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Over there, Gu Ying was working hard, stacking boxes, shutting the door, and hanging a woven storage bag behind it. At last, she reclaimed a small space beneath the table and let out a long sigh of relief. She stumbled over, “Thank you, Mr. Si… let me handle the rest—ah.” Her gaze followed Si Zhiyan’s line of sight and paused for a moment. Si Zhiyan acted as if nothing had happened, looking away and focusing on the woven bag behind the door, smiling at Gu Ying. “It’s very nice.…
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In the darkness, the little cat purred contentedly, licking away, mouthful by mouthful. Ssshhh. Ssshhh. In the darkness, Gu Ying’s faint voice sounded: “In her room, there were piles and piles of boxes.” “She never knew what was inside them…” “The next day, she rushed downstairs, gently placed the small-bodied Milk Tea into her bike basket, rode her electric bike as fast as it could go, sped to the pet hospital. While riding, frantically making calls to ask, she finally found…
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Gu Ying gave a deep bow and handed over her resume. Si Zhiyan took it, looked it over carefully, and noticed that Gu Ying had won numerous awards in both undergraduate and graduate school—none of which he recognized. He felt somewhat embarrassed, so he cleared his throat, put the resume away, and said, “No issues. Let’s begin the interview.” “Ah…” Gu Ying looked a bit nervous, immediately straightening up and wiping her eyes vigorously, nodding firm and hard. “I just want to chat…
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Hm? Si Zhiyan’s gaze sharpened slightly. With Gu Ying and Milk Tea’s ghost tale complete—the story of the girl and the cat in the box gap—everything here should be settled. For a second event to suddenly occur, there was really only one possibility: Bian Xu must have triggered something, and successfully resolved it. Si Zhiyan chuckled softly.As expected of his most reliable partner. Back in the day, he himself had genuinely liked Bian Xu greatly. …Even though they’d only been…
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Half an hour later, the owners of the donkey sandwich shop stood rooted to the spot, stunned, gazing upwards in disbelief. In front of them was a vast, open floor. This was far more than two hundred square meters.It already had a basic interior fit-out. Comfortable, clean tables and chairs were arrayed in neat groups—not luxurious, but dignified, tidy, and pleasingly affordable. The kitchen in the back was designed as an open “show kitchen”—gleaming with beautiful metallic white, and not…
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Meanwhile, while Boss Qian was run off his feet, Si Zhiyan was leisurely picking out curtain colors. Should it be gray, or brown? Si Zhiyan pondered over the fabric swatches. Their bodies might be stuck in the illusion, but thanks to the Holy Grail’s existence, they could communicate with the outside and coordinate logistics at any time. Small rooms have their own charm. Si Zhiyan had a new, energy-saving farm air conditioner installed, replacing the old, yellowed, decrepit unit. He swapped…
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Si Zhiyan counted the money he had on hand and felt it was rather tight. He asked, “What do you want to do?” Gu Ying took a deep breath and bowed. “I… I would also like to rent a room from you.” “To open a café.” Si Zhiyan pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, “That’s a risky venture. Have you thought it through?” Gu Ying nodded. “…Yes, Mr. Si, I’ve thought very carefully about it.” It was clear she was a person with ideas, and her mind was made…
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A few days later, Si Zhiyan went to the real estate agency to settle his overdue rent. The agency was as busy as ever, though Aunt Zhou’s phone seemed to ring less often now, and she even spared a moment to glance over at Si Zhiyan thoughtfully. Bian Xu was his usual cheerful self, circling around her and saying all sorts of good things, until Aunt Zhou’s perpetually knit brows finally relaxed a little. Si Zhiyan knew that the work he was doing was, in some sense, encroaching on the agency’s…
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Si Zhiyan smiled as he watched them. He flipped through the account book casually, didn’t look closely at anything, then set it aside. He fixed his gaze on the sycophantic, bald-headed boss and directly quoted a number. Six digits, neat and precise, accurate down to two decimal points. Si Zhiyan’s voice was calm, always speaking softly, understated in everything he said. But the instant the number left his lips, the bald boss’s expression changed dramatically. “You must have spent…
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Bian Xu immediately fell into deep thought. “Hmm… they all look delicious…”He agonized over his decision as if facing a great battle. Seriously wracked by choice, he spent a full five minutes before finally settling on the creamy shrimp flavor. Si Zhiyan, however, wanted to try the Italian tomato-braised beef sandwich. Thunk. Into his hands fell a sandwich stuffed full and perfectly uniform inside its white bread. The crust was crispy on the outside and soft within, just tinged with the…
