GBT Chapter 21
by VolareDamn it, this late at night, is Shen Er An dead? How could he let this old thing in?
How did he get in? Did he get the spare key from the landlord, or did Shen Er An open the door?
Jiao Bai thought the latter was unlikely.
Although the young Shen Young Master’s wings were still very weak, his father was like a dark and towering mountain in front of him, a height he could not reach at this stage.
But the current Shen Young Master has a red heart and hot blood. He wouldn’t treat a roommate who blocked an iron bar for him like this.
He would have to send a message in advance to let him know.
[Your friend is online]
“…” Jiao Bai found an outlet for his anger, and he started spraying at the assistant, “He’s been standing next to my bed for who knows how long, and he even picked me up, and only now you’re reminding me?”
[Server latency is too high.]
Jiao Bai: “Can you change the server? If you had reminded me earlier, I wouldn’t be so dumbfounded.”
[Each player is assigned a server for one-on-one monitoring. If a player wants to change servers, they need to purchase it with points. Points come from the player’s task completion.]
[Player Jiao Bai, current points: 0.]
Jiao Bai: …
You don’t say?
The situation was difficult. Jiao Bai’s mind was confused one moment and clear the next, the two colliding fiercely, causing his face to wrinkle.
Shen Ji clipped his cigarette and approached Jiao Bai, his cold voice full of pickiness: “You reek of medicine.”
Jiao Bai breathed on him.
Shen Ji disgustedly tossed him back onto the hospital bed.
Tossed back…
Tossed…
Jiao Bai was in so much pain that he was dazed, and all kinds of chaotic curses and screams were blocked in his throat. He only shed physiological tears, all over his face.
The person on the hospital bed had wet cheeks and a twitching, reddish nose, overflowing with pitiful and fragile breath. Shen Ji coldly and ruthlessly looked down, his son’s tears couldn’t get special privileges from him.
“Are you going to walk yourself, or am I going to drag you?”
Jiao Bai clenched the fixing belt in front of him in pain: “Drag your… mother… ”
He couldn’t even curse properly. Jiao Bai sobbed, and as he sobbed, the pain intensified, a vicious cycle that made him want to hit the wall.
“Fuck your mother… Shen Ji… you won’t live for many years… you won’t die peacefully…” Jiao Bai was in so much pain that his mind was not clear, and he didn’t know what he was cursing. He trembled and crawled to the bedside table, opened the drawer and grabbed the painkiller.
Shen Ji was slightly drunk and his hearing was normal. It was the first time in his life that someone called him by his first name and cursed him to die early and not die peacefully. His face was covered with a suffocating coldness.
This was a dog that would bite, with sharp teeth.
And it could bark. It barked fiercely, with wolfishness in its bones.
For a moment, a brutal murderous intent burst out in Shen Ji’s body. Just as he wanted to strangle the dog’s neck, a trace of agitation floated from deep in his cerebral cortex.
The agitation roamed through Shen Ji’s blood vessels, and he was slightly distracted, remembering the intention of coming here.
Shen Ji closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing temples vigorously a few times. When he looked at the little dog pouring pills into his mouth again, the hostility between his brows faded a little.
The glance that the little dog gave him when he fell on him during the car accident had appeared in his mind several times, each time without warning, without logic, and unprecedented.
Especially last week, after the assistant reported what he had found to him, the frequency with which he remembered that look was even higher, even when he was dealing with official business.
Shen Ji’s measure was to have someone bring Jiang Yan to the company and torture him in various ways all afternoon.
However, the effect was minimal.
—A small thorn was stuck in something of his.
Shen Ji believed that that thing was his lust, or desire to conquer, desire to control, desire to inflict pain. He had encountered a small accident at the age of nearly forty and was pricked by a thorn.
And the thorn fell from an inconspicuous little toy.
Tonight, the assistant asked where he was going. Shen Ji finished a cigarette and said an address. He believed that he could no longer let it develop and had to pull out that thorn as soon as possible, crush it, and throw it out of his world.
So Shen Ji appeared here.
