translator: honeydew
Yang Ziquan and Lin Zhushui were old acquaintances. They reminisced about the past and also shared news about the upcoming competition. Of course, most of the time Yang Ziquan was talking, and Lin Zhushui only gave concise replies.
Finally, Lin Zhushui bid farewell and returned to his room. Yang Ziquan’s expression was still a bit reluctant, but he managed to hold himself back. If Lin Zhushui could see his nostalgic gaze, he would definitely have a layer of goosebumps on his body…
After Lin Zhushui left, Yang Ziquan repeatedly told his disciple Yang Mian to make sure he behaved well in front of Lin Zhushui, and asked him if he had introduced himself properly when he went to pick him up.
Yang Mian was stunned after hearing this and said, “But master, didn’t you already talk to Mr. Lin on a phone call beforehand?”
Yang Ziquan said, “A phone call? What phone call?”
Yang Mian was shocked and said, “Mr. Lin knew who I was when he saw me. I asked him how he knew and he said you told him over the phone.”
Yang Ziquan immediately guessed the truth and smiled bitterly. “How could I call him? I don’t even know his phone number.”
Yang Mian was dumbfounded.
Yang Ziquan said, “Lin Zhushui is famous for his love of tranquility. It’s not easy to find someone like him. Sigh… my foolish disciple.”
Yang Mian said, “So, did he calculate my identity?”
Yang Ziquan nodded, let out a long sigh, and heavily patted his foolish disciple’s shoulder. “You must keep a good relationship with the two disciples Mr. Lin brought. In the future, you will definitely need them!”
Yang Mian nodded and agreed.
Due to his master’s instructions, Yang Mian found Zhou Jiayu and Shen Yiqiong at night and invited them out to have a late-night snack.
After hearing Yang Mian’s invitation, Shen Yiqiong agreed and dragged Zhou Jiayu out of the hotel.
“Won’t Sir be angry if he finds out?” Zhou Jiayu was a bit worried.
“No, it’s okay,” Shen Yiqiong said. “Although Sir usually manages us strictly, it doesn’t matter as long as we don’t cause a big commotion.”
Zhou Jiayu said, “Big commotion? What big commotion have you made?”
Shen Yiqiong’s face showed embarrassment, but he refused to elaborate, and just told Zhou Jiayu to drink less alcohol.
Yang Mian smiled and said, “The two of you have a good relationship.”
Shen Yiqiong said, “Hmph, our relationship isn’t good at all.”
Zhou Jiayu: “…” Shen Yiqiong, are you a little tsundere princess?!
The three of them chatted while walking and arrived at a night snack stall next to the hotel.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Shen Yiqiong nodded and said, “That’s true.”
A late-night snack would only be authentic if you ate from a small roadside stall. Yang Mian ordered a few dishes at the stall and introduced them to Shen Yiqiong and Zhou Jiayu, saying, “The timing of this competition is just right. In July, all kinds of mushrooms in Yunnan have grown, and they’re really delicious. I’ve been eating them for the past few days.”
Zhou Jiayu also quite liked mushrooms and said, “What’s good?”
Yang Mian said, “You definitely need to try the lurid bolete. Once the boss cooks it up, there’s no problem!” He happily ordered a few bottles of beer and some pickled vegetables and said, “My master doesn’t like to eat out. Usually, I eat alone, but today, I finally have people to accompany me.”
Shen Yiqiong smiled and said, “You can’t drink too much, otherwise Sir will get angry.”
Yang Mian nodded and said, “Yes, one bottle per person. After drinking, we’ll leave.”
The night market was bustling with people, quite lively.
The ordered dishes were served one by one, and Zhou Jiayu tasted Yang Mian’s recommended “lurid bolete”. His eyes lit up and he said, “It’s delicious.”
Yang Mian said, “Isn’t it? This fungus has a particularly fresh taste.”
It was indeed delicious, fresh and fragrant, soft and juicy, but somewhat firm. Chewing it filled the mouth with fragrance. Zhou Jiayu praised, “En, en, it’s much more delicious than shiitakes and other mushrooms.”
Shen Yiqiong also said it was delicious.
They talked about some supernatural events unrelated to the competition, and Yang Mian said that his master had encountered several voodoo dolls and had been busy with them for quite a long time. Shen Yiqiong told Yang Mian about the Kuman Thong they had just encountered, while Zhou Jiayu worked hard eating next to them, treating the conversation as a dish to go along with the meal.
After three rounds of drinking, it was getting late, and the three of them slowly walked back to the hotel.
When they arrived at the hotel, they each returned to their rooms. Zhou Jiayu also returned to his room and laid in bed with his eyes closed for a while, feeling that there was something strange about his body.
When he opened his eyes again, he was completely dumbfounded. On the floor of the room, there were seven or eight little people, all of whom looked exactly like Lin Zhushui. They sat in two rows on a boat that looked exactly like a dragon boat, frowning and trying to row.
Zhou Jiayu: “Fuck!!!”
Frightened by this scene, Zhou Jiayu let out a scream and scrambled out of bed. He stumbled to the room next door and started pounding wildly at the door: “Sir, sir…”
After a moment, the door opened. Lin Zhushui was wearing his pajamas, his eyes still closed and his brow furrowed slightly. “What’s the matter?”
