Yin Ren quickly went through all the conversations they had in his head. He has never participated in a mortal imperial examination or exam, but at this moment, Lord Ghost King fully experienced the tension of reviewing before the exam.
"I'm ready." Yin Ren looked solemn.
Zhong Cheng said: "Yeah."
He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands, and let his eyes slide along his knuckles. The taxi cab trembled slightly. The driver was a bald and slightly fat man. There were two outstanding-looking people in the back seat. He glanced at them from time to time in the rearview mirror.
But he was definitely not as serious as Yin Ren.
Before going out, Zhong Cheng said he took a serious shower. His black hair was clean and fluffy, and the smell of shampoo was refreshing and simple, smelling like a cool summer night.
If you look closely, you can see that this person's eyeballs don't have the bulging that is common in people with myopia. Zhong Cheng said that the eyes are soft in shape, the eyelashes are not short, and they are closer to a certain type of herbivore.
After Zhong Cheng finished saying "uncomfortable", Yin Ren wanted to touch those eyes.
Unfortunately, after Comrade Xiao Zhong sent out the notice, he fell into a long silence. The memories in Yin Ren's head have been turned over and over again several times. Instead of relieving his nervous symptoms, they have gradually deepened.
Did Zhong Cheng say that he got sulky first, or did he decide to leave him alone, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye
"The symptoms appeared anyway, and I just described the facts truthfully."
"Think about it this way, my bad parts are a bit similar to yours." Yin Ren's voice was a little soft, "Anyway, it's just..."
Yin Ren: "...Is it because my feathers became stiff just now?"
Communicating with people is just a scratch for him. If we meet by fate, we will break up if we don't. Yin Ren has always been accustomed to moving forward and never looks back.
No, his brain won't be enough to take care of everything else.
Yin Ren said that he was very good at dealing with people, but Zhong Cheng said that he was a person with no tricks. But at this moment, he couldn't guess what Zhong Cheng was thinking.
“I want more special treatment”…
Yin Ren exhaled slowly, and he felt as if a tiger's guillotine had finally come down.
The driver was frightened and quickly looked away.
"I couldn't breathe smoothly. My chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton. It was swollen and stuffy." Zhong Cheng said, describing his feelings truthfully. "I tried to recall the sample I just bought several times, but I still couldn't get excited. I just wanted to lie down."
Yin Ren hissed and suddenly realized the problem with his speech: "I didn't mean that..."
Lord Ghost King's eyes began to wander. He stared at the back of Zhong Cheng's head and was stuck for a moment.
It was different from when Yin Ren was autistic. This time his wings looked very soft, so soft that it seemed like they would pop apart in the next second.
After the world perished in Yin Ren's head one hundred and eight times, Zhong Cheng said he finally said, "I've thought about it."
The driver started to look up crazily in the rearview mirror again, and the confusion in his eyes turned into intense curiosity.
Thousands of years ago, he had never thought about it in such a hesitant way.
Only then did he realize that he hadn't breathed for more than ten minutes.
"No. The symptoms first appeared when you said, 'Even if we are just friends, I will be scared to death.' When you said, 'Forget it, who calls me an elder,' my symptoms became more serious."
With the illusion blocked, the real picture is a little more scary—
Zhong Cheng's rebuttal was like a heavy hammer, cracking open the walnut shell of Yin Ren's "self-proclaimed elder", revealing some of his little thoughts that he had just noticed.
The glasses Zhong Cheng was talking about were crooked by Yin Ren's palm, and behind the lenses, the pair of black eyes blinked.
He understands, he understands everything, but...
Every unlucky guess took root in Yin Ren's mind, creating countless "bad endings" in succession. His brain didn't seem to be his own, and Yin Ren wished he could destroy it.
Yin Ren started to tremble. He knew that he should show his usual open-minded attitude and have a heart-to-heart talk. Unfortunately, his hot face betrayed him now, and Yin Ren's throat was blocked with embarrassment, and he could not spit out even a single word.
Two pale arms poked out from the red cloth, holding Zhong Chengshuo's face between their palms.
After saying that, Zhong Cheng seemed to realize something and said "Don't like...?" He turned over and chewed the words.
