QTIAD v2c12

Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead
v2c12 - Imprisoned (12/25)
Translated by gudetokki.

Ch12 - Quarrel

Chen You almost choked because he ate too suddenly. He went to drink water and quickly returned. After the egg was eaten, he didn’t know what to say.

The life here was absolutely boring. You didn’t get to go out for exercise, just sit around after eating and wait for the next meal in between those jokes that you already knew by heart.

An old man was talking about his experience of visiting a prostitute. Just at the critical moment, the power went out in the room.

Chen You shed half his pants, and his face rubbed against something slightly cool and very soft like jelly. He turned his head and his mouth also rubbed it.

When the electricity came back, the old man continued to speak and everyone continued to listen.

Chen You found that the youth was touching his lips with his finger. He approached and asked what was wrong.

He Siyang suddenly pushed Chen You away.

Chen You was pushed and bumped into Dong-zi. What’s going on? It’s baffling.

Dong-zi asked in a low voice, "Boss, you guys quarrel?"

Chen You reclined on the bed, "Quarrel my ass (Stir-fry a fart)."

Dong-zi shifted to lao-Yu’s bed to make room for the boss. "How do you stir-fry a fart? Lao-Yu, do you know?"

Lao Yu was doing bookkeeping. "I don’t know."

Chen You, "..."

He glanced at He Siyang and decided to sleep here tonight and not go back.

Hearing what the boss said, Dong-zi and lao-Yu both had strange thoughts. After quarreling with one’s husband, the angry little wife ran away from home.

He Siyang waited for a while. Seeing that the man had no sign of returning, he rolled over. Out of sight, out of mind.

After an unknown time, there was movement next to his bed.

That’s right, Chen You had moved back.

He really couldn’t stand the smell of stinky feet of Dong-zi’s quilt and had to succumb to the cruel reality.

He Siyang’s sleep was shallow, he was awake enough to let the man slip into his quilt and put his arms around him.

In the middle of the night, Chen You was in a daze and felt there were eyes staring at him. He wanted to see but was dragged away by the God of Dreams.

For several nights in a row, he had the same feeling and found it difficult to breathe, as if he was pressed by a ghost.

Chen You felt unbearable pain, he had torn his somewhat long fingernail and made it bleed.

He Siyang magically took out a small pointed scissors and threw it to Chen You.

Chen You opened his eyes wide, damn, how many things did you bring in? Where did you hide them?

He turned his back and cut his nails. It was not easy to use the scissors. He cut his flesh several times and might as well gnawed it with his teeth. "The ceiling is so high to prevent prisoners from hanging themselves, but there are still many ways if you want to kill yourself."

"In all the years I’d lived here, there had been two deaths at the iron railings, three deaths in the toilet and several more outside."

He Siyang’s expression did not change.

Chen You went to gnaw on another fingernail. "It’s not clean here."

He said more clearly, "There is ghost."

He Siyang said in a skeptical tone, "Really?"

"Laozi had been oppressed every night lately, how can it be wrong?" Chen You continued, "With your look, the female ghost will definitely keep thinking about you."

He Siyang asked, "What do I look like?"

"Let’s put it this way." Chen You said, "Wherever you go, everyone wants to have a relationship (sex) with you."

He Siyang singled out the key point, "Everyone wants to have a relationship with me?"

Chen You was clueless and replied, "Yes ah."

He Siyang gave him a meaningful look, "Oh."

Chen You stopped biting his nails. What did I say just now? Seemed to be nothing.

He complained to the system saying that he was recently pressed by ghosts and was dying. The system said that it was powerless.

"What if the target is entangled?"

System, "..." You better worry about yourself.

Chen You’s mouth broke and scabbed. If it broke again, it won’t be good.

"Boss, why does your mouth not look good?"

"Don’t mention it."

Chen You took off his shirt, "Help me scratch my back, it itches to death."

Dong-zi’s arm had lifted halfway but was blocked. "I’ll do it."

He immediately stepped back and gave his seat. "Ok, you do it."

He Siyang asked Chen You where it was itchy.

"Left, go up a little, a bit more further up, yes there."

Chen You kept shouting on how comfortable it was. He was handsome and manly plus having another kind of charm, making many listening prisoners hard.

Nothing to be done, they were already stifled and uncontrolled, almost the same as being incontinent.

In front of He Siyang’s eyes, the man’s back was very broad, every muscle was full of unyielding strength, and there were several deep crisscrossed scars from the other party’s old past.

His hand slowly moved down, his fingertips traced across the man’s spine, getting closer and closer to the tailbone.

Chen You suddenly said, "Good enough."

Hearing this, He Siyang put down his hand and his fingers curled up together. He went to the toilet.

Chen You found that He Siyang’s stride was big and he walked very quickly, as if in a hurry to do something. He rolled his eyes, you chose to scratch it and yet felt it’s dirty, so eager to wash your hands.

Not long after, the warden called Chen You and asked about He Siyang’s matter. He did not mention the case, most probably there was still no clue.

"I told you, no one’s going to provoke him for the time being." The warden said, "Notify me promptly if there’s any situation."

Chen You said, "I will."

The warden could not help but ask, "Why is your mouth so broken, you have a craving?"