Of course, this also had to do with him being drunk. Alcohol can dilute a person’s rationality and principles, and unleash a person’s nature and desires.
The air in the room was thin and humid, wrapped in the tranquility before the arrival of a continuous winter rain.
Jiao Bai took the painkillers and panted rapidly by the bed. He regained some reason. He couldn’t bother to dwell on what he had cursed when he was confused by the pain. He only focused on figuring out how to solve the immediate trouble.
In just a few seconds, Jiao Bai’s rapidly spinning mind froze, because the old thing’s activity level had soared from 37 to 45.
This meant that with just 5 more activity points, the old thing’s personal information column would be unlocked for Jiao Bai.
It also meant that there might be important information in the information column to deal with the old thing.
A big bait was placed in front of Jiao Bai.
Eat it or not?
Of course, eat it!!!!!!
Jiao Bai made a decision in a very short time. He wanted to get those 5 activity points without breaking his ass, obtain the old thing’s information column permissions, and then slip away.
“Assistant, how many activity points do my eight friends need to reach to be automatically grouped?” The normal value was 100, but what if it only needed to reach the passing line of 60? Jiao Bai was dreaming.
[It must be full of hundreds.]
Okay, the dream was shattered, the eggs were broken. Jiao Bai asked in his heart again, “What standards are used to assign friends to groups?”
[The purity of activity points.]
Jiao Bai: “…” Asking was equivalent to asking in vain. Purity was not something that could be seen with the naked eye.
[Purity is in the player’s heart and is determined by the player.]
When Jiao Bai came back to his senses, his long, sweaty hair was grabbed, and he was forced to raise his head. The water-filled eyes instantly concealed the color of thought, and the increased anger and vigilance aimed at the old thing above.
Shen Ji pressed the hand holding the cigarette on his drooping, flushed eye tail: “You broke three ribs to save my son. Shouldn’t I, as a father, express my gratitude to you?”
Jiao Bai adjusted his breathing and inhaled in small sips. Shen Ji should only have asked the assistant to check which school he was in and where he lived, without checking his every aspect in detail. Otherwise, the fact that he and Qi Shuang colluded would most likely be exposed.
Shen Ji was fatally injured by being too confident, thinking that everything was under his control and could not escape his palm.
Even if he learned that the person next to his pillow had made many small moves behind his back, he wouldn’t care.
This was the real reason why he could have that ending in the comic.
Jiao Bai’s scalp tingled. The surge in activity points between him and Shen Ji that night at Good Place building foreshadowed this day. It was just that the other party came later than he expected.
It seemed that he originally wanted to ignore or suppress the interest in him, but he didn’t succeed.
Jiao Bai saw the activity points start to move. He watched it rise to 45.7 without blinking, suspended in the air in front of his eyes.
The Pikachu on Shen Ji’s profile picture narrowed its round eyes, staring at Jiao Bai without blinking.
It was very domineering.
“No need, Shen Young Master has already thanked me.” Jiao Bai didn’t pay attention to Pikachu anymore. He turned his head to its master.
Shen Ji’s fingertips moved down from the little dog’s wet and hot eye tail, brushed past his flushed cheeks, and stopped on his bitten lip: “I still want to thank you.”
Jiao Bai was weak all over and had no strength to struggle. He supported his body and smiled falsely, the amplitude of his mouth opening and closing was very small, guarding against the hand prying at his mouth.
“You’re too polite, really no need.”
Shen Ji said coldly: “How should I thank you?” He tightened the fingers that were inserted into the little dog’s hair, raising the person to his eyes, “You cried in pain when I tossed you on the bed, what else can you do?”
The arc at the corner of Jiao Bai’s mouth disappeared, get lost, you old bastard, I can’t do anything, not even a missionary!
Shen Ji released the hand that was touching his lips and smeared the blood on his wet and shiny eyes: “Let’s give you some anesthesia, it won’t hurt after the injection.”
I-i-i-injection of anesthesia? Jiao Bai suddenly froze. Were those human words? No, the old thing was not human, he was just a pile of shit!
