“This settles everything.”
The Main God spoke up in the silence.
Gong Ze: “Mm.”
He lowered his head. The golden eyeball on the feather, after collecting three soul fragments, had been completely covered by pink fleshy strands. The bulging flesh strands looked like meridians, or tree roots, or blood vessels after varicose veins.
When the eyeball pressed beneath rolled around, the pink fleshy strands moved with it, looking even more disgusting and SAN-value-dropping than before.
As if touching it would infect you.
“How long can this thing last?”
Main God: “Three fragments is its maximum storage limit. It can probably last about a year.”
It reminded him: “I said before that if not fused, your teacher’s body will get worse and worse. But you don’t want to fuse and use Sang You and the others’ memories to take a shortcut in pursuing him. Then you have to put this feather in the place closest to your teacher Ji Xingzhou.”
“However, this way your teacher will also be disturbed by his own soul fragments. Maybe he’ll have dreams about past and present lives? Not tested. You’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
Gong Ze: “Understood.”
Putting away the feather, Gong Ze looked at the Main God. “The problem is solved. Aren’t you in a hurry to leave?”
The Main God suddenly fell silent.
After a moment it flapped its wings and said evasively: “I’m quite curious about your final ending with your teacher. Besides, until you fuse, it’s not settled. I plan to stay. If something happens, I can handle it as soon as possible.”
Gong Ze narrowed his eyes with a half-smile, watching it put on airs.
“Oh? Then how long exactly do you want to stay? Leave once we fuse?”
“Th-that’s not it either…”
The Main God gave a dry cough. “Until you and your teacher die of old age.”
After saying this, it quickly added: “Anyway, time flows differently between worlds. I’ll just treat it as a vacation. It won’t delay anything.”
Gong Ze’s smile grew more terrifying. The Main God felt a little guilty for a moment, then stubbornly shouted: “Why are you looking at me like that!”
Gong Ze said slowly: “Sounds nice. Actually, you’re afraid I’ll go back on my word, so you plan to camp out watching me and my teacher, and once we die of old age, hurry and take us away.”
Main God?
The Main God had the following six points to say: …
Suddenly the ball of light trembled, then choked up: “Yes, yes, yes, you’re right, okay! This time I lost most of my energy. Although it’s not to the point I can’t go back, if you stand me up here, I’ll lose big! Of course I have to watch!”
Wu, too miserable.
As expected, good horses get ridden, good gods get bullied.
The Main God felt like a middle-aged man who had put his entire net worth into the stock market and was then tied down by the stocks.
If not for dignity and face, it wanted to cry loudly, hug Gong Ze’s leg, and make Gong Ze swear never to go back on his word.
Seeing the Main God’s aggrieved, tear-suppressing appearance, Gong Ze burst out laughing.
The sour, bitter emotion lingering in his heart also dissipated a lot.
“Then just watch.”
He said: “We will definitely be happy.”
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A low-key black BMW, but the license plate number was all 6s.
The person resting with closed eyes in the back seat suddenly frowned and slowly opened his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, then he raised his hand and rubbed his temple.
The person protecting him, seeing him awake, said quietly: “Mr. Ji, we’re almost there.”
Ji Xingzhou subconsciously gave an “mm,” then frowned again. “What are we going to do?”
The person was stunned. “Aren’t you going to visit your student?”
Ji Xingzhou seemed to just remember. He gave a “mm” and continued rubbing his forehead. “Right… That child got into a fight and was found by the police, and the reason was a love triangle. How old is he…”
Hearing this, the person was even more astonished. “No, Mr. Ji. When you went to see him, you didn’t say the reason, and he didn’t get into a fight and go to the police station. Our people are protecting him. If he went to the police station, we would know.”
Ji Xingzhou’s movement suddenly stopped.
A few seconds later, he blankly raised his head and looked at the person protecting him. “What?”
Ji Xingzhou fell into an absurd, muddled scene and for a long time could not speak.
The person grew nervous. “Mr. Ji, are you okay? Did you just have a dream while sleeping?”
After a long time, Ji Xingzhou lowered his head and saw the notebook on his lap. Only then did it seem his logic finally became consistent and his thoughts entered a closed loop. “Right.”
A dull, wooden expression appeared on his face. He murmured: “Why would I think that child could get into a fight over a love triangle and go to the police station? He clearly has a withdrawn personality and no friends in his past classes. His personality is a bit awkward too. It’s already good if he doesn’t think his peers are all goldfish…”
“…But if that’s the case, why am I coming to find him… The notebook? Right… I discovered his notebook, I…”
Discovered that the child actually had such feelings for me.
Ji Xingzhou was ashamed, nervously unable to cope.
But he claimed to be more than ten years older than the child. He was the elder party. He should use his conversation skills, gently open the child’s heart, and then properly communicate and handle this matter.
Tell him, I am your teacher, I am your elder. We are separated by almost your entire lifetime in years.
Gong Ze was eighteen this year.
Ji Xingzhou was thirty-five.
He was seventeen years older than Gong Ze. One more year, and he would be two of the other’s age.
So we are not suitable to be together. Your feelings for me are only because you had not found your own kind in your previous environment, and then you met me. Add your adolescence arriving, hormones secreting excessively, full of imagination and desire to explore love between men and women, which caused you to make an emotional misjudgment about me.
