TWWMABMTBH Chapter 86

“Damn, damn! Can Ji Shu secretly hear us talking!” The system started making a fuss before Rong Ziyan could.

Rong Ziyan was also a little confused, because “little gay” was usually a nickname the system gave to Ji Shu. Yet here Ji Shu was, tugging at Rong Ziyan’s sleeve, monopolizing his attention, acting all coy and flirtatious. It was clear he was as bent as a mosquito coil and wanted to bend Rong Ziyan, this steel-straight man, along with him.

With two little demons, one in his head and one in front of him, Rong Ziyan was on the verge of collapse. Finally, he decisively chose to deal with Ji Shu first and blocked the system in his mind.

System: WTF! Aren’t you a straight man? Why choose the little gay?!

Rong Ziyan couldn’t care less, he needed to settle Ji Shu down first. So affectionate and straightforward, and a bit of a drama queen. He didn’t need to imagine it, if he didn’t stop him, he would surely make a scene that would reach the heavens.

Ji Shu blinked, looking at Rong Ziyan’s hand, which had taken the initiative to support his arm. He leaned into Rong Ziyan’s embrace, his eyes full of smiles, not a trace of tears left.

“Crying and laughing, aren’t you tired?”

“A little sleepy.” Ji Shu’s muddled voice came from Rong Ziyan’s chest, and the next second he actually fell asleep.

It was normal, really. He hadn’t fully recovered from his illness, and he had been running around with Rong Ziyan all day. An eight-hour car journey was a lot for anyone, even Rong Ziyan who was in good shape. Let alone for Ji Shu.

Sighing, Rong Ziyan changed his position, picked Ji Shu up from the sofa, and settled him on the bed. As for the matter of him having saved Ji Shu, he didn’t ask further.

Regarding the past, Rong Ziyan had gradually remembered some things over the past few days. Although he hadn’t recalled the specific events, he could deduce the time when he and Ji Shu had met.

Six years ago, Rong Ziyan was just starting his second year of high school. He remembered that one Sunday, his dormitory was robbed. They stole the tuition fee he had saved for the next semester and a brand new school uniform he hadn’t worn yet.

Rong Ziyan was injured in the head at the time. When he regained consciousness, his memory was a little blurry. He could remember that there was also a young boy who was smaller than him that was attacked. But he couldn’t remember the details.

Later, the case was left unresolved. Rong Ziyan lost his tuition fees and also owed a large sum of medical expenses. He worked incredibly hard during his summer break and forgot about trying to recall that memory.

System: So, it’s all this little gay’s fault that you were unlucky!

Rong Ziyan couldn’t help but laugh: Don’t talk nonsense. Maybe without him, I would have run into something else.

Rong Ziyan knew his own character very well. Back then, when he was in such a difficult situation, he could still reach out to help Ji Shu. Either that person was a hundred times more pitiful than him, or he liked the person so much that he would rather endure hardships to save him.

Now it seemed that either reason was quite suitable for Ji Shu.

He couldn’t help but reach out and brush away the hair that had fallen across Ji Shu’s forehead. Rong Ziyan tucked him in, then went to the kitchen to make food.

The system sighed: Rong! You’ve really fallen!

Rong Ziyan was confused: I am a living person, not a system, I have to eat.

System: …

It was a complete case of talking past each other, and the system didn’t want to talk to this stubborn straight man anymore. Rong Ziyan hurried to call Old Wu and ask what kind of food would be suitable for Ji Shu to eat.

The conclusion was that it had to be liquid and light.

Rong Ziyan thought for a while and decided to cook some millet porridge. Although it was simple, it was better than Ji Shu feeling uncomfortable after eating.

It only took half an hour to cook the millet porridge, from the time the millet went into the pot to the time the porridge was ready to eat.

Rong Ziyan hadn’t even had time to turn off the stove when he heard footsteps from outside. He turned around and saw Ji Shu, holding a pillow and looking lost, standing there.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Rong Ziyan frowned, disapproving, but was pounced on by Ji Shu.

“Why isn’t the little doctor turning on the lights? I’m scared…” Ji Shu’s voice was soft and laced with accusation.

Rong Ziyan was silent for a moment, then peeled Ji Shu off him and reminded him, “Ji Shu, it’s not dark yet.”

Ji Shu, who was expecting to say something else, swallowed his words back.

The system laughed so hard it could lose its head. Ji Shu hugged his pillow, sitting on the sofa and sulking. It wasn’t until Rong Ziyan had finished preparing the food that he cheered up again.

“The hibiscus tent is warm in the spring night, and from then on, the monarch doesn’t attend the morning court.” This poem is quite vivid.

Being stuck with a clingy little goblin in the bed, Rong Ziyan, who always had a strict schedule, finally slipped up.

At 9:30 in the morning, Rong Ziyan looked at Ji Shu nestled in his arms and the medicine pills on the bedside table that he had prepared for Ji Shu to take in the morning, feeling a bit confused.

He clearly went to bed quite early yesterday and had slept for nearly 12 hours. Normally, after sleeping for so long, he would be completely awake. But listening to Ji Shu’s even breathing, Rong Ziyan actually had the urge to lie back down and sleep for a while.

The system brought up an old subject: Rong, you really have fallen.

Rong Ziyan spoke righteously: Don’t talk nonsense. Short rest is for a longer journey.

System: So the Zhou family’s affairs are over, when are you sending this clingy little gay away?

Rong Ziyan fell into silence.

System: You don’t actually want to send him away, do you?!

Rong Ziyan: Wasn’t it you who told me to find a partner?

System: I told you to find a girl, not to get involved with another guy!

