GBT Chapter 2

Jiao Bai watched helplessly as the number of friends on his account increased from 1 to 8.

→My Friends 1/8

The protagonist and important supporting characters of this comic are all inside.

Currently, only Qi Yi Liao is online.

Whether a friend is online or not is probably calculated based on range. Qi Yi Liao is right next to him at the moment.

Jiao Bai scanned the four list groupings.

→This Lifetime’s Fate 0/0

→Never Fail This Life 0/0

→Guardian of Lifetimes 0/0

→Unforgettable Lifetime 0/0

Jiao Bai felt dizzy. He was starting to not recognize the characters “life” and “world.”

It wasn’t as good as the previous group names. At least “My Boyfriend” was literal. What are these now? Is there a difference between those four notes???

Jiao Bai blinked, and his account disappeared, replaced by a long list of player instructions.

In summary, all of Jiao Bai’s friends would be grouped according to their level of activity with him, automatically.

If his progress was too slow, a forced mission would be activated directly.

When each group in the list had someone, completely full, Jiao Bai would be able to fully grasp control of this body and live the life he wanted.

Jiao Bai secretly rolled his eyes. He wanted to get away from the main storyline as soon as possible. Now it’s all over.

Take it one step at a time.

Can’t he still view friend profiles? These are all cheat codes.

Jiao Bai used his consciousness to bring up the account and found that Qi Yi Liao’s profile picture was made up of two blocks, one of which occupied two-thirds of the space. It was a cat, its fur pale and lusterless, its pupils pure gold. Its eyelids drooped, and it had a red collar around its neck.

Something seemed off. He stared intently and couldn’t help but gasp.

That wasn’t a collar, it was a thin wire, tightly strangling the cat’s neck. The bright red color was its blood.

Jiao Bai involuntarily reached out. His fingertips brushed past the dust, as if he really touched the cat. It was a furry, cold touch. He suddenly came back to his senses and realized that Qi Yi Liao’s profile column was a lock, prompting that an activity level of 50 was required to unlock it. Currently it was 0.

“…” Cheat code my ass.

Jiao Bai observed the other block of Qi Yi Liao’s profile picture. It was too small to see what it was.

Does the profile picture represent the person’s inner self?

Jiao Bai’s focus shifted to the 0 activity level. It seemed that the activity level wasn’t based on the number of conversations, but maybe it required a heart-to-heart collision?

Jiao Bai backed away, his eyes fixed on the list. When he retreated to the door, Qi Yi Liao’s profile picture turned black like the other seven friends, accompanied by a prompt: Your friend Qi Yi Liao has gone offline.

He moved forward a little, and the prompt changed to – Your friend Qi Yi Liao is online.

After several attempts, Jiao Bai roughly grasped the distance, about five meters.

Jiao Bai stole a glance at Qi Yi Liao on the sofa. Fortunately, it only required activity, not intimacy, otherwise it would be even worse.

After all, he had a hidden rebellious streak. He wasn’t someone who would suffer in silence. Over the years, his aunt gave him the cold shoulder, and he would find opportunities to make her unhappy.

He could never expose his belly to anyone defenselessly, letting that person stroke his fur.

Jiao Bai saw Qi Yi Liao pick up his water glass, his gaze turned towards the tea canister not far from him. He moved his feet and handed the tea canister over.

Qi Yi Liao put down his water glass.

Jiao Bai lowered his head. He was standing, Qi Yi Liao was sitting. However, he couldn’t see any large pectoral muscles. Qi Yi Liao wore the bathrobe with the air of an old monk’s cassock.

“Chairman Qi, I’m leaving now. Shen Ji will blame me.” Jiao Bai felt nauseous from his own affected tone. He swallowed.

Qi Yi Liao said, “I’ll give him an explanation.”

Jiao Bai blurted out, “If you give an explanation, it’s unrelated to him blaming me. These are two different things.”

The airflow brushing his cheeks seemed to freeze. The consequence of this subconscious retort…

Is it too late to take it back?

Jiao Bai wasn’t an actor, only he had worked out his own survival The way. He covered his mouth and stifled a yawn, physiological tears welling up in his eyes, looking like he was about to cry: “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s good for me. Chairman Qi, please don’t be angry with me.”

Qi Yi Liao showed no sign of caring. His tone was still gentle: “I shouldn’t interfere in your affairs. You better talk to Old Shen.”

Jiao Bai wanted to force a wry smile, but his emotions weren’t right, and it sounded strange. He shut his mouth and remained silent.

“This child is really…” Qi Yi Liao shook his head. He seemed to be dealing with a willful child, quite helpless.

Jiao Bai glanced at the list. His and Qi Yi Liao’s activity level was still 0, unmoving, as if it were dead.