Chen You halted his steps, "Warden, I’ll forget if you don’t say it, the food in the canteen has no fats at all, can you give us some meat?" It’s always boiled wax gourd, boiled cabbage, soft noodles with vegetable leaves, where would we have the strength to work."

The warden waved, "Go, go."

There was meat the next day.

They said it was radish with roast meat. You had to push lightly from inside the radish in order to pick out a few pieces of meat.

It was still pretty good and the prisoners even scraped off the soup.

Chen You could eat a lot but he didn’t want others to curry favor with him except for He Siyang.

He had a fatal relationship with the mission target, that is, if you die I won’t be able to live. The other party must be different from others.

"It’s all fats." Chen You ate some and began to criticize, "There is no lean meat at all."

Dong-zi sucked the meat oil on his thumb. "Boss, the fatty meat is very fragrant ah, I felt like I’ve not eaten it in 800 years."

Lao-Yu was working hard at scraping the soup, he only nodded slightly and didn’t have time to talk.

Chen You raised the corner of his mouth, "If there’s a chance in the future, Laozi will personally cook and serve you a full table of the Manchu Han imperial feast. Then you’ll know what is called a dish."

Pfft——

Dong-zi and lao-Yu spewed their food simultaneously. The two of them laughed loudly.

"Boss, you can’t even cook a meal, what Manchu Han imperial feast? You can’t brag like that ah!"

Chen You, "..."

He clasped the rice bowl on the table and looked angry from embarrassment. "Can’t laozi fantasize about it?"

"Sure sure, boss, you continue to fantasize, we promise not to bother you."

Dong-zi and lao-Yu had stomachaches laughing.

He Siyang did not make a sound and looked thoughtful. The look when the man described just now was his usual show-off but it didn’t seem to be fake.

What was that all about?

The other party was too different from what he knew, like two different people.

He Siyang restrained all the doubts in his heart and quietly looked for answers.

A week later, Chu Tian appeared in the procession group of Room 16, arrogant and fierce, and one simply couldn’t tell that he had stayed in the hospital for a while.

When he saw Chen You and He Siyang walking together, he was like seeing something dirty. He spat on the ground, snorted heavily and strode away.

He Siyang said, "What an interesting person."

Chen You seemed to hear a joke, "He’s interesting? Don’t pull my leg."

He Siyang seemed to ask casually, "You’re not interested in him?"

"I don’t have enough to support myself." Chen You said, "With that spare time, I might as well chat with you and sing songs."

He Siyang hung down his eyes.

"But I think..."

Chen You scratched his chin and said without thinking, "Chu Tian really discriminates against gays."

"It’s that kind of thing between men."

He Siyang halted his steps and turned to ask him, "Why do you say that?"

Chen You said, "Didn’t I go to the hospital last time? We..."

He Siyang raised his eyes.

Chen You was inexplicably nervous being stared at. He thought about it and didn’t know where to start.

"It’s hard to explain."

After a few seconds, Chen You felt that it was necessary to say something more, "Chu Tian that boy is very arrogant, sooner or later he’s going to get himself killed."

Eyes stopping on Chu Tian, He Siyang narrowed his eyes, looking pensive.

The autumn leaves dried up and turned yellow, producing a bleak landscape.

The prisoners in several rooms were organized to go up the mountain. They picked up withered branches and burned weeds. Their nails were covered with soil and their mouths and noses were filled with smoke but no one dared to complain.

Chen You enjoyed special privilege. He took He Siyang to enjoy the breeze at a hollow ground and didn’t have to work.

After such a long period of time, He Siyang’s Evil value still remained unchanged.

That is to say, the progress of his mission was still zero.

Perhaps one day He Siyang will suddenly give him a huge surprise and the Evil value will reduce from 10 to 0 at one go.

This is not impossible.

After skillfully comforting himself, Chen You grabbed a handful of leaves and threw them. His eyes were melancholy, wondering how to make this youth rekindle hope and stop closing himself off, reject or even attack others.

The prisoners rested and circled around the hollow ground intentionally or otherwise, hoping to hear something.

In the wild, there were blue skies and white clouds, withered leaves and grass roots, a breeze was blowing and a beautiful youth to embrace. Not only can you see the scenery, but can very well do something else.

Now that a group of people were spluttering and causing a commotion, if the play was not performed well, there would be no end to it.

Chen You looked at He Siyang.

His eyes were deep, usually in the room they relied on the sound of water to deceive the others, now it was not so easy to muddle through.

"That umm... dìdi ah..."

He Siyang turned to look at Chen You questioningly.

Chen You swallowed his saliva, using such a pair of peach blossom eyes to look at me this way, I’ll think you’re seducing me.

He cleared his throat, leaned towards the youth’s ear and whispered, "Everyone think I’m doing something big with you, why don’t you make a few sounds."

He Siyang looked innocent, "Make what sound?"

Chen You did not doubt him, he conjured up the emotions and shouted, "Ah ah...ohh...ha ha..."

"Just shout like this several dozen times."

He Siyang made an 'oh' sound and said, "You shouted it pretty well, then I’ll leave it to you to shout."

Chen You, "..." Dìdì, if you play like this, you’ll really lose me this gēgē.


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