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Nan Zhou thought this wasn’t fair.
Normally, people wouldn’t remember when they first got jealous.
He looked at Jiang Fang and asked him with his gaze if he needed help.
But seeing Jiang Fang look different, he was surprised, “Do you remember?”
Jiang Fang glanced at him, his lips pursed into a line, there was a bit of unbearable embarrassment in his eyes that Nan Zhou couldn’t understand.
Nan Zhou, “Are you thinking?”
“Mm.” Jiang Fang’s voice was tight, “I’m thinking.”
……
After the drunken incident at the [Paper Gold] bar, Jiang Fang realized something.
Nan Zhou should have his own social circle.
He had been following his lead, but only out of a fledgling complex.
He shouldn’t be the only one in his world.
Besides, he was never a suitable traveling companion.
In terms of emotions, Jiang Fang had always been a person who, in order to avoid unsavory endings, did not try to start any close relationships.
So, early in the morning after a night of partying he approached the team members who had just woken up from a drunken sleep with hangovers that hadn’t gone away yet.
The man with the earrings yawned, “Boss, this early in the morning, what do you want?”
“The matter of Nan Zhou.” Jang Fang came straight to the point.
“From today onwards, you all have to be nice to him.”
The team members looked at each other.
The man with the earrings scratched his earlobe, “Boss, you alone can be nice to him. He doesn’t seem to need us much.”
“But you guys need him.”
Jiang Fang lightly pointed out the key point, “If you want him to save you in the future where it matters, talk to him more. This is a no-brainer emotional investment for you guys.”
This was a real benefit to the rest of the team.
So everyone listened to him.
But Song Haining still asked the question in the hearts of all the team members present, “If we are good to him, boss, will you not be jealous?”
Jang Fang was amused, “What do I have to be jealous of?”
After briefly explaining the task to the team members, Jiang Fang returned to the room.
Nan Zhou was still asleep.
The person who had not yet sobered up was breathing lightly and evenly.
Sleeping with his hands under his pillow, he looked like a well behaved kid.
A thin layer of sweat beads adorned the corners of his forehead.
Jiang Fang sat down on the side of the bed, looked at him for a moment, and subconsciously lifted his thumb,wanting to wipe away the sweat.
However, with the hand still in the air, his muscles froze.
From the corner of Nan Zhou’s quilt, something white peeked out.
Jiang Fang recognized what it was.
Yesterday, after taking a bath, Jiang Fang put on his close-fitting pajamas and threw the damp bathrobe on the bed.
The same bathrobe was now wrapped under Nan Zhou’s quilt.
Perhaps it got entangled with the quilt when he turned over during sleep.
But this bathrobe and the endless hints involved behind it ignited Jiang Fang at once.
Jiang Fang suddenly stood up, pulled the bathrobe out and carried it quickly into the washroom, throwing it straight into the sink.
After doing all this, Jiang Fang realized how ridiculous he was being.
The only thing that had happened was that Nan Zhou slept with his personal belongings overnight by accident.
And here he was, overreacting.
After calming down a little, Jang Fang looked down at the disheveled bathrobe in the sink.
The subtle aroma of apples from Nan Zhou’s body lingered on the bathrobe’s surface and hung at the tip of his nose.
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He turned on the cold water faucet and washed his fingers clean, little by little, until the apple fragrance and warmth disappeared between his fingers.
Probably because he made a lot of noise, by the time he came out of the washroom Nan Zhou had already woken up.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, his long hair was slightly messed up and he took “waking up” as a serious matter.
When Jiang Fang walked to the bed Nan Zhou looked up and greeted him, “Good morning.”
Jiang Fang’s fingertips, still slightly wet, were pressed against his side and curled unconsciously, as if imitating the motion of tucking hair behind his ear.
His smile was warm as usual, “…… Hmm. Good morning.”
A few days later, they completed another instance.
They returned to [Rust City] to rest for a while.
When they arrived at the hotel where they stayed temporarily, Nan Zhou tailed Jiang Fang as usual.
In the last instance, Nan Zhou contributed a lot, and he was very tired and needed rest urgently.
But before he could walk through the door, Jiang Fang stretched out his hand to support the door frame, blocking Nan Zhou’s way.
“Do you still want to sleep with me today?” Jiang Fang asked gently, “Don’t you want to choose other places?”
There was silence for a moment.
Nan Zhou said honestly, “No.”
He lowered his head and dug his way through Jiang Fang’s arm, trying to get inside.
Jiang Fang was still smiling, but his attitude was unusually firm as he extended his arm and blocked Nan Zhou’s entry again.
Nan Zhou glanced at him in confusion, leaned against the wall on one side, and yawned in a rather showy manner covering his mouth.
Jiang Fang, “I have something to do today, I have to deal with it alone.”