Calm down, don’t panic, calm down, Jiao Bai comforted himself while recalling the plot of “Broken Wings”, and found that the comic didn’t say that Shen Ji had special hobbies when he was drunk.
Furthermore, Shen Ji has always liked the people in bed to have energy and be able to keep up with his rhythm. Wouldn’t being anesthetized just make him a piece of meat? Obviously not.
Shen Ji noticed that the person he was holding had several emotional ups and downs. Not only was he not frightened, but he could calm down so quickly.
Fresh.
Shen Ji wasn’t experiencing this feeling for the first time. It was all concentrated in the second half of the year, coming from the same little toy.
Shen Ji’s voice, soaked in the smell of tobacco, let out a laugh with unclear meaning: “Jiao Bai, a new name that’s quite appetizing.”
As he said that, he dragged the person off the bed and towards the door.
Jiao Bai didn’t use his remaining strength to call for help. He was very clear that the current Shen Er An couldn’t save him, and neither could the neighbors in this building.
In South City, the Shen family was the head of all the families, and Shen Ji had absolute authority.
Jiao Bai didn’t like to wear socks when he slept. At this moment, he was barefoot and dragged away by Shen Ji, scraping on the cold ground, which was very uncomfortable.
The most painful thing was the injury on his back.
The whole person was like he was facing the pain of being torn apart, with a violent tearing sensation permeating between the flesh and bones.
Jiao Bai breathlessly kept accounts in the small notebook in his heart, Shen Ji added another item to the crimes he had suffered.
The living room was very quiet, Shen Er An was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed.
Jiao Bai only had time to glance at him before Shen Ji dragged him through the living room.
Shen Ji strode towards the gate, the kid on the sofa was quite alert, but unfortunately he was just a little waste who could only fold paper and draw.
That good-looking skin that was sought after by his classmates was still inherited from his father.
“Shen Ji’s son” would be his highest achievement in his life.
Shen Ji opened the door.
The cold wind swept wantonly over Jiao Bai’s sweaty body.
“Stop, stop…” Jiao Bai was in too much pain, his consciousness was already a little blurred, “Chairman Shen, where are you taking me?”
Shen Ji looked down through the smoke, his mature and cold eyes narrowed, his expression dark and unclear, as if he had never thought about that question.
At this time, he finally had a bit of drunkenness.
“You want to play with me?” Jiao Bai revealed his little tiger teeth, “It’s not necessary, right? Don’t you look down on me? If you play with me, wouldn’t you be slapping yourself in the face?”
“Sharp-tongued.” Shen Ji’s large palm touched the young man’s soft and thin waist, his palm stroking upwards, touching the rib fixing belt, feeling his tension and trembling.
Shen Ji stroked the skin and bones on his back expressionlessly, and pressed down on the broken rib.
At the same time, Shen Ji’s right arm felt pain. He glanced indifferently at the little dog who was tightly biting his flesh.
Sure enough, it was too wild and hadn’t been domesticated. When he was about to die, he still knew how to fight back so quickly.
Shen Ji’s suit jacket was in the car, he only wore a shirt and vest upstairs, blood quickly seeped out from the fabric of his shirt, he didn’t care, just stared at the red on the young man’s lips with a subtle and dangerous look.
The young man’s face was too pale and his lips were too bright. The strong color contrast caused a dizzy feeling.
Shen Ji smelled the bloody smell, the speed of blood flow in his blood vessels began to accelerate, and his throat burned. He slowly lowered his head, getting closer and closer to the little dog who was shaking from the pain and whose pupils were a little scattered, but still wouldn’t let go.
The bloody smell was mixed with the smell of medicine.
Very strong.
Just as Shen Ji was about to touch the source of that smell, the lips and teeth biting his arm loosened.
Shen Ji maintained the posture of bending over and approaching the person who had fainted, with a rare blankness in his thoughts.
What did he want to do just now? He pondered for a moment and realized that he couldn’t find the answer, and there was no trace to be found.
Then he wouldn’t look for it, it wasn’t important.
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