Chapter 138 No Man's Land "Death is not the worst ending for me..."
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Ji Yang entered the room after entering the password, deliberately keeping his footsteps very quiet.
The darkness did not hinder him; he moved forward steadily and soon reached the bedside.
Jiang Yang was wearing pajamas, and it seemed he had already cleaned himself up, which made him feel even more guilty.
The person was sleeping peacefully, but the restless one was kicking the blankets in disarray, half on the floor and the other half tucked into his arms. He watched this scene, suppressed a helpless laugh in his throat, and reached out to help the person pull the blankets up a bit.
This action made Jiang Yang groggily open her eyes: "Ji Yang...you're back..."
"Okay, go to sleep, it's not dawn yet."
Ji Yang gently stroked his spiky curly hair, squatted down by the bed, and stared at him as if he couldn't get enough of looking at him.
Jiang Yang twitched her nose and asked, "Are you leaving later?"
"I'm not leaving, I'll stay with you."
Hearing this, Jiang Yang struggled to move to the inside, making room for most of the bed, and said, "Then let's sleep together."
The bed was steaming, and the young man's face was flushed red, like a small furnace. Ji Yang pretended to be reserved and said, "It's okay, I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Okay, there are spare blankets in the closet."
Jiang Yang answered crisply and decisively. Ji Yang concealed the loneliness in his eyes and turned around without noticing that Jiang Yang had already opened her eyes and was propping her head up to look at him.
"You're back, puppy, let's sleep together."
Like a kitten deliberately teasing someone, no, it's more like teasing a dog.
"good!"
Ji Yang responded instantly, afraid that Jiang Yang would change his mind.
After all that, Jiang Yang's drowsiness dissipated a bit. She pressed her cheek against Ji Yang's chest and unconsciously used the buttons of his pajamas as a teething toy.
Of course, the pajamas Ji Yang was wearing were also his, but they were a bit too small and fit him too tightly.
They rarely had such a pleasant time. The bedside lamp was dim, and they could only vaguely see each other's outlines in the blurred light and shadow.
Ji Yang caught a finger poking his nose and kissed it.
From fingertips to between fingers, and then slowly moving to wrist bone, just when Jiang Yang thought Ji Yang would continue and was about to push him away, the kiss, which made him numb, stopped first on the delicate skin on the inside of his wrist.
A pulse throbbed slightly between his lips, and Ji Yang's devout gesture seemed to kiss his heart through that layer of skin.
"I love you."
Jiang Yang blurted out those words as if possessed.
At 20, Luanma was flamboyant and passionate; at 20, 007 was naive and straightforward; at 28, Jiyang was mature and steady; and at 28, 007 was extremely mischievous.
At this moment, Ji Yang seemed to have absorbed all the qualities left by the years. He couldn't describe it, but he felt a bittersweet feeling in his heart that was about to overflow.
Ji Yang hugged Jiang Yang tightly around the waist, pulled him closer to his chest, buried his head in Jiang Yang's shoulder, and whispered, "I love you too."
"I love it very much."
I've loved it since I was 20.
Ji Yang was incredibly grateful that at the age of 20, he had steadfastly chosen his 18-year-old lover.
But... there's something that's been bothering him ever since he left Deyue.
Deyue suggested that he bring Jiang Yang along.
But his personal reasons prevented him from involving Jiang Yang.
Looking down, Jiang Yang nestled obediently in his arms. He asked indirectly, "What do you want to do next?"
"I don't know," Jiang Yang shook her head, lifting her eyelids to look at him: "Are you going to get busy?"
Ji Yang casually brushed against his back: "You'll probably be busy for a while."
Jiang Yang propped himself up on his arms, his eyes gleaming: "So, may I ask, President, have I passed the 'Mou Guang' assessment?"
“Yangyang, the mercenary mission is highly dangerous, and we can’t be sure what will happen to you if you go to the trial. I’m worried about you.”
That's why Ji Yang is conflicted.
"All right."
Jiang Yang fell back into his pillow. Nan Ke Xingye was no longer in the no-man's-land, and he was still unsure what he could do.
But Ji Yang's concerns were not unfounded. What if he ended up in another trial like last time, or what if he activated something else? Well, it's better not to implicate others.
It's just a bit boring.
"Or you and I could go back to Mouguang first?"
Ji Yang suggested, "There are people in Mouguang, and there are also people practicing boxing at the boxing ring down there. You shouldn't be too bored if I'm not around."
He thought Jiang Yang would just patrol the area occasionally and watch others box, but he never expected that Jiang Yang would personally take to the ring.
...
Within the organization, the strong are respected. Jiang Yang is a newcomer, and being "parachuted in" is not a good thing for him. Therefore, Ji Yang did not specifically explain Jiang Yang's identity to others. He only called Zhuoran and told Zhuoran to accompany Jiang Yang around when he had time.
He emphasized, "Don't let anyone cause trouble for Jiang Yang."
However, word got out of somewhere, and the day after Jiang Yang arrived in Mou Guang, he was challenged by a well-known big guy in Mou Guang as soon as he stepped out of the boxing ring.
The big guy had just finished a match, and his opponent from the previous round was lying at his feet. Jiang Yang bluntly said, "I can't beat you."
