Ch3 - Little Sheep

Halfway through the journey, Night Ferry remembered that Sheep Curls could not harvest advanced herbs. 

Instead of saying something, he changed their route and took Yang Juan to the field with the lowest tier herb, adding the dancer as friends along the way.  

Yang Juan was unaware of this. After getting off the horse, he rummaged through tools in his inventory. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Do you need all 500 herbs tonight?]

 

 

Night Ferry sat on top of the slope like a supervisor, glanced at the dancer standing at the bottom of the slope and deliberately joked. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Yes, you are not allowed to sleep until you are done.] 

The anticipated rebuttal did not come. The dancer at the bottom of the slope bent down with a small shovel and began to concentrate on working. 

 

Night Ferry was at a loss for words. 

Was the other party really ready to stay up digging?

After doubting that impossible thought, he dropped the topic and began to ask questions. 

 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Why did Apricot Sprig seek you out?]

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: She asked me to change my name.]

Night Ferry sneered at his monitor. 

 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Ignore her.] 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Oh, do you know her?]

[(Friend) Night Ferry: You know her as well, Sheep Babe is her alt.]

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Oh.]

He figured that already actually.  

In the afternoon, in front of the beginner village, Sheep Babe called herself Sprig. Earlier in the instance dungeon, Errant Wolf did say that his name was too similar to Sheep Babe’s. After they were done with the dungeon, Apricot Sprig switched accounts and confronted him to change his name. 

It did not take Yang Juan long to smoothly fit all the clues together. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: How do you know I know her? You know who I am?]

Night Ferry stayed silent, pretending not to see the message.  

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Oh.]

Night Ferry was feeling slightly annoyed. 

 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Is ‘oh’ all you know? Are you a parrot?]

Yang Juan slowly typed, with an affirmative tone.  

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: You do know me.]

[(Friend) Night Ferry: …]

He changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Are you Willow ’s roommate?] 

Zhuo Lan said that in the game that the people who call him by his nickname in the game are players who are very close to him. Yang Juan rubbed his tired eyes and nodded to the computer subconsciously. 

After nodding, he realized that the other party could not see his physical gesture. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Yes.]

[(Friend) Night Ferry: You two are in different majors?] 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Yes.]

[(Friend) Night Ferry: And you two are not very close?]

He already typed out [Yes], but after reading the content of the question, he furrowed in confusion. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: No, we are close.] 

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Coafg rbwf atbeutar, tf jvvfv jcbatfg wfrrjuf. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Very close.]

Rluta Mfggs cjggbkfv tlr fsfr. 

Qliibk rjlv atfs kfgf cba nfgs mibrf, yea Vtffq Jegir rjlv batfgklrf.  

Vbwfbcf lr islcu. 

Ktfgf kjr cb kjs Qliibk kbeiv ilf ab atfw. 

 

Lf ofia atja atlr yfulccfg jmmbeca kjr wbgf rerqlmlber. Lf kjcafv ab wjxf wbgf lcdelgs, yea kjr lcafggeqafv ys j xcbmx bc atf vbbg bearlvf bo atf tbafi gbbw. 

Night Ferry went AFK to get the door before following the person out.  

Not being in an active conversation, Yang Juan became more and more sleepy. His eyelids drooped and almost did not open them in time several times. 

He tried to keep his eyes open and sent a private message to the other person. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Can I sleep and finish the rest tomorrow?]

Night Ferry ignored him.  

The handsome assassin with high eyebrows and deep eyes sat on the slope and stared down at him. His face was cold and stern. 

Yang Juan gloomy moved his camera angle and continued to gather herbs. 

It was past midnight by the time Night Ferry came back to the room. He saw the question with the feeling of grievance in between the lines and the beautiful dancer who was still digging herbs at the foot of the slope. 

He suddenly got this unbearable feeling inside.  

He even regretted cracking that joke earlier. 

He zoomed the camera on the dancer’s face. Even her face that was customized to be an aloof beauty and her small round teardrop mole at the end of her eyes seemed piteous. 

His keyboard started making clicking sounds from his aggressive typing. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Are you dumb or what? Stop digging and sleep if you are sleepy.] 

The beautiful dancer finally straightened up and faced him with her pale face. Her large round eyes were very innocent looking. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Then I am getting off.]

Night Ferry’s heart thumbed as he stopped the other player. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: You are leaving just like that? Not even a good night?] 

Yang Juan was stupefied. His fingertips unconsciously dug against the keycaps and finally awkwardly pressed enter. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Good night.]

 

Night Ferry raised an eyebrow. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Good night.] 

After a pause, feeling mischievous, he added. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Little Sheep.]

When Yang Juan saw it, he froze in front of the computer. 

The light from the monitor clearly outlined his blushing and burning face.  

The next day at noon, Zhuo Lan dug out Yang Juan, who was sleeping like the dead. 

His curly hair was a mess, and his eyes could not focus because he was not wearing his glasses. There were also red pillow marks on his cheeks. 

Zhuo Lan was shocked and immediately reached out to touch his forehead. 

Yang Juan tilted his head to dodge the hand. He closed his eyes and mumbled, “I do not have a fever.” 

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Zhuo Lan vaguely guessed, “When did you sleep last night.”

“Almost one.” Yang Juan replied. 

Zhuo Lan: “…”

He ran his fingers through Yang Juan’s fluffy hair to make the hair even more chaotic, turned around and climbed down the bed using the ladder. “Hurry and come down, I brought you food.” 

Yang Juan stayed motionlessly on the bed, the remnants of sleep still stirring in his brain. 

