Chapter 26: Tyrant Illness
“Then let’s go.”
Jiang Xinian’s footsteps went clack clack. Shoulders level, legs long, his pitch-black, thick shadow swayed like a dangerous beast.
Walking fast, his face quickly submerged into the backlight. When frowning, his brow bone pressed down fiercely. If not for the glasses blocking it, Shi Huaibai estimated he would be startled by his ferocity.
“Where are you meeting?”
Shi Huaibai’s phone was rudely snatched away by Jiang Xinian: “Bai Mao Hotel?”
This was a sky restaurant located on the 120th floor. Dining there offered a view of City A’s most bustling night scenery. The French foie gras was quite famous.
Looking at it, the meeting place was quite romantic.
“Tch!” Jiang Xinian stuffed Shi Huaibai into the car, acting weirdly sarcastic: “Hurry up, isn’t your Pretty Senior Sister very anxious?”
Shi Huaibai turned his head first: “What about your doctor friend? Should we go pick him up first?”
Jiang Xinian’s face turned greener and greener: “You really care about her grandfather, huh.”
“Location sent. He’ll find his way over later.”
The car turned seven ways and eight ways. The traffic on the road was heavy. After arriving in the urban area, outside the car window was a stream of neon lights, beautiful, romantic, and dangerous.
Jiang Xinian was absent-minded in the car. He wasn’t an absolutely pure person to begin with, and his hands were actually dirty. Chen Xin wasn’t around recently, so Jiang Xinian had to do the dirty work himself.
The phone had a privacy screen.
Jiang Xinian maliciously told the other party the restaurant and location Shi Huaibai just told him. A moment later, Jiang Xinian put down his phone, fingertips slightly cold.
The phone screen flashed.
Jiang: [Lock them up.]
Whether scaring, intimidating, or other means.
These bad habits of noble academy students… Jiang Xinian couldn’t deny he had them too.
Having done the bad deed, Jiang Xinian smiled genially. His crossed legs swung casually, the red on the sole of his shoe like an excited, leaping flame.
Who cares what Pretty Senior Sister, who cares who booked the table.
He had always been elegant but lawless.
“Heard that restaurant’s foie gras is quite good. Want to try?”
Shi Huaibai had no appetite.
His mind was only on Aotian’s Godly Doctor friend.
After a long time, Shi Huaibai frowned slightly. He felt the car was driving in circles all the way. But on second thought, maybe he was suspicious; this was Uncle Wang, not a taxi, driving in circles wouldn’t earn a few more bucks.
Jiang Xinian kept watching his phone until he saw the reply in the chat box:
[Everything arranged.]
He knocked on the car window as a reminder. When he spoke, he dragged out his tone, sounding sleepy: “Uncle Wang, hurry up. Getting sleepy.”
The neon stream outside the window flowed faster. The engine hummed. The slight recoil caused Shi Huaibai to sink into the leather seat. Just a moment of dizziness, opening his eyes, the destination arrived.
Shi Huaibai never knew Uncle Wang could drive so fast.
Then why did Uncle Wang drive leisurely like walking a bird when sending him and Jiang Xinian to LB Academy before?
“Let’s go,” Jiang Xinian’s tone was inexplicably cheerful. his steps were lighter than usual. The glasses couldn’t hide the radiant look in his deep pupils.
Jiang Xinian came to this hotel often. Every time he came, the waiters would be discerning. He didn’t need a reservation, and the waiter wouldn’t ask him any questions.
Everything was a convention of the nobles.
The restaurant’s seating had different charging standards according to different areas. The seats by the window where one could directly view City A’s night scene were the top choice. Because they were expensive, they were often empty even without reservations.
But Jiang Xinian didn’t like that spot. Looking down, he could see the noisy city. Looking down from the 120th floor, everything was wriggling densely, disgusting.
The seat he sat in most often was actually the corner by the wall.
Quiet, background blank and vast.
In the silence and blankness, it was as if he was the only one living high above, always the protagonist of the picture.
Just as the waiter was about to lead Jiang Xinian to his usual spot, Jiang Xinian took a step ahead of him, walking straight to the open floor-to-ceiling window. He gently fiddled with the fake flower on the table and sat down elegantly: “This time there is a reservation. It’s this seat, right? Huaibai. Looks like your Pretty Senior Sister hasn’t arrived yet. Mind if I sit for a while first?”
Before Shi Huaibai could speak, this guy had grandly occupied the nest. He calmly flipped through the all-English menu, waved for the restaurant’s cellist to play a song for him right then and there.
He gently swirled the wine glass, Adam’s apple bobbing, enjoying a date that didn’t belong to him at all.
The food portion was small. Jiang Xinian picked up a fork and speared a piece of foie gras. The foie gras, coated in a thin sauce, was garnished with a bit of lemongrass. It melted in the mouth without being overly rich, leaving a lingering fragrance.
The foie gras was delivered to Shi Huaibai’s mouth, but Shi Huaibai was still in a daze: “Why hasn’t anyone come yet?”