"Are you admitting defeat?"
The big guy climbed over the fence, jumped down from the platform, and blocked Jiang Yang's way.
Jiang Yang glanced at him indifferently: "Knowing the outcome and still going up to play the hero, that's foolish."
The big guy continued to provoke, "It's okay, if you can't beat me, you can pick anyone in the whole arena. I'm just asking if you dare to compete."
Jiang Yang turned his head away, not sensing any malice from the onlookers. He turned his gaze back to the big guy, his eyes falling on the other's center of gravity, and raised an eyebrow: "Do you really have to compete?"
The big guy replied, "Of course."
"I will beat you here a week from now."
Time flew by and it was already the sixth night. Jiang Yang had taken the stage many times during these past few days.
Pure hand-to-hand combat gave him more mental satisfaction; sometimes he defeated his opponents, and sometimes he was defeated by them.
It was during this period that he learned that Zhuoran was as straightforward as he was.
Ji Yang: "Don't let anyone cause trouble for Jiang Yang."
Zhuoran: "He's very strong, don't mess with him."
...otherwise, they would all be so ruthless.
But Jiang Yang became more determined after each setback. Even after being beaten, he would practice punching the sandbag alone in the boxing ring at night.
The sandbags were being hit with loud thuds when Ji Yang finally returned.
Zhuoran realized he had made a mistake and began reporting Jiang Yang's movements to Ji Yang at all times, not daring to make the slightest mistake again.
Six days, 19 games. Three games on the first day, all of which were lost.
By the fourth day onwards, they had managed to win every single battle.
When Ji Yang saw the message from Zhuoran, he was terrified, but upon learning of Jiang Yang's progress, he felt both bittersweet and proud.
He stood upstairs and looked down. The huge boxing ring looked like a cage. His worries about Jiang Yang had trapped Jiang Yang here, but Jiang Yang was never a lily or a caged bird.
He once asked Jiang Yang why, when others were unwilling to go to trial, Jiang Yang was in such a hurry to go down to the next trial as soon as he came out.
Jiang Yang said, "I want to leave this no man's land."
Then he asked, "What if I die on trial?"
Jiang Yang replied, "Death is not the worst outcome for me."
"I want to go home. I want to know what kind of person I really am."
Just like back in the sanatorium.
Jiang Yang, who suffers from Alzheimer's disease, cannot recognize everyone, but when he sees him, he jumps up from his recliner and waves his arms vigorously at him.
No.
Now it's my lover.
Ji Yang took a deep breath, quickly walked downstairs, and strode towards the person: "Yangyang, there's something I want to discuss with you."
"There's a trial I need you to attend, is that alright?"
"OK."
Jiang Yang responded immediately and readily, without asking a single unnecessary question.
Ji Yang added, "I will go in with you as the judge."
The next day, on the competition stage, Jiang Yang raised his foot and kicked the big guy in front of him hard.
...
Before going to trial, they will have to attend one more auction.
The basic rule of the auction is that bids are made by guilds, with no upper limit. Some guilds take the opportunity to maliciously raise prices, which has led to a consistently bad auction atmosphere.
However, in a previous auction, when the price of the trial that Nan Ke wanted was maliciously driven up to an astronomical level, and the other party thought that he would definitely take it at all costs, he unexpectedly stopped.
He is vindictive and would rather pay huge fines than let others take the risk away.
As a result, a group of so-called "professional bidders" gradually emerged. Some of them shrewdly schemed around the big guilds, while others secretly amassed funds from many small guilds, forming a force to be reckoned with. The hidden rules of the auction also quietly increased.
Each guild has its own private room, and the auction items will be introduced via a large screen inside the room.
The bidding was conducted publicly via a microphone in front of the sofa.
This was Jiang Yang's first time here. It didn't look special at all, and it didn't seem chaotic like Ji Yang had mentioned before.
They sat on the sofa, and Ji Yang casually peeled an orange from the fruit plate and handed it to him. He crushed the orange with his teeth, and the sourness of the orange segments immediately made him grimace.
Ji Yang seized the opportunity to grab his chin, leaned down and nibbled on the tip of his tongue that he had stuck out.
"Will it not be sour now?"
There were two empty segments in the orange; one was the one he ate, and the other was obviously eaten by Ji Yang first, who deliberately gave it to him knowing it was sour.
"Bad dog! Bad dog!"
Jiang Yang angrily moved to the other end of the sofa. Ji Yang caught a glimpse of his movement out of the corner of his eye, tapped his fingers lightly on the leather sofa twice, and said nothing.
Soon, the auction officially began.
The lights in the private room went out, and apart from the faint light coming from the large screen, everything else was plunged into darkness.
Jiang Yang felt uneasy and called out uncertainly, "Ji Yang..."
Ji Yang's voice came from the darkness: "I'm here."
It sounded a bit muffled, and Jiang Yang felt like there was something extra around him. He hesitated whether to go back to Ji Yang's side.
No way! I absolutely refuse to go back!
Jiang Yang decisively took off her shoes and shrank into the corner of the sofa, while the auctioneer excitedly introduced the auction on the big screen.
A chilling female voice rang in his ears: "Little brother~"
!
"Ji Yang!"
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