Nan Zhou looked at his face. Because he was so sleepy, he gave a sluggish “ah”.
“Can’t I go home?” he asked.
His cold voice seemed to be kneading Jiang Fang’s heart, squeezing out a bit of sour lemon juice.
Jiang Fang hesitated for a moment and was about to let go when Nan Zhou turned around, walked not far away, and knocked on another door.
The man with the earrings, who was noisily preparing to set up a table, asked loudly, “Who is it?
Nan Zhou reported himself, “It’s Nan Zhou.”
…… The noises went quiet.
“I want to sleep.” Nan Zhou said, “Is it convenient to let me stay here tonight?”
A few moments later, the man with the earrings opened the door a line, peeked out, and first glanced at the boss standing not far from the door.
He felt that the boss’s fingers on the side of the door clenched so hard that they looked deformed, and his aura was not quite right.
Noticing the strange atmosphere, the man with the earrings faltered and tried to refuse, “We all smoke. We are going to play cards—”
Nan Zhou was already walking inside, “It’s okay.”
Even after the door closed for a long time, Jiang Fang still stood at his door.
After an unknown amount of time, he realized that his fingers on the door frame were sore and unbearable.
He took his hand back and stretched it twice roughly before he slowly said “good night” to the air.
That night, Jiang Fang couldn’t sleep.
They had been sleeping together for nearly three months.
This was the first time Jiang Fang felt that a double bed could be so endlessly huge.
In the beginning, everyone was terrified of Nan Zhou.
But after having the courage to communicate with him, the team members gradually discovered that Nan Zhou’s character was not so bad.
It could even be said that he was pure and simple, like a blank sheet of paper waiting to be colored in any way.
The relationship between them and Nan Zhou got better day by day.
They would also bring Nan Zhou with them when they played cards, and play hand-in-hand with Nan Zhou, and Nan Zhou would play the role of a listener.
He listened to what everyone said.
But probably because his energy was distracted, he stopped paying attention to Jiang Fang.
In the evening, he would play cards with the earrings man and the others, and he would have a rather lively time with everyone when eating.
Jiang Fang thought this was very good.
It’s just that from the day he deliberately distanced himself from Nan Zhou, he basically lost his appetite.
Even if he took two digestion tablets provided from the warehouse, it didn’t help.
He didn’t know if the tablets had expired.
Seven days later, they still hadn’t entered the new copy.
The rest period was really not short, and they had been particularly relaxed in their long-term tension between life and death.
When the team members went to the shops on the street to buy goods, Song Haining mobilized the other two girls and several men in the team to buy more clothes for Nan Zhou on a whim.
They went to a clothing store.
Nan Zhou was a walking clothes rack, he could fit in any clothing easily.
He obediently allowed them to choose the outfits, bringing their selections into the fitting room one by one and then showing it to them.
Song Haining and another girl surrounded Nan Zhou, chattering and giving him advice on what to wear.
“Martin boots of course should be matched with a trench coat.”
“How about this knee-length doctor’s coat?”
“Do you want the red or black motorcycle jacket?”
“Hey, Nan Zhou, this sweater is worn askew, the collarbone chain is the essence, it has to be exposed!”
“Silk scarf also looks good eh, it seems that the neck is long…”
Several young men also followed, making suggestions and sighing.
“Fuck, is this leg real?” Man A was really envious, and leaned over to ask Nan Zhou, “Can I touch it?”
Nan Zhou, “Yes.”
Man B pulled him and kept making certain eye indications at him, “Do you want to die?”
Man A’s eyes were full of yearning for long legs of the same sex, “It’s not in vain! I also have abdominal muscles, I will also let him touch them later.”
So the two reached a friendly exchange agreement.
Jiang Fang sat on one side, smiling decently, but his heart was like a row of fine teeth growing out and biting a lemon.
The soreness and numbness kept spreading and could not be relieved.
Nan Zhou did not even look at him.
Even in the mirror he did not look at him.
He was looking at someone else, talking to someone else, and his leg was being held in the palm of someone else’s hand ……
Jiang Fang took a deep breath and felt sick.
If he falls in love with someone, he will repeat his mother’s mistakes, which was the most stupid thing he could do.
If he fell in love with the virtual character Nan Zhou, his madness might surpass that of his mother’s.
But he couldn’t see anything else in his eyes right now.
He could only see that Nan Zhou was standing with someone else.
Nan Zhou’s palm was pressing on someone’s lower abdomen, caressing curiously.
Jiang Fang felt his lower abdomen harden from the heat.
After the frenzy, several people bought a set of sports clothes for Nan Zhou together.
Seeing that it was going to be late, they said goodbye to Jiang Fang and split up to look for people in other stores, ready to rendezvous.
Nan Zhou wanted to walk out of the clothing store.
