper bag and looked up. “Can I open it and see?”

“Please.”

The paper bag was light. Fang Chen secretly guessed what might be inside. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, it was several tickets packaged together.

“This is…”

“Is it too presumptuous?” Seth looked at him with deep eyes. “Can I invite you to come see my match?”
“I got a few tickets. You can give them away or sell them if you want. I just want you to keep one and come see my match.”

Fang Chen was speechless, unable to say a word for a moment.
He never expected Seth’s gift to be this. He even regretted being so impulsive last night and agreeing so easily.

“This…” Fang Chen hesitated, looking a bit flustered. “This is a bit too valuable.”

Seth looked into his eyes and said, “It’s just a few tickets. I grabbed them on my way.”

The gift was already in his hands. It seemed impolite to push it back. Fang Chen could only bite the bullet and say, “Thank you, then I’ll accept them.”

The two had met up just to deliver the gift. Now that the gift was received, Fang Chen had nothing more to say. Holding the bag, he felt quite awkward.

Fortunately, Seth seemed to notice and didn’t keep him long. He glanced pointedly at his watch, and Fang Chen took the opportunity to say, “Then you go ahead. I also have things to do at the shop, so I’ll be leaving.”

Just as he was about to open the car door, he suddenly heard Seth say his name.
“Fang Chen.”

This time, the pronunciation of his name was almost without any awkwardness.
Fang Chen turned his head in surprise and saw Seth give him a slight smile. “How was my pronunciation this time?”

After two seconds, Fang Chen said dryly, “Very good.”
His suggestion was, since Seth wasn’t short on money, he might as well hire a Chinese teacher. It would be better than repeatedly practicing his name to improve his Chinese.
It was really strange.

After returning to the pizza place, Fang Chen clutched the paper bag tightly and walked quickly to the staff room, stuffing the bag directly into his own bag.
After all, one ticket was three thousand dollars.
Rounding up, this was a huge sum of money.

After delivering food at noon, Fang Chen used the excuse of having class in the afternoon to ask for leave from the boss. In reality, he rushed back to the dorm holding his bag.
As soon as he returned, he went into his bedroom, took out the tickets, and laid them out on the table one by one.
Three thousand dollars, six thousand dollars…
There were eight tickets in total!

The little money-grubber’s eyes were shining.
Alright, he had promised Seth he would go, so there were seven left. Jamin had also helped him a lot during this time, so subtract one more.
Even so, Fang Chen estimated he could sell them for nearly twenty thousand dollars.

He sat happily on the chair, swinging his legs. He picked up his phone, took a picture of the tickets, and posted them on the platform.
It had only been a few days, and his income was already so high.

Fang Chen lay back on the bed, holding a ticket and flipping it over and over. This wasn’t Seth; this was basically his God of Wealth.

As the ticket in his hand swayed back and forth, Fang Chen suddenly paused and squinted his eyes to look closely.
The light from outside shone in. A corner of the ticket became semi-transparent, and a red dot-like mark could be faintly seen.

What was this? An anti-counterfeiting mark?
Fang Chen remembered what the man had said about people secretly selling fake tickets. Since they could be sold, they must be made to look real. Could this anti-counterfeiting mark also be imitated?

Just then, his phone rang. Fang Chen immediately put the ticket aside. It was a message from Jamin, saying he wanted to have dinner with him tonight.
Fang Chen thought about it. It was a good opportunity to give the ticket to Jamin. He would definitely be happy. So he happily agreed.

Both of them were broke, so they could only afford fast food. They decided on a burger joint for dinner.

While waiting for their food, both of them spoke at the same time, “I have something to give you!”
In unison.

Both were stunned for a moment.
Jamin laughed and spoke first. “I got two boxing match tickets. Let’s go watch together!”
He took out the tickets and slapped them on the table with a flourish.

Fang Chen’s expression was a bit strange.
He silently took the tickets out of his bag. “Actually, I also came to give you a ticket.”

The two were silent for a moment, then both laughed.

Shoving a ketchup-covered fry into his mouth, Fang Chen asked curiously, “Did that person you mentioned give them to you?”

“Yes, it was him.” Jamin raised an eyebrow. “His name is Chuck. We’re dating now.”

Fang Chen frowned. “But you just met. Do you know him?”

Jamin tilted his chin up. “As long as it works well down there, it’s fine.”

“…”

“Hey.” Jamin advised him. “You should be more open, do more happy things, enjoy life. Isn’t that good?”

“Good…” or not?

“If you want, I can introduce you to two guys. They’ll definitely make you happy.” Jamin made a gesture with his hand to indicate the length. “Such a long!”

Fang Chen quickly shook his head. “No, no.”

Jamin shrugged regretfully.
In his opinion, Fang Chen’s conditions were so good. An Asian boy with black hair and black eyes, delicate and small, would surely be very popular. It was just a pity that because he was so thin and small, he felt he would get hurt easily.
After all, between men, actions could be quite rough.

“Then where did your tickets come from?”

Fang Chen was drinking Coke. Hearing Jamin’s words, he coughed violently, almost spitting it out.
How did he get them?
Seth Bolton gave them to him.
If he said it out loud, Jamin would probably think he was crazy.

He stammered, “A friend gave them to me too.”

Jamin sensed something was off, narrowed his eyes, and prepared to press further.
Fang Chen quickly changed the subject. “You said that Chuck, is… is he in the logistics department? Then did he get these tickets for free? Since I also have one, you can take this extra one and sell it for money.”

“His name is Chuck!” Jamin propped his chin on his hand. “But he gave this to me. Wouldn’t it be rude to sell it?”

Fang Chen, who had just sold six tickets in one go, said guiltily, “I don’t think so.”
“You should put the ticket away quickly, don’t lose it.”

Fang Chen handed the ticket over. As his hand was suspended in mid-air, the light from the side of the table shone on it, and he paused.

Just as Jamin reached out, he saw Fang Chen “swoosh” and pull the ticket back, holding it up to his eyes.
“What are you doing?”

Fang Chen didn’t say anything, but his brows were furrowed tightly.
How strange. Why was this ticket different from the ones Seth gave him? The corner of the ticket didn’t become transparent when held up to the light, and it didn’t have that red dot.

Could it be—
A fake ticket?

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Author’s Note:

*Irresponsible Little Theater

Fang Chen didn’t like wearing slippers at home, nor did he like laying carpets, so he often ran around barefoot.
Seth told him off several times, but he acted as if he hadn’t heard.
Until the man caught him barefoot again.
That night, Seth coldly counted how many times Fang Chen had been shoeless in the past month, and then used his feet to pleasure him that many times.
The next day, the soles of Fang Chen’s feet were rubbed red. Let alone going barefoot, he didn’t even dare to get out of bed.
This bad habit was cured from then on.