Chapter 93

How could Lian Yu say no? Of course, he said yes. Sure, sure thing, as long as he didn’t die, any fun is welcome—

And then he was played half to death.

When Lian Yu awoke from his dream, it was already evening. The room was silent, but the door was ajar, and the faint sound of laughter from outside could be heard.

After a good night’s sleep, the S-Class Sentinel’s superior physique had spontaneously healed all aches and pains. Aside from the vague illusion of being enlarged, Lian Yu wondered if the previous events had been his mere imagination.

After a quick wash, Lian Yu left the bedroom. Enfei, Jiu, YaoJin, and Pan were gathered around the coffee table playing cards, their laughter breaking out from time to time. Cen Zhen sat alone on a single sofa, a steaming cup of black tea in his hand, his face serene as he quietly browsed the floating screen before him. His light-colored shirt was buttoned meticulously to the top, and his legs, clad in black trousers, were crossed, revealing a sliver of his fair ankle. The cyan veins on his foot were clearly visible against his skin, extending like the veins of a leaf into the softness of his slippers.

All in all, Cen Zhen was as abstinent as he could be. Lian Yu really wanted to ask how he managed to seamlessly switch between ‘no amount of flirting can cause an ounce of reaction’ and ‘grab to do it till one’s life ends in bed’?

Recalling the unusual playstyle just now, Lian Yu suddenly became curious about how Cen Zhen knew that Sentinels and Guides could play that way. He’d never seen Cen Zhen read pornographic books or movies before. If he learned this on his own, then this guy was truly terrifying…

Cen Zhen had sensed Lian Yu’s approach long ago, but the Sentinel suddenly froze in his tracks, his expression shifting unpredictably, his brow furrowing from time to time, as if he were pondering something serious. However, Cen Zhen could vaguely sense Lian Yu’s thoughts—surely they weren’t anything pure.

“I sent our compatibility score to Chen Wuyou,” Cen Zhen said, then reminded him, “You remember him, right? The bisexual Sentinel doctor at Central Hospital.”

Lian Yu picked up two slices of toasted bread from the low side table beside Cen Zhen and stuffed them into his mouth without any jam. “Of course I remember. I have a great memory.”

Cen Zhen is well aware of Lian Yu’s formidable memory, photographic memory even. He was primarily concerned that readers might forget their character setting after such a long time. “He told us to return early because he had something to discuss in person.”

“What is there that he has to discuss in person? Send us an invitation to a wedding banquet?” Lian Yu asked curiously. Cen Zhen shook his head, indicating that he was also confused.

“But speaking of compatibility…” Lian Yu raised his hand and touched Cen Zhen’s wrist. Two terminals simultaneously broadcast the following:

“Your compatibility with this person is 89.02%.”

“Hmm?” Lian Yu frowned. Why was this different from what he’d imagined? A spiritual union had raised their compatibility to 89.01%, but how could it only increase to 89.02% after doing it in reality? Is physical union really that worthless?

This announcement also caught the attention of YaoJin and Pan. They exchanged a shocked glance. “Did I hear that correctly? 89.02%?”

“Isn’t that 0.02% higher than Pan and me? I remember it was just something over 60% at the Match Making Gathering, isn’t it?”

“Mutation,” Cen Zhen lied succinctly. As for the real reason for the significant increase in compatibility, he and Lian Yu agreed that it was because Cen Zhen, the outsider, are gradually integrating with this world, which gradually reveals the true compatibility between them two.

“That’s amazing!” Pan replied immediately. “60 to 89, congratulations! It’s just a shame it didn’t mutate directly to 90%, just a little bit short…”

Lian Yu waved his hand nonchalantly, but secretly frowned as he whispered to Cen Zhen, “Why only a 0.01% increase?”

“The two compatibility tests were too close together. You can try again in two weeks.” Cen Zhen genuinely didn’t care. He was more concerned about passing the upcoming White Tower final exams. He was currently catching up on all the knowledge from junior high and high school in about half a year. Fortunately, he’d been studying diligently before, so he wasn’t so rushed now.

Lian Yu leaned over to glance at the floating screen, then didn’t bother looking again. “What’s the point of memorizing these basics? If you really can’t do the questions, I’ll help you cheat on the exam. Even if you hand in blank paper, I’ll just go through the academic grading system and change your grade.”

“……” Cen Zhen didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to reply. Even Lian Yu knew Cen Zhen would definitely reject the proposal. He was just talking big, showing off his boyfriend power.

For the rest of the journey home, Lian Yu and Cen Zhen took their compatibility test every day, and surprisingly, the compatibility remained unchanged, at 89.02%.

Lian Yu was perplexed and finally came up with a terrifying hypothesis: “Cen Zhen, have you known about this all along?”

Cen Zhen was packing their luggage. They will arrive at the private airport on Special Planet tomorrow evening. Upon hearing this, he looked up in surprise and met Lian Yu’s gaze.

“You knew all along that our compatibility would stop growing once we made contact, so that’s why you kept rejecting me?”

“……”

“Then why didn’t you reject me more completely? At least wait until it gets above 90%! Why did you suddenly lose control of your persona? Was it because I was so incredibly handsome back then in the snowy land…”

Cen Zhen lowered his head and continued packing.

Lian Yu couldn’t stand being treated like air. He immediately clung to Cen Zhen’s back and deliberately blew a breath of warm air into his ear. “Ana Gege… what’s your thought?”

