GBT Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Xiao Ji scurried away, but he abruptly stopped after only running a short distance. He twisted his neck to look around, whimpering a few times in fear and unease, as if begging for forgiveness.

Jiao Bai felt sorry for the art student. He was clearly traumatized. Making money wasn’t easy.

Every industry was difficult.

Jiao Bai more deeply felt the eerie strangeness of this castle and the difficult nature of Qi Yi Liao.

The art student’s actions clearly indicated he knew there were surveillance cameras around. Jiao Bai had sensed them even before that. Qi Yi Liao’s bedroom probably had a wall of monitors, and he was sitting in front of them now, watching with excitement or boredom.

Jiao Bai wasn’t afraid of the scene at the bedroom door appearing on camera. He could be curious, playful, toying with the art student. Anyway, he was Shen Ji’s man. Daring to challenge Shen Ji, he could do some reckless things.

What Jiao Bai was worried about was the extent of Qi Yi Liao’s perversion.

A gentle knife strike was certain.

He just didn’t know in what way that knife would be wielded. He couldn’t judge, making it difficult to prevent.

The art student’s posture when he ran revealed something: Qi Yi Liao hadn’t touched him.

The pain was because of a wound on his back.

Jiao Bai narrowed his eyes. Most of the bloody, abusive, and tragic BL stories contained heavy elements. Although “Broken Wings” didn’t have scenes of cutting off hands and feet to use as urinals, it did feature ruptured internal organs, poisoning and muting, dragging behind a horse, creating a bed of filth…

These were basically all done by Shen Er An. Compared to him, the main “slag gong,” the supporting “slag gongs” had little room to maneuver. But none of them were good people.

Regarding the source of Xiao Ji’s injury, Jiao Bai guessed at one possibility, and he felt worried for himself.

The most important thing right now was how to get rid of Aunt Liu, who wasn’t far away.

Jiao Bai chose to respond to all changes with constancy.

In this strange atmosphere, the sound of an engine rang out outside. This time, Shen Ji was really here.

Jiao Bai glanced at Aunt Liu’s receding figure.

When he was following the comic, he and other fans had speculated about Qi Yi Liao’s selection criteria. It wasn’t appearance, so what was it?

Now he seemed to have an answer.

It was the voice.

Because that was the only thing Jiang Yan and Xiao Ji had in common besides gender: they both had rare, captivating voices.

Shen Ji’s words on the plane flashed in Jiao Bai’s mind.

“The ‘exchange toy’ game was my idea. Could he have let you into his room if he didn’t agree?”

“What do you think was the reason he didn’t want you to serve him later?”

Shen Ji was about to continue, but Chen Yi Ming, that lackey, risked his life to stop him.

Because the second half involved Qi Yi Liao’s privacy. That was something that couldn’t be known to the outside world.

Jiao Bai cleared his throat twice. The vocal condition of this body was neither good nor bad, and sometimes it sounded okay, depending on the state.

According to Shen Ji’s furious revelation, Qi Yi Liao had agreed to exchange partners that night at Di Ye because he felt the original owner was barely usable, so he had kept him. As for what the voice was used for, Jiao Bai still didn’t know.

Qi Yi Liao had wanted to use the original owner that night.

However, shortly after entering the room, the original owner developed a fever and hoarseness, making his voice unpleasant.

Qi Yi Liao lost the desire to continue and told him to leave.

The original owner didn’t leave. He didn’t dare to without Shen Ji’s orders. So he took off his clothes and lay on Qi Yi Liao’s large bed.

That was the point when Jiao Bai came in.

This realization made everything clear. Jiao Bai heard several footsteps, steady, languid, or reserved, approaching from the distance. The footsteps echoed in the empty, quiet castle. He looked up.

Several figures were coming this way, led by Shen Ji, followed by Chu Dong Shan and his little boyfriend, Chu Xiao Li.

Chu Dong Shan followed his old friend’s gaze: “Lao Shen, is that the kid you brought over?”