Zhou Jiayu didn’t know where he had gotten the courage from, but he threw himself directly onto Lin Zhushui and cried out, “Help— there are so many of you in my room, they’re rowing a boat!!”
Lin Zhushui: “…”
As soon as Zhou Jiayu finished crying, he froze completely because he seemed to see several white fox tails slowly emerging from behind Lin Zhushui…
Zhou Jiayu: “Wu—”
Lin Zhushui smelled the alcohol on Zhou Jiayu and said, “Did you drink?”
After seeing his tail, Zhou Jiayu spun around and planned to run, but was grabbed by Lin Zhushui. He turned back pitifully and cried, “Don’t eat me, I don’t taste good…”
Lin Zhushui: “…Who wants to eat you?”
Zhou Jiayu obviously didn’t believe Lin Zhushui’s words, after all, he even had exposed his fox tail. The most terrifying thing was that the seven or eight Lin Zhushui who were originally rowing in his room had already rowed the boat out of his room and came towards him. Zhou Jiayu cried loudly and said, “The water is flooding over—”
Lin Zhushui: “…” Is he drunk or foolish?
As he was thinking about whether to knock Zhou Jiayu unconscious or not, Yang Ziquan, who lived on the same floor as them, came out with a dark expression and said, “Mr. Lin!! Something big has happened!! My disciple has also been possessed!!”
Lin Zhushui: “Possessed?”
Yang Ziquan said, “They must have been sabotaged!” Every year, before the feng shui competition, there would be contestants struck by evil for various strange reasons. The most outrageous one in the last competition was a contestant who got caught in a nightmare and went to poke a hornet’s nest by his own accord. At that time, he was directly dragged to the emergency room.
Lin Zhushui was about to speak when Zhou Jiayu, who was whimpering in his arms, suddenly jumped up and rushed behind him. Then he slapped Lin Zhushui’s butt and cried, “Sir, your nine tails have also turned into nine little people!”
Yang Ziquan: “…”
Lin Zhushui: “…”
Lin Zhushui reached out and pulled Zhou Jiayu into his arms again, gritting his teeth and saying, “What did the three of them do just now?”
“Ah, it seems like the three of them were going to have a late-night snack,” Yang Ziquan said.
Lin Zhushui immediately understood and said, “Call 120.”
Yang Ziquan said in a daze, “Call 120? Can they deal with possessions?”
Lin Zhushui squeezed out a sentence: “What kind of possession? Possession from eating mushrooms!”
Yang Ziquan: “…” He couldn’t say anything and silently took out his phone to call 120.
After a moment, the ambulance came in and dragged the three people away.
Shen Yiqiong was almost as miserable as his companions. Although he had no strange hallucinations, he had vomiting and diarrhea. While he was being pulled away, he trembled and exclaimed, “Sir, are we going to die?”
Lin Zhushui smiled and said, “Shen Yiqiong, if I were you, I would feel I’d be better off dying in the hospital.”
Shen Yiqiong: “…” Sir, your smile is so terrifying. Zhou Jiayu, what have you done to him…
Zhou Jiayu was still counting his little people in a daze, completely unaware of what he had done. After he was sent to the hospital, his stomach pumped, and he had recovered, he felt that he would rather live on in the world of the little people.
Zhou Jiayu: “I touched Lin Zhushui’s butt.”
Jiba: “Yes.”
Zhou Jiayu: “I even squeezed it a bit.”
Jiba: “Yes.”
Zhou Jiayu: “Do you have anything to say?”
Jiba thought for a moment: “How did it feel?”
Zhou Jiayu flushed: “Very good.”
Jiba: “En, you can leave this world peacefully now.”
Zhou Jiayu closed his eyes and a sorrowful tear slid down. He thought, turns out waiting for death feels like this.
Lin Zhushui only came to the hospital later, and when he arrived, all three of them had recovered.
Yang Ziquan was quite embarrassed and couldn’t help but apologize to Lin Zhushui.
Lin Zhushui said, “It‘s fine, this matter has nothing to do with you.”
Yang Ziquan forced a smile and said, “I asked, it was my disciple who took your disciples to eat mushrooms…”
Lin Zhushui said coldly, “They went to eat, it’s their fault. Which ward are they in?”
Yang Ziquan pointed to the right.
Lin Zhushui said, “Then I’ll go and visit them.”
Yang Ziquan looked at Lin Zhushui’s back, and for some reason felt a little sympathy for Lin Zhushui’s two disciples and the fear they had towards him…
The author has something to say:
Lin Zhushui: So you like to eat mushrooms? Then why don’t I feed you a big one?
Zhou Jiayu: …wu I was wrong… I can’t, can’t hold it in my mouth…
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Sorry
Lol, Author’s note always makes bad situation really funny
Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
HELP HE ACTUALLY SLAPPED HIS MASTER’S BUTT GGJGJFJSHJK
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
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(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ヮ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)♡ That’s a spicy author’s note…
I know I am sweating while reading it 😅😂
🤣🤣 I feel bad to laugh but its very funny XD
I CANT- HE DID NOT😭🤣🤣🤣🤣