“……” Cen Zhen couldn’t help but notice what he was thinking. Lian Yu expected silence, but Cen Zhen actually responded, explaining earnestly: “It wasn’t very comfortable at first, and even a little painful. It felt very different from the feeling in my spiritual realm. I put a lot of effort into getting it just the way I wanted it. In the realm, I just need my spiritual power to…”

Cen Zhen curled his lips, his bright blue eyes turning towards Lian Yu. “Whatever I want you to do, you have to do.”

“……”

Lian Yu’s pants suddenly felt tight. He quickly looked at the snow leopard and lion lying at the foot of the bed. The lion was nudging the snow leopard’s back with its trunk, but the snow leopard didn’t react. Annoyed, he turned around and pressed the lion’s head with a paw to keep it quiet.

“……” Lian Yu lost himself in philosophical thought: Why did I beg for mercy earlier? Why did I say I couldn’t stand it anymore and ask to stop? If I knew this was the ‘last time,’ I would have preferred to die in bed.

*

The next day at 4 p.m., the spaceship arrived at its destination ahead of schedule. Enfei and Jiu, once again dressed in the same white formal attire they had worn when they were first picked up, looked solemn and dignified. Reluctant to part, Pan exchanged contact information with the two Zerg, repeatedly inviting them to visit the Special Planet when they had time.

“Wait until ShouHe has forgotten all about us. We should avoid visiting when ShouHe can arrive anytime and wipe us out in one fell swoop,” Enfei said with a smile. Lian Yu replied from behind him, “Then today will probably be our final farewell.”

Enfei: “……”

Cen Zhen and Lian Yu didn’t choose to return to the Towers directly. They left their luggage with the hardworking and kind-hearted protagonist duo and arrived at the hospital before the doctor’s shift ended at 5:30 p.m. Lian Yu was sprinting towards Chen Wuyou’s office, fearing he wouldn’t be able to stop him in the inpatient building and would have to go all the way to his home to rob him. But as he neared Chen Wuyou’s office door, his pace suddenly slowed, and he even carefully suppressed his pheromones.

Cen Zhen, unsure why, followed suit and hid his pheromones.

The two men silently reached the door, and Lian Yu decisively kicked it open. Inside, an indistinct dark figure suddenly leaped from the ground like a frightened cat, soaring three meters away and crashing directly into the wall.

Cen Zhen looked closely and saw that it was someone he knew—Fan.

Chen Wuyou sat at his desk, stunned. The collar of his white lab coat was ripped out of shape, and a hint of light shone on his lips. Anyone could tell what had just happened.

“Why are you here?” Lian Yu asked, feigning innocence. Fan’s face flushed red, and he roared in rage, “Why the hell can’t I be here? You two are the ones who deliberately suppressed pheromones, are you thieves?!”

“Ana,” Lian Yu leaned softly against Cen Zhen’s shoulder, aggrieved, “Your ex-boyfriend was mean to me…”

“What ex-boyfriend?” Before Cen Zhen could say anything, Fan panicked. He looked at Chen Wuyou and said anxiously, “I didn’t date Cen Zhen. He just pursued me before, and I refused!”

Luckily, it was Lian Yu who knew about the novel and was aware that the previous ‘Cen Zhen’ was someone else that heard these words. Otherwise, Fan would never have lived to see the moon rise tonight.

“It was clearly you who pursued my Cen Zhen, wasn’t it?” Lian Yu, a vengeful person, relied on his excellent memory to settle old scores. “First, you invited Cen Zhen out for dinner. After being rejected, you even tried to carry Cen Zhen while rock climbing during the Yezi Island exam. Then, in the hospital, you yelled at Cen Zhen. Wasn’t my expression obvious enough? Then, Cen Zhen knocked you unconscious with a single slap of his tentacles.”

“Ahhhhhhhh—” Fan, embarrassed and angry at the reminder of his past, lunged at Lian Yu, attempting to tear his mouth apart.

Chen Wuyou calmly sipped his tea and asked Cen Zhen, who had walked up to him, “Is everything he said true?”

Cen Zhen thought for a moment. “Maybe it’s because I look more like a Sentinel, and he didn’t know his sexual orientation at the time.”

“I haven’t said anything yet…how come you already know everything?”

“Know what? You and Fan are together?”

“……” Chen Wuyou nodded sadly, and Fan became even angrier at the sight. “Hey! What’s with that expression on your face, you quack doctor! Are you being wronged by being with me?”

Chen Wuyou, with no power, dared not utter a word under the threat of an A+ Sentinel. Cen Zhen was curious about their story. After all, in the original novel, the two had no connection. “Can you tell me how you two met and how things ended up like this?”

“Well… I don’t mind.” Chen Wuyou raised his eyes and met Fan’s, his cheeks flushed. The latter, having let go of Lian Yu, who was slipperier than a loach, snorted and sat down on the sofa. “I don’t mind either.”

“It was on the first day we met, didn’t you knock Fan down with your tentacle?… I couldn’t just leave him lying there, so I just put him in a random hospital bed. Before I got out of work, I went to check on him…”

Here, Chen Wuyou paused, and it was clear that the other party involved might not know what he was going to say next. “At that time, looking at his sleeping face from afar, I realized that this Sentinel was really good-looking, and I couldn’t help but lean in to see his face.”

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Original Author’s Note:

Chen Wuyou: Fan, when you become a comedian, congratulations! You’ve transformed yourself from a cannon fodder villain into a cute little side character next to the protagonist.

Fan: I’d rather the fxxx not!

Translator’s Note:

I promise I’m trying to make up the week I missed >< I was so close yesterday 

I don’t remember much about the end of this novel, hopefully it’s not too explicit Hhhhhhh, I usually quickly scan through those scenes and found it challenging to look so detailed into it for translation needs, oof