Shen Ji unbuttoned his coat without speaking.

“Not bad, taught him well. He even knows to come out and wait for you,” Chu Dong Shan teased.

Shen Ji’s footsteps faltered slightly, and the scratches on his face felt hot.

Jiao Bai’s gaze skipped over the old cucumber and glanced at the flamboyant leather-clad man.

Chu Dong Shan, the darling little son of Master Chu who was born late in life. He was different from Qi Yi Liao and Shen Ji; he didn’t need to inherit the family fortune and lived a carefree life.

The comic mentioned that Chu Dong Shan had been moved twice.

Once was at this stage.

Jiao Bai saw Chu Dong Shan hugging the boy, kissing him a few times with a grin.

The boy playfully twisted Chu Dong Shan’s ear. He was a charming person who knew how to be spoiled and had someone to dote on him.

Jiao Bai didn’t remember his name, only that they had a tragic ending.

Because Chu Dong Shan was Li Jue’s male supporting character number three. He fell in love with Li Jue, which was the second and last time he was ever moved in his life.

He died in the gunfight at the entrance of Lan Yi Zhai, his eyes still fixed on the direction where Li Jue was chasing after Shen Er An.

Jiao Bai looked at Chu Dong Shan again. He was the leading tragic male supporting character in this comic.

Chu Dong Shan, who was about to cross over, let go of Chu Xiao Li and stepped forward to remind his old friend, “Lao Shen, you need to manage your man.”

Shen Ji: “What is it?”

“He’s staring at me,” Chu Dong Shan said awkwardly. “I know I’m handsome and dashing, but his gaze is so direct…”

Before he could finish, the person next to him shook him off, striding across most of the corridor, heading straight for the young man who was still looking at him.

Chu Dong Shan rubbed his chin, hugged Chu Xiao Li, and smiled flirtatiously.

Seeing Shen Ji approaching with a face full of hostility, Jiao Bai turned around and went back to his room without saying a word. Before the door could be closed, it was grabbed by a hand and pushed open.

Shen Ji strode in and picked up Jiao Bai with one hand.

Jiao Bai’s ribs hurt, and at the same time, a smell rushed into his nostrils. He scoffed with disdain. Chen Yi Ming had said that this old bastard was going to pick someone up and had emphasized it twice, acting like a dog hoping to be rewarded.

But what was the result?

A body full of sweet perfume.

Screw that.

Jiao Bai was once again glad that his mission wasn’t to pursue love or anything like that. Once he completed his mission, he would go to Bei Cheng, which had no mission targets, or go abroad, and stay far away from these people.

Shen Ji frowned. He held this puppy in his hand, but he felt like it was about to run out of his grasp.

Where would it run to?

Without wings, it couldn’t fly out of Nan Cheng.

Seeing Shen Ji lower his head, slowly approaching with half-closed eyes, as if he was about to kiss him without realizing it, Jiao Bai felt a little suffocated. He calmly said, “My film check-up report…”

Shen Ji paused.

He was about to do this kissing pose for the second time. The last time was in his son’s apartment. It was also toward this puppy.

Jiao Bai ignored the disgusting look of confusion on the old thing’s face. He tugged at the corners of his bloodless lips: “Director Shen, if you continue like this, not only will I not improve in two weeks, but I’ll get worse. Then you might as well play with yourself.”

Shen Ji didn’t know which word in that sentence angered him, but he pulled the person closer and coldly breathed, “Are you made of paper?”

Jiao Bai was in so much pain that he couldn’t speak. Qi Yi Liao, that mysterious and troublesome hypocritical old pervert, even knew not to force him to tour the graveyard and let him rest early.

The old thing in front of him was truly something else.

Shen Ji noticed Jiao Bai trembling. Annoyed, he threw the person onto the bed.

But at the moment he did so, he unconsciously reduced his strength.

He still placed the person on the bed.

But Shen Ji had never broken a rib, nor did he have a weak and sickly body. He didn’t know that even with such a release, Jiao Bai still bit his tongue in pain.

