Chapter 2
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“What does your situation have to do with me!?”
“How about this! If you act like my puppy, I won’t call you a walking disaster anymore—and I’ll even tell you your master’s name.” His eyes darted everywhere, just not at Jiang Ji.
Jiang Ji’s face flushed red, and without a word, he picked you up and placed you on a chair, lifting your leg to check for injuries.
His hands were a bit rough, and the skin he touched turned slightly red.
Ruan Yao’s legs had elegant lines. His pale ankles were wrapped in white socks, and his feet were so delicate and small they looked like they could easily fit in someone’s palm—smaller even than the average guy’s.
Jiang Ji stared straight at Ruan Yao’s legs. The exposed skin was flushed red, like a cooked shrimp. His warm breath brushed against them.
“Mr. 001, he's red-hot now—does that mean he’s super mad? Is he going to hit me?”
Ruan Yao widened his eyes like a frightened kitten.
001 suppressed his irritation.
[No. He’s not exactly a decent person. Other than the mission, avoid getting involved with him.]
“Okay~”
Jiang Ji examined the soft, pink skin of Ruan Yao’s ankle and, seeing no swelling, gently ran his hands along the legs. His little darling in his arms didn’t show signs of pain, so he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
“Woof.”
Ruan Yao blinked, stunned, looking at Jiang Ji.
“Woof woof! I’m your little puppy! I want to know who my master is, okay~?”
After realizing what he’d said, Ruan Yao’s face turned slightly red, but he agreed with a bit of awkward shyness.
“Since you’re being so obedient, I’ll stop calling you a walking disaster. My name’s Ruan Yao.”
Jiang Ji muttered bashfully, “Call me A-Ji.”
Then he added under his breath,
“You’re so spoiled… making people play your pet, throwing them off with just a glance... You better not be thinking of any other guys. Only I get to spoil you.”
“I wasn’t thinking of anyone else!”
A smile crept up on Jiang Ji’s lips.
“Mr. 001, I didn’t deny wanting Jiang Ji to be my dog. Is he angry now? Why hasn’t his anger meter updated yet? Could the system be lagging?”
“Heehee, Mr. 001, he said I’m spoiled! That means I’m playing the character perfectly! I must be a genius!”
Ruan Yao’s big dewy eyes sparkled, and his lips curled into a proud smile.
001 sighed.
[Yes, yes, you’re the best.]
Jiang Ji glanced at the messy pile of clothes on the table. The blush that had just faded from his cheeks returned. He glanced at the drawn bed curtain, then quietly picked up the thin clothing and headed to the bathroom.
The sound of water running came from inside, accompanied by faint, low breathing.
Ruan Yao climbed into bed, just about to explore some primitive human communication tools, when 001’s voice rang out.
[You should sleep now. Good night.]
“Alright, Mr. 001. Good night,” Ruan Yao replied sweetly, no longer distracted by the internet.
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The Next Morning
Lin Yichen opened the door, one hand on the handle, the other pulling his suitcase behind him.
He didn’t plan to stay in the dorm long, but still wanted to unpack his usual essentials—comfort was important.
He glanced at the tightly drawn bed curtain and heard faint sounds from the bathroom, so he didn’t rush to unpack. Instead, he tucked his suitcase under one of the two empty bunks and figured he’d sort things out later.
Just as he turned to head to the library, he bumped into Jiang Ji stepping out of the bathroom.
The two locked eyes for a second—their auras clashed immediately.
Jiang Ji frowned and looked away, while Lin Yichen, expressionless, pushed open the door and left.
Jiang Ji heard Ruan Yao’s alarm go off. He glanced at the bed, then turned to go buy breakfast—he wanted to make sure Ruan Yao had something to eat as soon as he woke up.
That alarm had been set by the original host, who had worked hard to get into A University.
A while later, light panting and footsteps echoed closer.
Click.
The door opened, and the owner of the footsteps went straight to check the bed, which was still quiet.
His muscular arm tensed, veins bulging slightly as his hand gripped the curtain and gave it a tug. The heavy fabric lifted in a smooth arc.
Sunlight poured in, falling on the delicate face nestled in the sheets. That face was scrunched with irritation, lips pouted in sleepy protest.
Still half-asleep, Ruan Yao blinked against the light, the mission flashing in his mind. Instinctively, he raised his hand—
Smack!
Blood dribbled from the corner of Jiang Ji’s lips. One side of his face was flushed and throbbing with pain.
In that moment, what Jiang Ji felt wasn’t pain—it was the scent of something intoxicating. Only then did the sting set in.
He stood stunned. The words flashing in his mind were:
“D*mn, my wife is fierce.”
Ruan Yao blinked, finally realizing what had just happened.
“System, why did I go OOC?”
001’s voice was calm but tinged with helplessness.
[Your current character isn’t supposed to have this kind of combat ability.]
001 rechecked Ruan Yao’s profile.
Under "Human Body Control": Not Qualified.
Annotation: (Combat skills? Nope. ‘Wife so spicy’? Yup.)
Ruan Yao was just a freshly deployed rookie. This wasn’t his fault—Jiang Ji startled him!
001 silently deleted the incident from the logs.
[The OOC isn’t too serious. Just watch yourself next time. The original character is a total weakling.]
Jiang Ji saw Ruan Yao staring at him blankly and assumed he was scared. Whatever frustration he felt melted away.
“Baby, it’s alright. I’m thick-skinned—it just looks bad.”
Ruan Yao snapped out of it, puffing his cheeks.
“Hmph! It’s your fault! Why’d you rip open the curtain all of a sudden?”
Jiang Ji looked at the beautiful youth, pouting and sulking like a kitten, completely unaware of how kissable he looked.
“My bad, my bad. But baby~ come eat breakfast first, okay? Skipping meals isn’t good for your stomach.”
“Fine. I’ll forgive you, just because of breakfast.”
That spoiled tone made Jiang Ji’s smile harder to hold back than a machine gun.
“Mr. 001, why isn’t he mad yet!? I hit him!”
Ruan Yao blinked innocently like a kitten that just broke a vase, wide eyes full of fake guilt.
[…] Not only is he not mad… he probably liked it. 001 said with biting sarcasm.
“Mr. 001, you sound weird. According to Foundations of Human Psychology and Behavior, humans usually get angry when hit.”
001 remained silent. That book was the equivalent of a toddler’s picture book in the fast-transmigration world. Ruan Yao was still a bottom-tier rookie fresh off the production line—he couldn’t possibly grasp the filthy thoughts of a human male.
- Writer