The phone Zhuo Lan left on the table lit up, notifying a new message. He picked up his phone and checked it. 

The second he finished reading, his previous calm went out of the window as he slapped on his table in anger. “That fucker. Last night, Dead of Night’s alt account had a tryst with another chick. One of my good friends took a screenshot as evidence. I have to go confront him.”

Yang Juan’s messy curls poked out from the edge of the top bunk bed as he asked, “Dead of Night’s alt account?” 

“Yeah, Night Ferry.” Zhuo Lan shared off-handedly. 

“Oh.” Yang Juan slowly widened his eyes that were completely clear. “The chick you are hearing about is probably me.” 

 

“You also—wait.” Zhuo Lan stopped himself as he unconsciously raised his tone, “Are you saying that you were secretly dating Night Ferry last night?”

“It was not a date.” Yang Juan climbed down in his loose shirt and shorts, saying in dead serious, “We were gathering herbs.” 

“I do not care what you were doing.” Zhuo Lan waved his hands and studied the other with surprise in his eyes. “You manage to become best buds with Dead of Night? That saves me from playing matchmaker in the middle, and also eliminates the risk of exposing myself.”

Yang Juan picked up the round frame glasses on the table, cleaned them and put them on. 

Now that his world was suddenly clear, he accurately met Zhuo Lan’s eyes and explained the whole story.  

“You should stay away from that Apricot Sprig. Many people in the guild do not like her.” Zhuo Lan murmured, “I do not know what Lang-ge saw in her. How they got together was inexplicable.” 

Yang Juan hummed in response before bright question marks appeared in his eyes. “Lang-ge?”

“Errant Wolf. You met him before. He and Dead of Night know each other in real life.” Zhuo Lan explained. 

Yang Juan nodded, tossing this information not of his concern to the back of his head. 

As the topic of the game came to an end, Zhuo Lan turned to take out the container with the roasted duck. “Do you have time to play games? I hope it is not keeping you away from your busy lab work.” 

Yang Juan shook his head. “No, not that busy.”

Zhuo Lan showed a gratified expression. “Then I will leave Night Ferry to you.”

Yan Juan uttered “Oh”, not refusing.

Seeing the other going to the bathroom to wash up, Zhuo Lan crossed his legs and hummed at his desk.  

If Yang Juan was to change gender, would he not be a pure little white flower that most straight men go crazy for?

He had full confidence in Yang Juan. 

By the time Yang Juan was back from the lab and finished his shower, it was almost ten o’clock. 

Zhuo Lan went out partying again. He remembered that there were still herbs left to harvest. He sat down at his desk with a popsicle, turned on his computer and opened the game client.  

Because he went offline at the herb farm last night, his character loaded into the game there. 

After his surrounding environment had loaded, the figure of Night Ferry appeared on his screen. 

 

Before he could figure out why the other party would be here, he received a direct message. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: You finally got on? I was starting to think you planned to break your promise.]  

Yang Juan typed out an explanation. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I was busy during the day.]

The other party did not state whether he believed it or not, instead, he sat down cross legged in the same spot. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Then begin your work.] 

Yang Juan equipped his small shovel and buried his head in his task.

Because he used the small shovel for so long last night, his tool broke when its durability reaches zero. 

Night Ferry rummaged in his inventory, but he did not find a shovel that was the appropriate level for the dancer to use. He began to grow impatient. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Why did you not spend time leveling today?] 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I did not have the time. You wanted me to gather herbs as soon as I got on.]

[(Friend) Night Ferry: …]

He eased his mood. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Fine, stop digging. I will take you to grind level, then we will come back.] 

Yang Juan gave no objection to this. 

For him, anything was fine. As long as he could stay with Night Ferry as Zhuo Lan had instructed. 

Night Ferry summoned a white tiger mount and got on its back. Then he requested a trade with the dancer and put the chestnut horse he was using on the trade window. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Accept the trade.] 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: ?]

Night Ferry replied to him as if he was holding a grudge. 

 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: Best not be riding on the same mount together, even if I do not have a wife. You cannot ride the same mount with me.]

Yang Juan corrected internally, Liar, you clearly have a wife.  

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I do not want it.]

As if expecting this answer, Night Ferry scoffed softly. 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: No need for you to overthink it. I am just lending it to you. I will have you return it later.]

Circumstances have changed with the passage of time. Knowing that Night Ferry is Zhuo Lan’s online husband, Yang Juan immediately took it seriously.  

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: But I do not want to borrow it.]

[(Friend) Night Ferry: I am not waiting for you if you plan to walk there.]

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I do not want to walk there either.]

Night Ferry was beginning to lose his patient.  

[(Friend) Night Ferry: So are you going or not?]

Yang Juan sent out his reply almost at the same time as the assassin. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Will you let me ride on this tiger with you?]

Night Ferry froze.  

Seeing that the other party did not respond right away, Yang Juan ran through the chat Zhuo Lan had sent him on QQ inside of his head, and quickly filtered out the address that could please Night Ferry the most from the chat history. 

He picked on his keys nervously before typing out a response that made his ears redden. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: Night-gege.]

Night Ferry was in a trance as his eyes stared at the message with many doubts.  

[(Friend) Night Ferry: What if I do have a wife?]

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I do not mind.]

 

In order to be convincing, he added another statement. 

[(Friend) Sheep Curls: I am sure your wife will not mind as well.] 

[(Friend) Night Ferry: …]

The author has something to say: 

A’Ruan has Wine: 

I think my writing is very simple and easy to understand. The characters are not crowded in the queue. The main and alt accounts are separated. The identity of the characters is implied or indicated in each chapter.  

 

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