Jiang Xinian’s hand holding the fork paused in mid-air for a few seconds. He smiled lightly, speaking insincerely: “Maybe late. Being late is really a bad habit.”
Damn it, does he care about his “Pretty Senior Sister” that much?
Over here, Shi Huaibai was already muttering with the System: [Why hasn’t the Godly Doctor friend come yet?]
System: […]
It only cared about how Jiang Xinian would react when he saw the cross-dressing F3 arriving late.
The System said meekly: [Host, why don’t you stop waiting and take a bite first?]
After all, the table is going to be flipped later.
Shi Huaibai was indignant: [Detestable, acting like a bigger shot than me!]
Seeing Shi Huaibai hesitating to take the foie gras in his hand, Jiang Xinian smiled, quietly put down the fork, and leaned forward slightly: “I’ll go find a place to smoke a cigar.”
He held the cigar in his mouth but didn’t light it, only expressionlessly feeling the vague taste on his lips.
Drinking poison to quench thirst.
His footsteps were near or far, extremely light, yet extremely heavy. It seemed he walked for a long, long time, not stopping even when the sound was no longer clear, extending infinitely.
Jiang Xinian walked straight out of the restaurant, took the elevator, and finally knocked calmly on the utility room door. The smile at the corner of his mouth was frivolous: He was also curious what exactly this “Pretty Senior Sister” Shi Huaibai constantly thought about looked like, and why she made Shi Huaibai dream of her.
The utility room door creaked open, and Jiang Xinian’s pupils shrank sharply.
Unexpectedly, the person opening the door for him wasn’t his subordinate. The moment the door opened, Jiang Xinian saw a ghostly green eye through the crack.
“Hahahaha… so it’s you!” Shen Chuimian behind the door suddenly burst into a fierce laughter, frivolous and exaggerated, carrying a scent of ridicule.
After the laughter, the two stared at each other almost angrily, veins popping on their hands, yet piling on smiles.
Shen Chuimian, this libertine, started talking to himself first: “Because I often cause trouble outside, my old man also prepared people for me outside. You know. Nouveau riche, underhanded methods. My subordinates are much more desperate than your carefully selected bodyguards, hoo…”
“Anyway…” Shen Chuimian shook his head. His flowing long hair hung to his chest, making him look more like a gorgeous, life-claiming ghost. Every word pierced the heart, every sentence fatal: “I won this bet. I did ask him out, Lord Chief. Should you get lost now?”
Shen Chuimian wore an atmospheric little black dress with faint grey stockings. Actually, his appearance wasn’t delicate at all; instead, it possessed intense aggression. But the mixed-race features made his external gender overlooked. Clearly having a straight nose bridge, he could give an androgynous feeling.
Obstinacy was highlighted vividly on him, like a thick, dark rose about to rot—no, a Chinese rose, not a rose.
This artist knew too well he was just a nouveau riche, different from people like Jiang Xinian who were high above since childhood even in the Noble Academy. He was just a… Chinese rose lifted onto the high platform of roses by power.
So, he could be more shameless than Jiang Xinian.
Shen Chuimian narrowed his eyes frivolously: “I asked Shi Huaibai out, so you should get lost.”
Jiang Xinian gave a cold sneer: “When did I agree with you?”
He was just like this—untrustworthy, gold on the outside but rotting cotton on the inside.
Jiang Xinian’s gaze suddenly became fierce. A low sneer hummed in his throat, eyebrows raised high, but the ends of his brows turned down provocatively, unable to suppress a laugh that was completely unreasonable: “Do you know why gifts and inheritances require a notary? It’s to guard against people like me who have no moral standards when no one else is watching.”
Jiang Xinian: “Dressed like this, you look like a clown.”
“Is that so?” Shen Chuimian instead patted the dust off his clothes. He was the most shameless, so he knew best how to deal with people like Jiang Xinian who cared about face every day. So he tossed his hair, not a word of truth coming out of his mouth: “You think this doesn’t look good? But Little Pretty thinks it looks very good, otherwise why would he be asked out by me?”
Jiang Xinian frowned: “…”
Does Shi Huaibai think… it looks good?
Does he like this type?
Then can I achieve being liked?
Can I abandon my dignity to request a liking?
Shen Chuimian blinked his playful eyes and laughed heartily: “You say, compared to you. A rich, more romantic one, one who knows how to make him happy better, which one would he like more? If I tell him other things you’ve done, what would he do, choose you or choose me? Jiang Xinian, I’m much more fun than you.”
“See you later. Looks like I won’t be eating this candlelight dinner.” Although Shen Chuimian didn’t get to eat dinner with Shi Huaibai, he disgusted Jiang Xinian severely.
Some seeds are buried in the cracks of feelings, widening the cracks. Eventually, no matter what kind of feelings, they will collapse.
Shen Chuimian’s black skirt swayed. He took a selfie. In the photo, he was flat front and back; the slate-like body curve actually relied on posing to look somewhat sexy.
