translator: loop
Unfortunately, the first gift that Chu Si gave to his adoptive father, Jiang Qi, was a shoeprint on the face.
The good thing was that before he landed, Jiang Qi suddenly remembered he had brought his bracelet this time. He temporarily turned on the anti-gravity device embedded in the bracelet, which made the foot not so heavy, avoiding the embarrassing result of having his face half-swollen.
This was not a very pleasant way to meet, but Chu Si felt that the fact that Jiang Qi did not kick him back was already a miracle. If he was in the orphanage, stepping on someone else’s face would have been retaliated against, whether it was an accident or not.
So Chu Si got up as soon as he landed, subconsciously took two steps back against the wall, and stared at Jiang Qi vigilantly.
“Now you’re afraid again? How come you weren’t afraid when you used my face as a landing spot just now?” Jiang Qi wiped his face covered in ice.
At that time, Chu Si was very small, like a wild cat with raised hair all over. The way he stared at him with his face tilted up wasn’t even half-threatening. Rather, it amused Jiang Qi, and he said, “Don’t stare with such big eyes, aren’t you afraid of your eyeballs leaking out? Kid, you’re quite interesting.”
For many, many years afterward, every time he remembered Jiang Qi’s reaction that night, Chu Si felt Jiang Qi hadn’t been right in the head. After being kicked in the face, he still thought the other party was interesting.
At that time, 8-year-old Chu Si was even more puzzled. He never thought that stepping on someone would result in such an evaluation, and for a moment, he was both surprised and confused.
By the time he came back to his senses, he had already been picked up by Jiang Qi and turned towards the entrance of the alley. This grown man, walking while talking, teased Chu Si and said, “Shouldn’t you thank me?”
Chu Si: “…”
No one had ever told him to say thank you when he stepped on their face.
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Jiang Qi said again, “If it weren’t for me catching you, you would’ve fallen and exploded like a watermelon today.”
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In order to save the other half of his face, Jiang Qi temporarily changed his route and took Chu Si back to the hotel where he stayed in Xixi City. In the early hours of the morning, he caught Chu Si, who had attempted to escape from the rooftop a second time, and tried to placate him by saying, “This building has more than 170 floors, kid. If you really fell down, I would have to shovel you up, quite unsightly.”
Later, the orphanage with its countless eyes really did come to their door. Jiang Qi was probably a little blind, but he saw the expression behind Chu Si’s blank face, so he went through a series of adoption procedures and pulled him out of the hellhole he’d been staying in for eight years.
The years he lived together with Jiang Qi were not very interesting because Jiang Qi was too busy. Once he started working, he would become crazy, tireless day and night.
But those were still the most peaceful and comfortable days of Chu Si’s sixty years of life. He learned everything he could, and gradually spoke more. Occasionally, when Jiang Qi was free, he would tell him about his past experiences, whether they were interesting or thrilling.
That was probably the only part of Chu Si’s life that matched his age. The only thing not-so-wonderful was that his headaches still existed, and every time he had an attack, he wanted to smash his skull to pieces to get it over with. Out of a certain mentality, Chu Si always forced himself to endure, unwilling to let Jiang Qi see the slightest problem.
He originally thought that life would continue like this, and conservatively estimated about a hundred more years. But he didn’t expect those days to last for such a short period of time, and come to an abrupt end six years later due to Jiang Qi’s death.
He died in an explosion, leaving behind not even his bones. Chu Si still owed him a “thank you”.
When he was sent to the White Eagle Sanatorium, Chu Si almost returned to his pre-eight-year-old state overnight.
Most of the children in the White Eagle Sanatorium were orphans of military personnel, and some were said to have special backgrounds or problems.
Due to the complex amount of staff, the White Eagle Sanatorium resembled a scaled-down society, but one unlike the orphanage at Xixi City.
No one there treated them like normal children, and it was rather like they were being raised in advance as special military reserves.
Chu Si was initially unable to accept the management style there. On the second day after entering the sanatorium, he was taken to the medical room for general anesthesia and slept for a whole day. After waking up, he didn’t notice any abnormalities in his body.
Those experiences he had in the orphanage made him extremely wary of everyone around him. So he secretly observed for a week and finally learned that he had a physiological condition monitor implanted in his body, supposedly to report his health status at all times.
Whether with good intentions or bad intentions, this kind of concealed behavior hit Chu Si’s bursting point. Even being touched would make him feel a bit disgusted, let alone burying something inside his body without his consent.
Because the wound had been healed, no trace could be seen. It took Chu Si several days to finally find out where the so-called physiological condition monitor was buried.
He picked an afternoon, fished out a dagger from the steel weapons storeroom, and quietly went to the botanical garden behind the storeroom, where there was a surveillance blind spot against the wall.
Chu Si leaned back against the wall, covered by the large vines and roses scattered there, and pressed the tip of his dagger against his left arm.
Although he couldn’t see the marks, he could feel a slight pinch when the tip of the blade traveled over his flesh.
In his youth, Chu Si’s tolerance for pain was much higher than that of ordinary people. While keeping watch for movement in the botanical garden, he pressed the dagger into his flesh. When blood seeped out, he didn’t even frown.
His hands were very stable, and with just a flick, he could pick out that thin metal sheet.
Just as the tip of the dagger touched the metal sheet, a lazy voice suddenly rang out from above his head: “Good afternoon, newcomer.”
The voice appeared without warning, causing Chu Si’s fingers to tremble. The thin blade of the dagger slipped, pulling a larger cut on his forearm.
Blood flowed out at once.
Chu Si turned his head impatiently and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy half crouched on the top of the wall. He had a pair of very beautiful eyes, almost transparent in color. When he looked down with them half-lidded, he showed a very intense arrogance.
In short, the urge to hit him was very strong.
Chu Si didn’t pay any attention to him, withdrew his gaze, and then moved the dagger to pick out the metal plate.
He expressionlessly squeezed the metal piece into his palm, and as the youth jumped down from the wall, he casually flicked the dagger, spraying blood onto the youth’s face.
The youth who had opened his mouth to say something raised his eyebrows. He licked a droplet of blood from the corner of his mouth, curved his eyes at Chu Si, and said with an unreadable expression: “Thank you for your hospitality, may I have some more?”
Psychopath.
Chu Si glanced at him from the corner of his eye, grabbed the dagger, turned around, and left.
Not long after, he learned the name of the youth…
His name was Sa’e Yang.
loop: hi everyone, remember to divide all ages by 2 to get their ages in our time~ if you don’t remember, it’s stated before that the lifespan on their planet is roughly 200 years, so they age at a slower rate than us.
thank you for the update ! has been waiting for this danmei for so long that i keep checking daily lol
He still owes Jiang Qi a thank you.. That part broke me 😭😭
… what a first meeting
Jiang Qi, rest in peace.