A few moments later, Jiao Bai’s thoughts were disrupted by a series of ringtones. The ringtone was played by an ocarina, and the quietness of the room highlighted its desolation and loneliness.

“Answer the phone.” Qi Yi Liao seemed to think the ocarina sound was too noisy. While reminding him, his expression also darkened slightly.

Jiao Bai composed himself, walked to the table, picked up the phone and saw that the caller ID was Li Jue, the protagonist shou. The ocarina sound was what he played.

Most of this comic was from Li Jue’s perspective. The opening was his life in the countryside. This episode was about him being tired of doing homework. He leaned on the old desk by the window and spaced out for a while. He grabbed his coat and ran out, all the way to the village chief’s house to borrow the phone to call his Xiao Qiu gege. This led to the scene where Jiao Bai’s body, the original Wang Chuqiu, was on the phone with him in the “Di Ye” room.

Just one panel.

The picture showed Qi Yi Liao standing by the window wiping his hair. The original owner was kneeling at his feet, one hand holding the phone, one hand on his half-unbuttoned shirt. He listened to Li Jue on the other end of the phone, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. It was as if with just one word from Li Jue, he could offer his life and soul.

Now that panel’s content has changed.

Qi Yi Liao was sitting on the sofa typing on a laptop. Jiao Bai wasn’t kneeling, nor was he unbuttoning his shirt. He held the phone with his back against the wall, his eyes turning nimbly and vigilantly.

Jiao Bai’s mood was complicated. As a protagonist-con, every time he read a comic, he loved the protagonist. Now he listened to the boy’s voice on the phone, and he couldn’t bring himself to love it.

The original owner would be killed by a car tonight. A few days later, the protagonist shou would come from the countryside to collect the body of this childhood neighbor. He would accidentally meet the Slaggong Shen Er’an, and the story of a three-ton dog-blood abusive romance would officially begin.

The character Wang Chuqiu in the comic was a fucking tool person.

“Xiao Qiu gege, when are you coming back to see me?” Li Jue’s voice was small, mixed with suppressed sobs, pitiful, he said, “I miss you.”

Jiao Bai was worried about every step he would take next, and he was suffering from a fever, both physically and mentally. He didn’t have the patience to coax the protagonist shou, and said perfunctorily: “It’s hard to say, I’ll talk about it when I have time.”

Li Jue stopped sobbing and asked sensitively, “Are you very tired from work?”

Jiao Bai: “…”

“Xiao Qiu gege, why do you have to work so hard? You can’t earn all the money,” Li Jue’s mutterings were filled with complaints, “I told you but you don’t listen. You’re supposed to be at an age where you’re reading books, but you have to go to work in other places. You will definitely regret it in the future.”

“Don’t send me any more money, I don’t want it!” Li Jue paused and called out briefly and angrily.

Jiao Bai’s teeth ached. The money the original owner made selling himself was all given to his white moonlight. He was even afraid he would be worried, so he specially divided it into small portions to send.

Terrible.

Jiao Bai sneered silently. If he doesn’t want it, then don’t. Your Xiao Qiu gege is going to start saving money for running away one day in the future.

There was a strand of smoke in his breath. The string in Jiao Bai’s mind tightened. The comic revolves around the protagonist. It seemed that tonight’s follow-up was revealed through Li Jue listening in on the wall in the third-to-last or fourth-to-last episode, including who was the Dog comparison in the driver’s seat of that black car.

Jiao Bai hung up the phone and glanced at the wall on his left. There was no sound at all next door. The soundproofing was really good. He didn’t know what round Shen Ji was on.

He looked at the time on his phone. It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. How did the original owner stay until late at night under Qi Yi Liao’s repeated urging?

“Chairman Qi, I’m leaving.” Jiao Bai decided to extract himself from the passive situation little by little. He wanted to do some experiments to see what hidden situations there were.

Qi Yi Liao was working at his desk with his head down and a cigarette in his mouth. There was a light-colored cinnabar mole on the left side of his nose bridge, sexy and handsome: “Okay, be careful on the road.”

Jiao Bai opened the door with his lips pursed. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Qi Yi Liao was one of Shen Ji’s friends, the head of the Qi family in West City. Was he really so approachable? Bullshit.

It could only be said that, as of now, Qi Yi Liao was more of a person compared to Shen Ji.

Jiao Bai didn’t care about the bodyguards outside. He just glanced at Qi Yi Liao’s right-hand man, Zhang Zhen, in the friend’s online notification sound.

This person was also on his list. It was unclear which group he would be assigned to.

Jiao Bai took a few more glances at Zhang Zhen’s profile picture. It was some colorful blocks, some large and some small.

If they were pieced together…

Wouldn’t it be candy?