The taxi driver raised his doubtful eyes in the rearview mirror.
"I'm sorry." A mutter came from the depths of the red cloth.
However, their communication is only through words and ink, and at best it is through spiritual weapons. The opponent's attitude is always cautious. Even if he encounters a tough guy who can't speak, the troublemaker will be replaced for the sake of "stable cooperation."
Zhong Cheng said that he didn't wait for Yin Ren's response for a long time. He turned his head in confusion and saw a certain fierce beast huddled up.
Yin Ren made a hand seal, and the driver's sight was blocked by illusions and seals. In the driver's eyes, the two passengers at the back suddenly sat upright, expressionless, looking away, and without any sign of anger.
The children around him couldn't follow him for long, he taught them spells, and they taught him how to read. If there was a conflict... If there was a conflict, how could he, a hundred-year-old man, be so angry with a child
The officials from the Huaji Division who corresponded with him were not children.
Now let alone the issue of turning back or not, he almost doesn't know how to walk anymore.
In terms of performance and words, they just go to two extremes - they care about everyone, while Zhong Chengshuo judges everything and everyone rationally.
"I have been thinking just now and have come up with arguments to refute." Zhong Cheng turned his head and said through the car window, "First, I am your boyfriend, and I want more special treatment; second, you We have never been in love before, we have the same starting point, and I don’t like your ‘humility’.”
I was indeed worried about Zhong Cheng, but there was also quite a bit of unreasonableness in his unhappiness.
Without the driver's sight, Yin Ren's tense mood relaxed a little. The red cloth and wings stretched out, and he buried his face in the red cloth. The wings at his feet shrank uncomfortably, and they swept over Zhong Chengshuo's ankles.
Zhong Cheng said with an expression "I can't do anything about it".
Zhong Cheng said that although he was not good at dealing with people, he always knew how to identify the weak point - whether it was an opponent or a person's heart.
Yin Ren: "..."
There's also a suspicious red color to it.
"Now, I, well, I can tell you clearly. If a friend does something regardless of his own safety, I will definitely be angry... but I will definitely not be as angry as you."
Yin Ren pressed his fingertips against the other person's cheek, feeling the warm and soft skin.
"But I don't care at all what my friends think of me or whether they are worried about me." The red color in the translucent wings became even heavier, "I just care about your attitude, okay?"
I care that he didn't say hello before taking action, that he went to dangerous situations alone, and even that he didn't show "care" when he acted alone.
Just care.
No wonder he understands all the principles, but the unknown fire is so strong. Like Zhong Cheng said, he also wanted that "special treatment".
Now Yin Ren realized that it was a bit shameful to tell the truth directly to a young mortal.
The problem is that the person who broke the casserole and asked the question was chosen by myself. There is no room for "almost done, the rest is understood", and the sincerity must be spoken. The wings under Yin Ren's feet were all curled up, scratching the floor.
"I'm not humbling you, I just don't know what to do." He murmured in explanation, "What you feel is 'angry', which is very similar to the reason why I was angry before... In the end, we both feel that we are 'not special enough' ”
Zhong Cheng said he looked at him seriously for a while and thought for a long time.
"Yeah, I agree."
Yin Ren stretched out his arms, carefully lifted the red cloth in front of his face, and coughed twice: "From now on, you and I can let go of some shame. I will also, uh, learn more from you."
"But I don't have a sense of shame." Zhong Cheng said puzzled.
Yin Ren: "..." Well, that's pretty much what he meant.
"But since you don't mind, I can tell you all about my abnormalities."
Yin Ren exhaled a breath: "Okay, I'll keep it all."
"But I still feel uncomfortable. Is this 'angry'?"
"Probably." Yin Ren felt sweat on his forehead and had a tendency to retract the red cloth.
"Obviously we have initially solved the problem, why am I still angry?" This person even took out a notebook and wrote down a record, as if he was not having an affair with his lover, but was bitten by a rare venomous snake in the world.
Yin Ren: "...I have an ancient prescription. When you arrive at your destination, I will help you treat it."
"Um."
In the taxi driver's frightened expression, the car stopped near the old city.