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He Ming's life wasn’t really all that bad. She had left her hometown for the big city—something many in her village would never do in their whole lives—gained a decent education, and landed a respectable job. Her parents were conservative, rarely said anything nice, often needed her support, and any attempt at heartfelt conversation wound up in nagging, but they weren't truly malicious. He Ming hadn’t found an ideal job, but she was getting by. She rented a small place of her own; when tired,…
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Si Zhiyan picked up two skewers of Japanese charcoal-grilled teriyaki chicken and handed one to Bian Xu. Bian Xu took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “So tender!” Si Zhiyan smiled. “Naturally.” He explained, “The farm doesn’t really have traditional livestock or poultry. The chicken dishes are all made from immature Nightmare Roast Wings, using the mid-joint and drumette meat, so the texture is always fresh and juicy. Fortunately, the pieces from the Nightmare Roast Wings are big enough…
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He Ming chewed blissfully. Bite after bite, plate after plate. No longer needing Si Zhiyan or Bian Xu to coax her, she happily devoured whatever she liked, whatever she hadn’t tried before, whatever was distinctive—no matter what kind of dish it was, the black sludge swallowed it up with joy. The red bean paste was soft and dense, richly delicious; the chocolate box was sweet with an edge of bitterness, its aftertaste subtle and lingering; the shrimp pan-fried buns had a crisp outer layer that…
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“……” Bian Xu was trembling, his breath hot and ragged, like burning coals. He wanted to bite his lip again, but Si Zhiyan’s fingertips remained pressed lightly to his lips, cool and soft, the pad of his finger resting against his canine tooth. Between lips and tongue flowed the sweet, intoxicating scent belonging to his teacher—so potent it felt as if his heart would burst into flames. —— But Bian Xu couldn’t say a word. Cold sweat soaked the hair across his forehead;…
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What happened after that night, Si Zhiyan could hardly remember. Bian Xu was too young, like a wild creature brimming with vitality. His embrace was scorching and warm, calling out Si Zhiyan’s name in confusion and sobs, devouring him bit by bit. He was feeding—bodies and flesh entwined, souls as well. Si Zhiyan laughed in the pauses between gasps for air, tilting his head back, his misted eyes staring at the ceiling, arms wrapped around Bian Xu’s golden head, buried at his neck. After a…
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Aunt Zhou looked at Bian Xu for a while, her expression gentle, and after a long silence, she said, “I don’t quite know.” “I don’t really know what’s maintaining this place, but most of my memories are muddled most of the time. If you want to know something, just ask, and I’ll tell you if I remember. I’ll answer as I remember—don’t mind if it’s all over the place.” For someone who was technically a boss-level entity in a dungeon, Aunt Zhou spoke so kindly that Bian Xu was…
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After much bustle back and forth, it took a considerable effort to finally soothe Aunt Zhou. Si Linyan led Bian Xu through the unit doors, stepping out of the apartment building. At last, he turned back to glance at this place one last time. When he first arrived, the entrance was piled high with all sorts of miscellaneous items—from shoe cabinets to planting boxes, to all kinds of broken electric fans and whatnot—all gathering dust, crammed together until the whole corridor was choked full. Si…
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That… that was it? It was solved! At the entrance to the farm, players who had pitched tents or brought sleeping bags, those steeling themselves for a wait of three or even five days in the long queue, all stared wide-eyed in shock. Gazing up at this bustling metropolis, people were utterly dumbfounded. They had been estranged from human civilization for so long that even a streetlight able to shine steadily now seemed a luxury. A female player walked along the street, looking up, her eyes…
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The night wind tousled Bian Xu’s golden hair. Under the glow of the streetlamp, the ends of his hair, untamed and pale as down, caught the light. Bian Xu’s expression was radiant and beautiful, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, convulsively gripping the roots of his vines. Si Zhiyan knew well that even if he tried to gloss things over again, Bian Xu would not protest. He would merely… be disappointed. If not even the “sir” he cared for would accept him, then all hope from…
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The High Priest’s orb offered no objection to the question. In the very center of the grand hall, above that orb, a phantom slowly coalesced into view. The High Priest’s eyelashes were silvery, snowy hair cascading from the nape of their neck. The faint image spread itself beneath the star-studded dome, its expression indifferent—neither human nor inhuman, but closer to god or spirit. Si Zhiyan stood straight-backed at the center of the temple. It was the first time he had ever spoken,…
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