Zhang Zhen didn’t give Jiao Bai a single look. He looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose with his heart. His skin was so tender that water could be pinched out, and his fist was so hard that it could smash a cow to death. Jiao Bai thought to himself that this was a great beauty walking on the tip of a knife.

He didn’t know if Qi Yi Liao ate grass near his nest.

Jiao Bai’s pace gradually quickened. He was still thinking about how to avoid the black car waiting for him outside “Di Ye” when he was grabbed into a room.

“Why are you only here now? Didn’t we make an appointment for eight o’clock at the washroom? You’re deliberately making me wait, right? Hurry up and serve me!” The young man was in a hurry. “Damn it, when An ge’s dad finds him a stepmother and lets you go, I’ll take care of you. I have a lot of money.”

These words had no credibility. The young man was hot-blooded and obviously just wanted to get laid quickly.

As for after getting laid, there was no after, just a plaything.

Jiao Bai was furious. So this was the hidden part. That night, Qi Yi Liao didn’t touch the original owner. He was caught here and played with before being let go…

What was the name of the young man grabbing his hair?

Jiao Bai narrowed his eyes and looked. Oh, he remembered. This kid was called Liang Dong, he was Shen Er An’s best friend.

Later, Liang Dong was one of the members of Li Jue’s deep Affectionmale supporting character group.

Jiao Bai felt that his body temperature was even higher. He couldn’t stand steadily, and hot breaths came out of his nose: “Come closer, look at me.”

“What are you doing,” Liang Dong was pressing Jiao Bai down. When he heard this, his face was full of disgust. “You don’t want to kiss me, do you? Has your brain been kicked by a donkey? I’ll eat your stinky saliva…”

Jiao Bai hugged Liang Dong’s head and pulled him closer. Under his confused gaze, he bent his leg and pushed his knee upwards hard.

He ran away after pushing.

Jiao Bai saw stars and returned the same way. In front of him was Qi Yi Liao coming out of the room.

Behind him was Liang Dong, clutching his legs and covering his crotch, gnashing his teeth and with a ferocious expression, looking like he was going to kill him. When he saw Qi Yi Liao, he looked like a little rat seeing a jackal and tiger, his face full of fear. He turned around and ran away.

Jiao Bai closed his eyes. Now he was a piece of fish, anyone could decide how to cook him. A series of curses emerged in his heart.

At this node, a large amount of memories that did not belong to Jiao Bai rushed into his mind. He slammed on the brakes and moved forward firmly.

The original owner was a pushover, only knowing how to accept everything that came his way. Whatever was fine. No matter what fate gave him, he would not resist, thinking that it was better to do nothing than do something. That was his way of life.

But now it was Jiao Bai who was using this body, and his way of dealing with people would be different.

When he was still a short distance away, Jiao Bai swayed and fell to the ground. He crawled towards Qi Yi Liao little by little.

The original plan was to take the opportunity to hitch a ride with the other party and leave, but he overestimated his body’s stamina. Before he could crawl far, his eyes went black and he fainted.

Qi Yi Liao rubbed his eyebrows: “Go knock on the door.”

Zhang Zhen responded, walked to the door next door, knocked a few times, and announced in a measured tone: “Mr. Shen, Young Master Xiao Qiu has fainted.”

There was no sound.

Zhang Zhen glanced at his master. He found Xiao La Jiao’s number in the “202308” group classified by year and month, dialed it, and asked the other party to turn on the speakerphone and repeat the sentence.

“Don’t care, throw it anywhere.” Shen Ji’s indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, with a bit of panting, mixed with a sickeningly high-pitched cry.

Shen Ji’s response didn’t surprise Zhang Zhen and the bodyguards. They had seen many scenes like this. The Old Lady of the Shen family had said that the person lying on the ground was one of the candidates for Mrs. Shen.

And only one of them.

Besides, even if she were really Mrs. Shen, so what?

Zhang Zhen had just bent down to pull the person on the ground when there was a hot touch in his hand.

The person woke up, with a high fever.

Jiao Bai grabbed Zhang Zhen’s hand tightly. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and rough, very harsh: “Little brother, are you going to send me home?”

Zhang Zhen met those burning red eyes and couldn’t help but be surprised. Given this person’s situation, shouldn’t he be desperate to the point of numbness? How did he feel a constant stream of vitality and hope from those eyes? Zhang Zhen was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help but nod: “…Yes.”

He came back to his senses, glanced at the young man who had passed out again while still holding on to him, and was a little dazed. How did he agree just now?

And why did this person call him little brother?

It was clear that they had only met for the first time during the day. At that time, the other party followed Shen Ji with his eyes downcast, not even greeting him when he saw him.

Zhang Zhen wanted to pick up the person on the ground.

Qi Yi Liao was condescending, his eyebrows with the usual gentleness, he said: “A Zhen, stay away from dirty things, don’t get yourself dirty.”