Shen Ji could only think that he had served someone for once, and didn’t even get a nice face.

This unhappiness came quickly, blocking his heart without a place to dissipate. Shen Ji slammed the door and went out in a rage.

Standing outside the door, Shen Ji took out a cigarette case with one hand and pressed the lighter with the other. The dog kept by his side had to have teeth, but not bite, or else he would die young.

Shen Ji paused his action of lighting a cigarette. Where did the perfume smell come from? He smelled his coat, and his expression darkened. At the airport, he had encountered a young man who had rushed into his arms for a while, and it had somehow rubbed off on him.

Lao Chu’s little boyfriend used a lot of things, mixing various fragrances together. He had walked with them, so he hadn’t noticed the smell on himself.

Soon, Chen Yi Ming called that young man and told him to throw away all the perfume. If he was caught spraying it again, he could get lost.

Chen Yi Ming hung up the phone and entered the tea room: “Chairman, I’ve taken care of everything.”

Shen Ji leaned back in the chair, smoking and exhaling.

Seeing this, Chen Yi Ming retreated. The chairman was inviting trouble, what could they do? Nothing.

“Lao Shen, did you manage it?”

Chu Dong Shan’s lazy voice came from outside. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a matching bracelet. He was covered with happiness from head to toe. There was a small tooth mark on his chin.

Shen Ji told him to get lost.

“Why are you so angry?” Chu Dong Shan hooked a chair and sat down, resting his legs on the table. “Unhappy private life?”

Shen Ji didn’t admit it, but the coldness radiating from him intensified.

Chu Dong Shan’s handsome face was full of interest. He had guessed this when they were on the phone. Who would have thought that his old friend would be troubled by things in bed?

“If you’re not happy with the way that kid you brought serves you, just change one,” Chu Dong Shan didn’t think it was a big deal. “Anyway, you’re just looking for a way to relieve stress, not a little partner to fall in love with. Why make yourself uncomfortable?”

Shen Ji finished one cigarette and lit another without stopping. It was obvious he was annoyed and irritable, trying to suppress it with nicotine.

Chu Dong Shan swayed his legs. “To be honest, compared to the little pets you’ve kept in the past, the quality of that kid has dropped significantly.”

Shen Ji didn’t speak.

“The key is that he’s not honest. He even dares to seduce me. What does he want to do, sow discord between us brothers?” Chu Dong Shan feigned anger. “That won’t do, he must be severely punished.”

Shen Ji’s face twitched. Severely punished? Just mentioning it caused a near-death experience. How could he punish him?

Chu Dong Shan chatted with Shen Ji in the tea room for a while, then went to play billiards across the way. Just as the two of them were getting interested, Aunt Liu came in.

Aunt Liu spoke softly, “Mr. Shen, Mr. Chu, before you came, someone went up to the third floor. He’s the person Mr. Qi chose this month. Usually, he stays for about half an hour.”

She adjusted her breathing, paused for a moment, and said, “Tonight, he only stayed for a few minutes.”

Shen Ji put down his cue.

Chu Dong Shan put the ball back on the table.

The two of them exchanged a look, both seeming to realize the seriousness of the matter. They stopped playing billiards and went back to their rooms.

Soon, the entire castle fell into silence, without a sound.

It was as if they were afraid of waking up a dangerous beast that could explode at any moment, break free from its restraints, and lose control.

Jiao Bai woke up and it was already dawn. He washed up and went out to look for breakfast, but after walking for a long time, he didn’t smell any cooking fumes. The castle was too big. During the day, the eerie feeling was gone, replaced only by a priceless aura of luxury.

Jiao Bai was walking while leaning against the wall. Only when his hand rubbed against the wall and felt hot did he hear the notification that his friends were online.

Two friends. Also a pair of lovers who met a tragic end in the original story.

Qi Yi Liao was the first to notice Jiao Bai. When he looked over, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs looked like they were about to burst. But his expression was still as gentle as ever.