Ji Xingzhou had almost thought out all his lines.
Although after discovering the contents in Gong Ze’s diary, his fingers were trembling.
Because of the scenes in the diary of the child’s sexual fantasies about him, he was so ashamed his toes curled and his face flushed.
Like returning to youth and watching an adult film for the first time, frightened and wanting to close it quickly, yet because of the desire to understand and explore, and a secret intense curiosity, his fingers froze and he could not close the diary.
Later he discovered that beneath Gong Ze’s dark, twisted love for him were fierce desire and destruction.
In the diary, the forceful handwriting with highly personal flair wrote stroke by stroke all his fantasies about the gentle elder. He fantasized about experimenting on him with the sex positions he had conceived.
What tools to use, what reactions he would have, what degree he wanted to achieve.
Finally, after the spirit received grand satisfaction, sex was only the tender ending.
Gong Ze, that child…
It turned out he also had a sadistic, dominant nature.
Those lines and things Ji Xingzhou had never even heard of made this adult man seventeen years his senior feel utterly ashamed, face red, ears ringing with embarrassment and shyness, tongue and throat dry as if roasted in a desert.
The young youth’s writing was excellent.
Written vividly and sensually.
In faint self-contempt and tragic sentiment, he also wrote him as sacred, as if through entwining with the body of a clean and pure elder to purify his own filthy, dark feelings and desires.
When Ji Xingzhou closed the notebook, it was already dawn.
When he moved his creaking, stiffened bones and stood up, he slowly lowered his head and discovered that he had developed a physiological reaction from the youth’s writing.
Instantly.
Ji Xingzhou was so ashamed he wanted to die.
How could I, I am the child’s guide, how old am I, how could I—
Ji Xingzhou discovered in terror that he had been moved by the painful emotion of unrequited love in Gong Ze’s writing…
When Ji Xingzhou got out of the car and entered the private room, he was still a little dazed.
He held that diary in his hand. Approaching the room, he saw the youth waiting inside raise his eyes, looking over handsome and cold, gazing at him very calmly.
As if they had not met for a long time.
That gaze carried heavy weight.
The Main God, observing from the side, muttered about Ji Xingzhou: “So this is the person you’ve been longing for and secretly in love with? Too ordinary.”
The famous Ji Xingzhou was actually not very pretty or handsome.
He was not a beautiful youth refined like a doll like Sang You, not a lively, vibrant person like Lu Youling, not a proud, arrogant, domineering Omega like Feng Yuan.
But Ji Xingzhou had a noble air like Sang You, yet gentle and harmless, like the bearing of a young master from a distinguished family.
The spiritual charm between his eyes was just like Lu Youling.
When he put away his smile, the gentle yet firm intimidating power was no different from Feng Yuan.
No—the Main God corrected itself.
The several lifetimes of reincarnation only came after Ji Xingzhou died. It should be said that Sang You, Lu Youling, and Feng Yuan resembled him.
And Ji Xingzhou’s forehead broke out in guilty sweat. He subconsciously closed and locked the room door.
After calming down, he revealed a faint smile and opened his mouth to speak to the youth, but the other spoke first.
His dark eyes first swept over the diary in his hand that belonged to himself, then fell back on Ji Xingzhou.
“Teacher Ji, you read it.”
The certain tone made Ji Xingzhou subconsciously apologize: “Sorry, Teacher didn’t mean to read your diary. It fell on the ground and opened, and then…”
The youth interrupted him: “That’s not important anymore.”
“…”
Gong Ze took a deep breath.
Three worlds, three reincarnations. After meeting again, the melancholy and so many, many feelings, and everything that had happened with them in other worlds pressed on Gong Ze’s chest.
Suddenly he smiled faintly and said to Ji Xingzhou: “Yes, Teacher. I like you.”
He said.
“Like it says in the diary, I want to lick away, every midnight, the tears you shed because of me.”
Ji Xingzhou was struck on the forehead by the youth’s successive words like hammering iron. His head buzzed, chaotic and blank. His face instantly turned red from the neck up, as if about to emit heat.
“No, Gong Ze, you actually don’t have that kind of feeling for me, you’re just…”
“Adolescent side effects, excessive hormone secretion, because no one has ever been able to walk into my inner world, so I developed misplaced feelings for you.”
Ji Xingzhou: “…”
The youth stood up, both hands in his pockets, a smile in the corners of his mouth and eyes. He raised an eyebrow at the speechless man, his tone light.
He walked closer to him.
In that moment Ji Xingzhou felt that the youth he had not seen for only three days had become so unfamiliar, full of aggression. Standing before him seemed to be someone who had been through countless adventures and battles, cunning and dangerous.
“Teacher…”
They stood extremely close.
Chest almost against chest.
Ji Xingzhou stiffened in place.
Gong Ze tilted his head close to the side of his face. The feather sealing the love of their three worlds was in his pocket. His curved lips blew once against the elder’s shame-reddened ear tip.
Saying words like an oath, words only he knew carried how much, how thick an obsession…
“Teacher, Ji Xingzhou, I want you.”
Just as I did in other worlds.
Just as I promised.
Never to be separated.
…
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(The End)
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