Rong Ziyan very accurately repeated the system’s careless words: Rong, you will never find a girl in this life, you might as well be gay!

System: … I’m going into shut down, don’t talk to me.

And so, on this perfectly good morning, the system and Rong Ziyan had another falling out.

When Ji Shu woke up, Rong Ziyan made him take his medicine and eat. By the time they finished, it was already past eleven.

Rong Ziyan thought for a while and decided to just go to the lab in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, at the lab, Boss Fat, who had been waiting for Rong Ziyan all morning without seeing him, had angrily slammed his folder several times. It wasn’t until he saw Rong Ziyan arrive in the afternoon that his expression improved.

Then he turned around and saw Ji Shu clinging to Rong Ziyan.

“You! Come out!” Boss Fat grabbed Ji Shu by the scruff of his neck and pulled him off Rong Ziyan’s back.

Ji Shu was about to speak when Boss Fat cut him off, “Ziyan, I have something to discuss with him, you go ahead and do your work.”

Ji Shu and Boss Fat were uncle and nephew. Rong Ziyan didn’t suspect anything, so he didn’t ask any more questions.

And so, the annoying little goblin finally left, and Rong Ziyan was able to calm down and continue his previous project.

During this time, although Rong Ziyan was under protection, and it was inconvenient for him to go to the lab and follow up, he completely organized all the experimental samples he had collected during his trip, and remotely directed Luo Xia and the others to focus on cultivating and observing the samples.

Rong Ziyan was always very meticulous about his academics. By the time he had finished organizing his work, it was already evening.

After taking off his lab coat, Rong Ziyan pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a little tired.

Outside the door, Ji Shu was sitting on a chair with a coat draped over his shoulders. When he saw Rong Ziyan come out, his beautiful peach blossom eyes lit up with excitement. He shook the thermos in his hand and said, “Little Doctor Rong, it’s time for dinner!”

Looking at a beautiful person under the lamp was always easy to make people’s hearts flutter. Rong Ziyan didn’t speak, but instead looked at Ji Shu carefully for a while. He suddenly felt that the words of the ancients made a lot of sense.

Ji Shu was always the most considerate. Seeing Rong Ziyan staring at him, he proactively leaned closer, making it easier for Rong Ziyan to observe him more directly.

Rong Ziyan didn’t back away, but reached out and took the thermos from Ji Shu’s hand. He led him towards the dormitory, clearly accepting Ji Shu’s attempt to share his bed again.

Ji Shu, however, took his favor for granted, and asked Rong Ziyan with a smile, “Little Doctor Rong, why have you been staring at me all day today?”

Rong Ziyan was also very direct: “Because you look good today!”

“That’s right,” Ji Shu immediately became smug, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, “When do I not look good?”

But what he never expected was that Rong Ziyan actually fell silent and began to recall Ji Shu’s previous appearances, trying to find a precise answer for Ji Shu.

Even Ji Shu was stunned by this suffocating straight man behavior.

However, after five or six minutes, Rong Ziyan still hadn’t spoken.

Ji Shu probed to the bottom, demanding an answer.

“None.” Rong Ziyan sighed helplessly, “I thought about every time we met and spent time together. You really look good every day.”

Rong Ziyan’s words were earnest, and every word was from his heart. Ji Shu’s ears turned red, and he was unusually at a loss for words.

A straight man flirting with a gay man was just too unfair.

The food that Old Wu sent was clearly made for Rong Ziyan, a good balance of meat and vegetables, with a good color, smell and taste. While the only thing Ji Shu could eat was some dark medicinal porridge. Even across the table, Rong Ziyan could smell the bitterness of it.

But Ji Shu didn’t care at all. With his beloved little doctor Rong, even if it was bitter as gall, he could eat it without changing his expression.

After dinner, Rong Ziyan took Ji Shu to the yard for a walk to digest their meal.

As they chatted, they talked about Rong Ziyan’s previous experiences when he went outside to investigate and collect samples.

Ji Shu seemed to be very interested in this and was full of longing. But Rong Ziyan had only been to two places, so he had very little to talk about. After he finished explaining the general details, it was almost time to go back, so Rong Ziyan and Ji Shu went back to their room.

Rong Ziyan went to take a shower first. When he came out, Ji Shu was leaning against the desk, looking at the little trinkets that Rong Ziyan had brought back from his trip.

Some were things that Rong Ziyan thought were interesting and had bought as gifts for people, and some were gifts from the local villagers.

While drying his hair, Rong Ziyan walked to Ji Shu’s side and saw him fiddling with the items, and casually asked, “Do you like these?”

“Not really.” Ji Shu shook his head, “I’m just curious if little doctor Rong has brought me a gift from his trip.”

He, he really hadn’t. Rong Ziyan was instantly silent.

Ji Shu tilted his head, looking at Rong Ziyan, his voice a bit disappointed, “You didn’t?”

It was obvious that if Rong Ziyan said no, this spoiled brat would immediately start to make a fuss.

The system was gloating: Rong! You’re going to die.

However, Rong Ziyan’s survival instincts were strong. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he took out a screaming little yellow chicken from his system inventory and placed it in Ji Shu’s hand.

“Here!”

Ji Shu, who had already been worked up and ready to make a scene, took it unconsciously and squeezed it. The little chicken cheerfully sang, “Little white rabbit, white and white, its two ears stand up…”

It was very upbeat and full of energy.

The author has something to say: Ji Shu: I never thought that the first gift I received would be a chicken.

Rong Ziyan: Yes! Who could have thought that the Heavenly Path’s lottery could have this use.