The combination gave people a sense of something accumulating, about to reach its limit, a terrifying sense of repression.

“Xiao Bai, why are you here?” Qi Yi Liao frowned and pressed a button on the edge of the table.

Aunt Liu appeared in the dining room.

Qi Yi Liao clasped his hands on the table: “I told you to bring breakfast to Xiao Bai. Did you?”

Aunt Liu revealed an expression as if she had just remembered: “I was too busy this morning, I forgot.” She apologized to Jiao Bai, her attitude the same as when they first met last night.

Jiao Bai smiled and said it was okay. Who didn’t know how to put on a show?

This Aunt Liu was clearly blaming him for being restless last night and deliberately didn’t bring breakfast.

Look at her master, acting like nothing had happened.

Her methods were still lacking.

Jiao Bai sat down next to the pillar. The castle was so magnificent and imposing, its visual effect was amazing, but the dining table wasn’t as long and wide as the ones in movies.

It was just an ordinary family table for eight people.

Jiao Bai’s eyes were drawn to the light-colored cinnabar mole on the left side of Qi Yi Liao’s nose bridge. It was broken, with a bit of blood, from where he had scratched it.

In Qi Yi Liao’s many fan illustrations, that small mole was sexy and erotic, either with a lip print or a bite mark.

Fans loved it to death.

Jiao Bai moved a bowl of porridge in front of him. Whether it was the popular supporting character Qi Yi Liao, or Shen Er An, who attracted fans because of his beauty despite being abusive, or Shen Ji, who was abusive and old but had an early domineering CEO style, or Zhang Zhen, who was aloof and refined in the chaotic and cruel upper class, or those two beauties who weren’t online, none of them were his type.

He liked Qi Zi Zhi.

Okay, he didn’t like him either, he just coveted his body, he didn’t have any other ideas.

Jiao Bai took a sip of porridge, thinking, I am destined to be single.

That’s fine too.

If he really had a physiological need, he would find a compatible f* buddy, simple and easy, and live a long life.

The table was very quiet.

Jiao Bai raised his face, which was hanging in front of the bowl, and found that everyone, old and young, was looking at him.

“What?” Jiao Bai asked inexplicably.

Shen Ji’s face was terrifyingly cold: “Do you think I’m dead?”

Jiao Bai understood.

If the sugar daddy didn’t eat, the little toy couldn’t touch the chopsticks.

So what?

Bite me.

Jiao Bai glanced at the two friends who were online.

Pikachu was standing with its hands on its hips, scolding him. Its coat was wrinkled, and who knew how long it would wear it before changing it.

And White Cat?

White Cat was…

Closer.

Jiao Bai met the gaze of the White Cat, who was looking up at him at some point. You’re going to die.

The White Cat seemed to hear the voice in his heart. Its dull white fur trembled slightly.

Jiao Bai thought: If you really want me to save you, then meow for me.

The White Cat didn’t react.

Jiao Bai picked up a side dish and ate it. The gazes on him were full of smiles, bone-chilling coldness, amusement, and shock.

Chu Xiao Li really couldn’t believe it. With several big shots present, that big brother was calmly eating breakfast. He was really amazing.

Jiao Bai only had one life, and it was a picked-up one. He didn’t dare to rashly fight an egg against a stone. He could use the avatars of his two friends, or else he would also be afraid.

“Lao Shen, the porridge is getting cold,” Qi Yi Liao said, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Shen Ji’s anger was about to let it burn. Thinking of his situation, the anger subsided.

Urgent and chaotic footsteps approached from the corridor leading to the gate. A man in a suit ran into the restaurant in a hurry, clutching his phone: “Master Qi, sorry to disturb your breakfast, but Brother Zhang insisted on being discharged from the hospital and wouldn’t listen to reason. We really can’t do anything about it.”

Qi Yi Liao put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a wet towel, and took the phone: “A Zhen, why are you in such a hurry to be discharged?”