However, after taking two steps, he stood still.
He was wearing a new pair of sneakers.
At this time, the snow-white shoelaces fell apart and fell to the ground.
Nan Zhou didn’t usually wear sneakers.
In the comic “Eternal Day”, in most cases, he always had a white shirt, black trousers, and small leather shoes.
Different sizes, worn from small to big, from winter to summer.
Occasionally he can change an outfit, but the type of clothes depends on the author.
This made him always well-dressed and in a suit and leather shoes when he kills.
The appearance of Nan Zhou standing there, staring blankly at the loosening of the shoelaces was very similar to a cartoon in Jiang Fang’s memory.
That was the first time Nan Zhou killed light demons in the comics.
He looked down at his fingers, and beneath his feet was a pool of blood that kept spreading outward.
The blood from his fingertips fell into the pool of blood, splashing out small ripples, like tears.
He thought he was crying, so he numbly raised his hand to touch his cheek, leaving only mottled blood on his face, but he couldn’t feel a trace of tears.
So Nan Zhou, who had never worn sneakers, fell into a daze.
He did not know how to tie the loose laces.
Nan Zhou kicked his feet, leaned down, and tried to grab the laces at one end.
Suddenly, he heard a voice from the side.
Jiang Fang knelt down on one knee beside him and said lightly, “Sit down.”
Nan Zhou froze for a moment, then sat down gently.
Jiang Fang’s arm went around his calf, and when it landed on his shoe, his fingertips accidentally rubbed against his ankle.
Jiang Fang didn’t pause, he was afraid that if he stopped and thought about it, he would regret it.
He said, “You watch.”
He showed Nan Zhou how to tie the shoelaces.
But Nan Zhou did not get up immediately after learning.
Nan Zhou turned sideways, looked at the side of Jiang Fang’s face, and said in a definite tone, “Actually, you don’t want me to make friends with others, do you?”
Jiang Fang’s fingertips paused a beat, not responding positively, “…… so?”
“Well.” Nan Zhou said frankly, “I don’t want to either.”
Jiang Fang, “But I see you guys are talking happily.”
As soon as these words came out, he couldn’t help but tilt his head, annoyed that he couldn’t control his tone well.
“I’m trying. But I know, I just want to be your friend.” He heard Nan Zhou say, “I’m angry with you.”
Jiang Fang’s heart soaked in lemon juice was poured into honey water.
Nan Zhou said, “They are all very good, but they are not you.”
Jiang Fang’s heart was so soaked that it was numb and tender, and he couldn’t help apologizing, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
“…I shouldn’t have pushed you out without discussing it with you.”
“Well …… I guess it’s because the other day I said I had reproductive impulses for you and you didn’t like it.” Nan Zhou reasonably speculated, “I won’t say that later. But can I secretly have it?”
Jiang Fang put his head down for a long time, not responding, only tying and untying Nan Zhou’s shoelaces.
After dozens of seconds of silence and repeated actions, he said to Nan Zhou “I also exercise.”
Nan Zhou, “? I know.”
Jiang Fang, “I have a well-maintained diet.”
Nan Zhou, “……? Hmm.”
Jiang Fang lifted his head, “I also have-”
However, after meeting Nan Zhou’s pure and clear gaze, his heart contracted slightly, and he withdrew the childish emotion that was about to lose control and overflow his atrium, “Forget it. It’s nothing.”
He asked Nan Zhou, “Have you learned? Try to tie your shoes.”
Nan Zhou held his knee and hung his head, “…… you can tie it again.”
……
Jang Fang was seriously thinking about the moment when he began to care about Nan Zhou and be jealous because of him.
After 15 minutes of tracing, he gave the answer in a low voice, facing the view of the south boat at the other end of the rock, “Yes… that time, I pushed him to make friends with others.”
Nan Zhou faintly moved his eyebrows.
——He?
——… is it one of his many former friends?
The little mermaid was silent for a moment, the fish ears trembling slightly in the sea breeze, waiting for the transmission of the correct answer.
“No,” said the little mermaid, “wrong answer.”
Jiang Fang felt his calf gradually paralyzed and raised one side of his eyebrow.
The little mermaid said, “The correct answer is when you met him for the second time and found out that he had a good relationship with his pet.”
Jiang Fang’s cheeks flushed furiously, “……”
He felt that he was seriously ill.
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The author has something to say:
Brother Fang: The beginning of jealousy that I never imagined
Hahaha oh my god public execution indeed. Thank you for the chapter!
Somehow, I have the feeling of both being exasperated and wanting to laugh reading about Jiang Fang’s answer and the correct answer. 😅😂😅😂😅😂😅😂
Thanks for the chapter!
LMAO
Jealous for squirrel…..
Thank you for your translation 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
I caught up …🥲