GBT Chapter 66

“He’s awake, ask him.” Jiao Bai was all too familiar with the dog-blood drama. No matter how sincere he was, Chu Dongshan would only believe what Li Jue said.

Jiao Bai only hoped that Li Jue’s fever would subside, and that he would be clear-headed when answering Chu Dongshan’s questions, not forgetting this or that again, not speaking completely, triggering a messy dog-blood chain reaction.

“Give the phone to your master,” Chu Dongshan said. His wording wasn’t intentional; in their circle, too many people treated them as masters. That was their environment.

Before Jiao Bai could retort, the phone was snatched away by Qi Yi Liao.

“Dongshan, Xiao Bai and I aren’t in an employer-employee relationship,” Qi Yi Liao said, leaning against the storage cabinet. “He doesn’t accept a single cent.”

Jiao Bai wore a “what the hell are you talking about” expression. Am I not accepting a single cent? It’s just that you haven’t given it to me yet, okay?

Qi Yi Liao held out his hand to him, his palm containing the freshly opened cigarette pack and lighter: “Greedy cat, take it.”

Jiao Bai ignored the old pervert’s nickname, snatched the two items from his palm, and went to the side to satisfy himself.

When Jiao Bai took a puff of the cigarette, his soul seemed to float up.

He wasn’t addicted to cigarettes, he just wanted a taste.

Earlier last year at Good Place building, he had even gone to the back room of the lounge to inhale Qi Shuang’s secondhand smoke. Things really had changed.

Qi Zi Zhi was half-dead, and Qi Xiao must have been the one who drove Li Jue off the boat. After all, he didn’t have much screen time in the original story, nor was he acquainted with Li Jue, so he wouldn’t be affected by the other’s protagonist halo.

Who would have thought that Li Jue would encounter such a thing and enter the Chu family ahead of schedule?

Jiao Bai recalled the plot. Li Jue was unwilling to transfer to West City to study, so Chu Second Young Master found him an apartment next to Three Middle School in South City, visiting him every now and then, not forcing him, just feeling content by looking at him. The playboy turned into a infatuated and devoted man.

As for Cen Jingmo, the male supporting character number two, he hadn’t met Li Jue yet, and their plot was unlikely to be brought forward as well. After all, in “Broken Wings,” that was when Shen Er An was in charge of the Shen Corporation, at the height of his power.

Male number four, Liang Dong, was in the police station.

Male number five…

Jiao Bai thought about it carefully. Male number five was Shen Er An’s secretary, who went from being an observer to a silently guarding knight, feeling sorry for Li Jue and wanting to take him away, but Li Jue refused, saying that Shen Er An was his life. A fanatic.

Li Jue was the main axis of this world.

It was BE because Shen Er An was different from the scum gongs in other dog-blood comics. He was scum from beginning to end and never fell in love with Li Jue.

Therefore, their BE was that the two of them never fell in love in the end, rather than being separated by life and death.

Li Jue wouldn’t die.

Only then did Jiao Bai taste an unusual flavor. Among all his friends, the most troublesome was not Qi Yi Liao, but Li Jue.

Not Li Jue himself, but his protagonist halo.

Jiao Bai originally thought that as long as he expanded his social circle among the wealthy families, he could make Li Jue curious about him, thinking, “Wow, it can be like this.” Now he felt it wasn’t that simple.

Jiao Bai noticed Qi Yi Liao’s gaze and met it.

They looked at each other through the smoke.

Each stood in their own world and position, forming a strange sense of balance.

Qi Yi Liao smiled strangely, a fleeting expression.

Chu Dongshan asked on the phone: “Old Qi, that kid followed Old Shen, are you keeping him around? Do you need to say hello to Old Shen?”

“Is that necessary?” Qi Yi Liao said casually.

Chu Dongshan choked: “I just think Old Shen is quite…”

“What?” Qi Yi Liao seemed not to have heard clearly.

“Nothing,” Chu Dongshan stopped himself in time. He was about to hang up when he suddenly remembered something, “Isn’t your little aunt about to return to the country to find you?”

“It’s that time of year again…”

Before Chu Dongshan could finish speaking, a fragile and helpless “whimper” came from his side, like a furry little animal just born, so soft that people wanted to hold it in their hands and rub it.

Qi Yi Liao frowned and hung up the phone.