Zhang Zhen, who was on the other end of the hospital, glared at the brothers guarding him while sitting up and turning on the speaker for Third Brother. “I have nothing to do lying down.”

Qi Yi Liao’s tone was gentle: “Then how about I buy you a few pounds of yarn so you can knit scarves for your brothers for the winter?”

“Pfft—”

Jiao Bai spat out a mouthful of porridge. He had just changed seats, and Shen Ji, who was sitting next to him, was splattered with a few grains of rice.

Chu Dong Shan threw down his chopsticks, pulled out his chair, picked up Chu Xiao Li and said, “Baby, I’ll take you out to eat.”

Chu Xiao Li was stunned and was half-carried out of the restaurant.

Chu Dong Shan left quickly. His two old friends, one in bad condition and the other about to erupt like a volcano. He thought tonight’s sea trip would be cancelled, but he didn’t expect both of them to say it was okay.

Then so be it.

Everyone was busy, and it took time to play together. Since they were all together, they should relax.

Restaurant.

Jiao Bai was calm and composed.

Because Pikachu didn’t breathe fire, nor did it stand with its hands on its hips. It first slumped on the ground, then fell backward, putting on an expression of “I’m so angry!”

“Once on the plane, now once,” Shen Ji realized that his tolerance had increased after one night. He didn’t kick the table or throw the person outside. He sat for a while without expression and threw a box of tissues over. “Wipe it clean for me.”

Jiao Bai pulled out a few tissues.

[Player Jiao Bai’s second forced mission is about to be launched, please be prepared.]

Jiao Bai said excitedly: “Come on, quickly.” Activity, here I come!

[Mission location: Lan Mo Mansion.]

[Mission target: Qi Yi Liao.]

[Mission content is being extracted, extraction completed.]

[Please sit on Qi Yi Liao’s lap within three minutes, finish eating a fried egg, and ensure that Qi Yi Liao cooperates during that time and does not push you away. Also, Shen Ji, who witnesses all of this, does not hit you while you eat the egg.]

[Countdown of 180 seconds, start.]

Jiao Bai: “Okay, fine.”

Goodbye, I’m going to dig a hole in the backyard to bury myself. Bye-bye.

Jiao Bai quickly wiped the rice grains off Shen Ji’s clothes and smiled at him: “Director Shen.”

Shen Ji heard the puppy call him that in a non-hypocritical tone for the first time. To be honest, it still wasn’t comfortable.

“If you have something to say, say it. Stop disgusting me,” Shen Ji said, withdrawing his legs, which had been stretched out to his side, under the table and crossing them.

“It’s like this, my ribs really hurt,” Jiao Bai said seriously. “They really hurt.” He pouted. “I’m still young and don’t want to suffer for the rest of my life.”

Shen Ji looked at his lips, which were stained with rice soup, and his throat went slightly dry: “So?”

Jiao Bai smiled: “That’s it, I’m just telling you.” So you better be gentle when you start later!!! If I become disabled, I’ll be the first to bite you to death, you old thing!!!

He didn’t know if Qi Yi Liao would still be so refined and composed as to stop the old thing for him and control the situation.

Probably not.

Qi Yi Liao wouldn’t even let him sit on his lap.

Jiao Bai closed his eyes to adjust his emotions. Living was indeed the most difficult thing. Since he had moved into this body, it must be his. He had to obtain permanent control of the body and gain freedom, and he had to work hard to complete any task.

There wasn’t much time left.

Jiao Bai touched the rib support belt on his chest. Friend, the time to test your quality has come.

He also looked at Pikachu and White Cat. Please, you two, please be more lively, so I can see your masters’ mental activities clearly.

Shen Ji really couldn’t do anything about this puppy now. Seeing that the other party suddenly stood up, his temples jumped: “What are you doing again?”

Jiao Bai smiled without saying a word.

Don’t ask, asking is just courting death.

Jiao Bai walked around the table towards Qi Yi Liao, who was still on the phone.