Pretty Senior Sister: [Plans changed, can’t meet tonight, let’s reschedule next time.]
/
“Ding-dong…”
Pretty Senior Sister’s message notification sounded, but Shi Huaibai had no time or energy to manage other things.
Just after Jiang Xinian left, his Godly Doctor friend suddenly arrived.
Originally, Shi Huaibai was ready for battle, eager to try, but after seeing the other person’s face, Shi Huaibai’s brain short-circuited briefly. He swallowed his saliva and hissed softly: “Qian Liang?”
A person opposite rolled in front of Shi Huaibai. Both of their expressions went blank for a moment: “Why are you here?”
The System also had black lines on its head inside Shi Huaibai’s brain: [Do you guys know each other?]
Shi Huaibai knocked on his empty head, answering the System: [Colleague.]
System: [What colleague?]
Shi Huaibai: [Aotian colleague.]
The Long Aotian Department of the Transmigration Management Bureau wasn’t populous. He and Qian Liang were most familiar, often meeting at the Bureau.
Long Aotians were further divided into different branches. Shi Huaibai was obsessed with acting cool, but Qian Liang was different; Qian Liang was the chosen one of the “Hot-blooded Idiot” track.
Two Long Aotians were speechless relative to each other. After a long time, Shi Huaibai became alert first: [Could his mission be the same as mine?]
There can only be one Number One in the world!
Qian Liang could hear the communication between Shi Huaibai and the System. He was eager to prove himself: [My mission is to become the World’s Number One Godly Doctor.]
Shi Huaibai was instantly relieved. Then it was fine: [My mission is to become the World’s Richest Man.]
So the two hands immediately shook warmly, shaking up and down, minds full of reassurance about their future missions.
Beside a Richest Man, there must be a Godly Doctor friend.
And behind a Godly Doctor, there must be a life-saving grace to the Richest Man!!!
They should be best friends for life!
“Right, then how do you know Jiang Xinian?” Shi Huaibai asked weakly.
His Aotian colleague’s expression was magnificent and bright: “They said there was a small problem with the world line. The person who could save the future richest man disappeared from the world line, so they asked me to come save the richest man and become a Godly Doctor. Based on my prediction and the world line prompts, I know this is also a Noble Academy world line. The future richest man might be one of the F4.”
Speaking of this, Qian Liang was a bit ashamed: “So it was you. I thought it was F4 Wang Yuanfu.”
Speaking of this, Qian Liang talked incessantly: “Speaking of which, your academy really has a lot of mental patients. Just now Jiang Xinian called me over, saying maybe bandage a woman. And F4 is the most ridiculous. His illness is unheard of; he has a sickness where he can’t be touched by others, abbreviated as ‘allergic to people,’ and also has insomnia and dreams a lot, can’t sleep. I’m going bald; how is this an illness? It’s mental illness.”
The System had completely cracked.
It seems the Main System indeed has a problem; otherwise, why would two transmigrators appear in one world line?
And what does it mean F4 has mental illness?
The System Bobo quickly flipped through its data. Clearly, F4 has “Tyrant Illness.” Symptoms as follows: No one can touch him, but if the protagonist shou touches him, it’s fine. He also has insomnia, but can sleep if the protagonist shou lies next to him!
This is slander against F4!
Slander!
Shi Huaibai cleared his throat: “It’s just a tiny F4, not worth your worry. They are just my future four lackeys.”
System: […]
While Qian Liang and Shi Huaibai were cherishing each other, a burst of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from behind the System.
The System looked back. Jiang Xinian, looking lost, found his way back. He suddenly smiled at Shi Huaibai, then grabbed Shi Huaibai’s wrist viciously: “Go, let’s go home, go home…”
Speaking to the end, this guy’s voice suddenly raised: “Go home!”
Qian Liang froze in place: What happened to them?
Shi Huaibai was still a bit startled when dragged away by Jiang Xinian. Until he was grabbed into the car, Uncle Wang immediately drove away like the wind. Jiang Xinian’s breathing gradually became heavy, calming down after a long time: “Shi Huaibai, no talking to others from now on. Come to my side after class every day. Except with me, no going out alone.”
Shi Huaibai froze: “This is an extra charge.”
Jiang Xinian’s gaze was burning: “Adding money then?”
Shi Huaibai shook his head: “That won’t work either.”
He is the person who will become the future richest man.
How can he be bought out 24 hours a day?
Hearing this expected answer, Jiang Xinian smiled with relief: “Don’t agree?”
“You move back to the White Tower tomorrow.”
Jiang Xinian thought: I spoiled Shi Huaibai too much, so much that he doesn’t know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth. It’s time to let Shi Huaibai know that leaving me, he is still that impoverished special admission student who couldn’t afford the White Tower accommodation fee.
He believed Shi Huaibai would come back crying,
Begging to become a docile puppy by his side.
Author’s Note: After sending the Beagle away, the Beagle Keeper is even more broken. One thousand nutrient solution will trigger the author’s super coding speed, explosion update explosion update explosion update!
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