Death Progress Bar Chapter 45 - Ship

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After the hug was over, Lian Jun urged s.h.i.+ Jin to take the bear costume off, worrying he would get heatstroke. s.h.i.+ Jin, however, insisted on it, and took lots of photos with Lian Jun, to make up for those missing in his childhood. Only afterward did he run to the kitchen and take off the costume, was.h.i.+ng his face while he was there.

Wearing a whole body costume in this climate was really too much. s.h.i.+ Jin only had it on for a little while, but his hair and clothes were soaked with sweat. Despite being hot and uncomfortable, when he recalled the happiness on Lian Jun’s face, he thought it was more than worth it.

“Eh, to make your child happy, at least this much is a given.” s.h.i.+ Jin sighed with satisfaction, feeling that he was a great “father.”

Xiao Si:

Helpless, s.h.i.+ Jin coaxed it, “Don’t cry. I know you’re worked up about your Darling’s birthday, but you’ve been crying for so long—be careful not to short-circuit yourself.”

Xiao Si began to hiccup, and its sobbing intensified.

s.h.i.+ Jin looked to the sky and let out a long sigh. Deciding to let it be, he returned to the outdoor area.

Everyone else was already there. Lian Jun sat in front of the cake, opening presents.

“Why haven’t you cut the cake yet?” s.h.i.+ Jin asked as he approached, rubbing his sweaty hair with a towel.

Gua Two turned to him and winked evocatively. “Obviously we’re waiting for you, mister confectioner.”

s.h.i.+ Jin rolled his eyes at him with a smile and looked at Lian Jun. Suddenly, the image of the other man closing his eyes and kissing him flashed through his mind, and he unconsciously paused.

—No good, that picture had too much impact, he was still overwhelmed.

“s.h.i.+ Jin, come here.” Lian Jun’s voice sounded just in time.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but today, Lian Jun’s voice seemed to be extraordinarily smooth and pleasant to listen to.

s.h.i.+ Jin wiped his ears with a towel and resumed walking. “Why haven’t you cut the cake yet—are you really waiting for me?”

When he came close enough, Lian Jun took his hand and answered, “Of course I’m waiting for you.” Still holding s.h.i.+ Jin’s hand, he picked up the knife with the other and cut the top layer of the cake.

Excited, Gua Six whipped out a camera and took pictures like crazy. He pushed Gua Two out of the lens, as he was obstructing the view.

Gua Two: “……”

“It actually has layers. How long did it take you to make?” Lian Jun glanced at s.h.i.+ Jin, squeezing his hand.

Lian Jun’s hand was chilly. It should be comfortable to hold in such hot weather, yet s.h.i.+ Jin felt his palms sweat. He let go, and to make his action inconspicuous, wiped the sweat on his neck with a towel. “Not long, everyone helped me a lot.”

Lian Jun looked at the soaked s.h.i.+rt sticking to his body and frowned. He reached out and helped him pull it away from the skin, sending Gua Six a glance.

It took Gua Six but a second to understand. He nodded and walked a bit further away, then made a call.

Distracted by his clothes being pulled, s.h.i.+ Jin didn’t notice their silent exchange. He turned his head to look behind him. Feeling the sea breeze in the gap, cooling his heated skin, he narrowed his eyes with comfort and said thank you to Lian Jun.

Once the cake was cut, everyone gathered to get a piece and began to chat in warm atmosphere.

Five minutes later, Gua Six came up to s.h.i.+ Jin, holding a clean set of clothes, and said, “Change into it, you’ll be more comfortable.”

s.h.i.+ Jin blinked in surprise, then felt touched. “You’re so nice, Brother Six.”

“You should say this to Jun-shao, it was he who asked me to bring you fresh clothes. There’s a small bathroom at the back of the kitchen, you can wash there. Your sweat is almost dry, but it must be sticky and uncomfortable,” Gua Six replied, not pa.s.sing an opportunity to help Lian Jun earn brownie points.

Stunned, s.h.i.+ Jin turned to look at Lian Jun, who talked with the people surrounding him, a cake plate resting on his knees. His hands gripped the clothes tighter. He thanked Gua Six and went to the kitchen.

“Your Darling is such a nice guy,” s.h.i.+ Jin couldn’t help exclaiming as he washed.