It was around five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was a faint yellow tint in the sun. There is an endless stream of pedestrians on the old street, mostly old people wandering around. Different from the streets in Gengsheng Town, all the old people have smiles on their faces. The surrounding buildings are old, but they are kept clean, and the whole old street exudes the vitality of a century-old tree.
Under one of the giant trees, there is a stilted beef shop.
"Since we are both angry at each other this time, let's do it for now."
Zhong Cheng said that a strand of hair quietly gathered between his fingers. The soft hair rubbed happily against his knuckles and slowly relaxed.
"I've tried this shop before. Herbs are added to their soup, and the ingredients are very good. It tastes good." Zhong Cheng commented pertinently, "It's suitable to bring 'friends' to eat."
On purpose, right? Yin Ren was dumbfounded.
I didn’t expect this kid to hold a grudge.
Yin Ren deliberately pinched Zhong Cheng's palm and let out a long oh, "Then where should I take my boyfriend?"
Zhong Cheng said he stared at him for a long time.
"You'll find out soon," he said.
After a satisfying dinner, Zhong Cheng asked him to take him through the spider web-like old alleys. When he arrived at his destination, Yin Ren instantly forgot the delicious taste in his mouth.
He had seen the space in front of him before - he had seen it in Guo Laifu's memory.
Shelves filled with specimens and steel barrels, windowless walls, and an air with a faint medicinal smell. The computer screen gave off a faint light, and next to the computer, he saw the strand of hair that Zhong Cheng said he had taken away.
Behind him, the basement door slammed shut, and the whole room was filled with an inexplicable air of death, like a square tomb.
It turns out that this is the "suitable place to bring a boyfriend" according to the concept of Science Post. Mr. Ghost King has never seen such a scene, and he is almost terrified in his heart.
And Zhong Cheng said he looked a little bit excited.
"This is my secret research laboratory in Haigu City." There was a strange shyness in his tone, "You can come here in the future too."
"Very, very good!"
The wall facing the door is covered with various newspaper clippings, photos, and handwritten texts. Red silk threads are connected horizontally and vertically in it, like a weird spider web. Yin Ren was sweating profusely when he saw the information that occupied half of the wall.
But... does this mean that this "King of Hell" surrounded by mysteries has finally opened up a corner of his heart to himself
Although this heart is not particularly earthly.
Zhong Cheng said with a smile and put the sample bag full of samples on the table. Rarely, he did not deal with these "treasures" immediately, but stood in front of Yin Ren.
Yin Ren was still sluggishly observing the "Evil Object Yin Ren Observation Data" that occupied half of the wall, and didn't react for a moment.
"It's really nice here!" Yin Ren tried his best to sound sincere with all his remaining energy.
"That's not it."
Zhong Cheng said standing up straight.
"I'm still a little 'angry' now, and you still have time to use that 'old recipe'."
Yin Ren looked steadily at the person in front of him. Zhong Cheng said that standing in the middle of this dark space, he was like a ghost commanding this place. This man knew that he was a fierce evil spirit and that he was the Great Heavenly Master Zhong Yi, but his eyes were no different from when he first met him.
Zhong Cheng said, looking at him intently, with curiosity hidden in his dark eyes, and the excitement of "sharing secrets" had not dissipated on his face.
"good."
Yin Ren heard himself say this.
Their little feud needs an end.
And their new career as accomplices may need a proper start.
Yin Ren pushed aside a few strands of hair that were in the way, leaned forward, and gently kissed the corner of Zhong Chengshuo's mouth.
At the same time, Fu Xingchuan's cell phone rang loudly.
"Hello?"
Minister Fu had just found out that he was unfortunate enough to live a long life, and he was still in a daze. He even forgot to look at the caller.
"Ah, what? A national joint exercise competition for special teams? Haigu is not available this year, and we don't have many newcomers here... Wait a minute."
Fu Xingchuan showed a meaningful smile, which seemed a little less upright.
"It's okay, it's okay, you just pretended I didn't say that. Alas, our Haigu hasn't participated in the competition for two or three years. This year's Class C investigation team has really good prospects. We will definitely be there on time."
(End of chapter)