Xiao Si started hiccupping again, and its wails became louder and louder.

s.h.i.+ Jin: “……”

Lian Jun, who didn’t like eating sweets, stuffed himself full of cake on his birthday.

s.h.i.+ Jin, who didn’t play real mahjong for a long time, finally got an occasion to do it and occupied himself with it with zest.

And so, everyone was happy… But unfortunately, some had to pay the price for their happiness—to make up for his missing lessons, s.h.i.+ Jin had to suffer through evening remedial cla.s.ses.

They were scheduled from 7:00 to 9:30 after supper, so they ended a bit late. Lian Jun, worried about s.h.i.+ Jin tiring himself out too much, wanted to cancel the ma.s.sage sessions until he was done with the remedial cla.s.ses.

s.h.i.+ Jin objected to his proposal, feeling that the maintenance of Lian Jun’s legs couldn’t fall behind even a day. He put a great effort into trying to convince Lian Jun, and finally got him to agree. However, taking into consideration the hour, he shortened the time, just ma.s.saging Lian Jun’s legs before going to bed.

And so, s.h.i.+ Jin, who’d suffered a loss but thought he won the prize, said with satisfaction, “Yes, just like that, Jun-shao, you have to be positive and look forward in life.”

Lian Jun, who actually got all the benefits but looked as if he had no choice but to concede: “Mhm.”

Xiao Si: <……> Fine, sometimes s.h.i.+ Jin’s stupidity is not a bad thing.

That evening, s.h.i.+ Jin knocked on Lian Jun’s door after finis.h.i.+ng the remedial lessons.

Because it wouldn’t be a full ma.s.sage, the ma.s.sage table was temporarily abandoned. As it was late and Lian Jun would rest immediately after, he simply got into the bed so he wouldn’t have to move later.

s.h.i.+ Jin had no objections. Once Lian Jun laid down, he lifted the hem of the nightgown and began to rub his calf.

After kneading, kneading, and kneading, s.h.i.+ Jin eyed the bed, his arms aching a bit. The width of the bed made changing sides inconvenient, unlike the ma.s.sage table. If he continued to stand and lean over, it would be harder and harder for him to ma.s.sage properly.

Lian Jun soon understood his predicament and thoughtfully suggested, “Just come up on the bed. It’s late—the earlier you finish, the earlier you can rest.”

s.h.i.+ Jin hesitated. “No, but I haven’t washed yet.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” Not only were Lian Jun’s words kind, he even reached a hand to help s.h.i.+ Jin up.

s.h.i.+ Jin was touched—sure enough, Lian Jun really was nice. He obediently climbed onto the other side of the bed, sitting on the quilt that was pulled off earlier, and continued the ma.s.sage.

He never realized the problem he’d just encountered could be solved by Lian Jun turning over or moving to the other side. There was no need for s.h.i.+ Jin to get on the bed at all.

But he climbed up and now, it was impossible to climb down again.

Lian Jun watched s.h.i.+ Jin sit on his bed, completely focused on his legs, and his lips curved slightly.

By the end, Lian Jun seemed to have fallen asleep. s.h.i.+ Jin carefully crawled off the bed. When he straightened and was about to leave, he felt a cold hand grab his own.

He stopped and glanced back.

Lian Jun, who he thought was asleep, opened his eyes, leaning slightly sideways. Seeing s.h.i.+ Jin look back at him, he gave the teenager a smile—not too obvious, but definitely a smile. “Thank you for your hard work,” he said.

That smile melted s.h.i.+ Jin’s heart. He felt as if he gained an unexpected but wonderful return for something he’d never needed to be paid back for. He turned back, squeezed Lian Jun’s hand, and stooped down to give him a gentle hug. Then he squatted down and looked at his face, happy: “Your smile is beautiful, you should smile more… Now sleep, goodnight, Jun-shao.”

Lian Jun carefully engraved s.h.i.+ Jin’s expression into his memory. He closed his eyes and responded in a low voice, “Goodnight, s.h.i.+ Jin.”

s.h.i.+ Jin couldn’t help but smile. He stayed next to the bed, staring at Lian Jun’s sleeping face for until the numbness in his legs woke him up. He blinked, wondering in pa.s.sing why he suddenly wanted to watch Lian Jun sleep. His mood was still strangely warmand buoyant. He helped Lian Jun pull up the quilt, got up, and quietly stepped out of the room, not forgetting to turn off the lights before leaving.

Click.

Once the door closed, Lian Jun opened his eyes in the dark room. He pulled off the quilt s.h.i.+ Jin tucked in and took a look at the hand he’d held, sighing softly. Silly boy, when on earth will he understand?

Is it because he’s too young?

He thought that must be it, put down his hand, and this time really fell asleep.

Time continued to pa.s.s. On the last day of s.h.i.+ Jin’s remedial cla.s.ses, the official notice came—the date and place of the conference had been decided upon. According to the calculations, if they wanted to arrive at the coordinates sent by the officials on time, they had to leave at least three days in advance.

It was already the end of March, and the conference was scheduled for mid-April. Lian Jun, as the suppressing force of the government, had to be there before the leaders of other organizations, so the departure time was pushed forward another two days.

As such, they had less than ten days to get ready.

The pleasant holiday ended without warning. Everyone snapped back into the right state of mind and bustled about, preparing for the voyage.

As a “student,” s.h.i.+ Jin was only allowed to watch.

At the island’s small airport, planes landed and took off every day. The piles of cargo unloaded from them were transported to a large s.h.i.+p, which replaced the medium-sized one they came on.

During another break between cla.s.ses, s.h.i.+ Jin leaned on the windowsill in the large study, watching the bustle in the distant harbor. He thought about Lian Jun’s static progress bar, and couldn’t help but sigh.

I only hope it stays this way.

“Why are you sighing?” Asked Lian Jun, who s.h.i.+ Jin didn’t know when had appeared at his side. He followed the teenager’s gaze to the busy harbor. “Do you want to go down and have a look?”

s.h.i.+ Jin returned to himself and shook his head. “No. I don’t know anything. If I go, I’ll only trouble everyone.”

Lian Jun didn’t try to persuade him, merely watching the s.h.i.+p with him. After a moment, he changed the topic: “We nearly finished investigating s.h.i.+ Xingrui’s life, the report will be transmitted in a few days. However, there isn’t much information about Xiang Qing’s abortion, it was too long ago—the investigation didn’t make much progress and will probably take more time.”

It took s.h.i.+ Jin a few seconds to absorb his words, then he nodded to show he understood. Suddenly, he realized that since Lian Jun’s birthday, he never once thought about s.h.i.+ Xingrui and his family matters. Every day, his mind was occupied with either studying or planning where to go with Lian Jun on the weekend or with playing—nothing serious.

Sure enough, holidays made people regress.

He deeply reflected on his behavior and looked at the two progress bars in his mind, one stable at 490 and the other at 500. Pondering what he knew of the plot, he turned his eyes back to the s.h.i.+p in the harbor and sank into thought—the remaining value of the bars would probably be troublesome to reduce.

Lian Jun didn’t say anything, quietly accompanying him by the window. He had a faraway look in his eyes, and it was unknown what he thought about.

Once the evening cla.s.ses over and done with, the ma.s.sages returned to their previous time.

When today’s session ended, s.h.i.+ Jin sent Lian Jun to the bathroom. After they said goodnight, he paused in front of the closed bathroom door, took a look at the time, and another at the neatly made bed. Suddenly, his heart felt a bit empty. He heaved a sigh and said to Xiao Si, “Today, I can’t watch Lian Jun until he falls asleep—maybe he will secretly keep working late again.”

Xiao Si, who’d already regained its spirits, suggested thoughtfully,

s.h.i.+ Jin’s heart instantly stopped feeling empty. Looking as if he’d been enlightened, he said, “That’s right, I can go and check in on him. ‘Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise,’ as they say. Yes, that’s it, I’ll do that.”

Xiao Si immediately expressed enthusiastic support for this decision.

At 10:30 that evening, s.h.i.+ Jin, wearing sleeveless t-s.h.i.+rt and shorts as pajamas, stood in front of Lian Jun’s door. He raised a hand but hesitated: “Xiao Si, if Lian Jun has already gone to bed, would my knocking wake him up?”

Xiao Si a.s.sured him hurriedly,