Chapter 33: 29.1

Chapter 29.1

Argh, This Dirty, Dirty World!

Translated by boilpoil
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When Cheng Zhaoci sees Zhou Luoluo with tears falling out like the spring rain, he’s completely flabbergasted and asks, “what happened?”

And the comparison really is apt because there is a light shower as Zhou Luoluo came tearing and running. Add to that the quite feminine appearance of Zhou Luoluo, you might be forgiven for mistaking this to be a female lead running scene straight out of some soap opera.

“Uwah! He looks down on me!” Zhou Luoluo gives Cheng Zhaoci a bear hug, “he said he doesn’t like males,” Zhou Luoluo says with a hoarse voice.

Cheng Zhaoci remembers that Zhou Luoluo has his sights set on a shemale recently. Looks like he was soundly rejected, “so? How are you feeling?” Cheng Zhaoci can’t help but appreciate the timing that is offering him material, just when he needs inspiration.

“My chest aches. It is stuffy. I feel like…” Zhou Luoluo pauses here, then looks up and gives the unsympathetic Cheng Zhaoci a doubtful look, “are you trying to write me into your story?”

“No! Of course not!” Cheng Zhaoci denies but cannot put his eyes on Zhou Luoluo on good conscience. It does seem in poor taste to try to make an insectoid who was just rejected into story material.

At the same time, Mr Liang pokes his head out the door, “is it a friend? Quickly come in. The rain isn’t letting up soon.”

Before Zhou Luoluo can accuse Cheng Zhaoci of getting yet another shemale, Cheng Zhaoci immediately introduces him, “this is my teacher, Mr Liang. My dad hired him to home-school me.”

Zhou Luoluo appears to have lost interest in Mr Liang immediately. The two teenage males get urged along by Mr Liang to get a change of clothes; Zhou Luoluo was already drenched running along, and has made Cheng Zhaoci equally wet when giving him the hug.

Though the difference in their body size becomes apparent as Zhou Luoluo is now wearing clothes a few sizes too big for him. Not that he seems to mind, plopping himself down on the sofa while complaining, “that shemale doesn’t even find me attractive! Who can he possibly like?!”

Mr Liang, who’s been smiling gently at the youthful story, adds, “I will remind you that he will be executed summarily if he dared to actually reciprocate physically.”

“But just dating is fine! I have lots of friends who have betrothed concubines already!” Zhou Luoluo retorts, “just as long as we don’t actually do it!”

Though what is unspoken is that those ‘betrothed’ have likely already done it many times in private. Zhou Luoluo, naïve as he is, has probably never imagined such, speculates Mr Liang, who decides not to reveal the rather damning reality.

Zhou Luoluo continues his tirade, “it’s definitely a lie he doesn’t like males at all!”

Cheng Zhaoci begs to differ, though. Homosexuality has always been a thing in the animal kingdom. Maybe that shemale already has a beloved other shemale or demi, right?

“I won’t give up!” Zhou Luoluo tightens his fist, “I’ll definitely win his heart over, and then cast him away when he finally falls for me, and tell him I don’t like shemales. The shame he has brought me today, I’ll definitely, definitely…”

“Repay a hundredfold?” Cheng Zhaoci finishes his sentence for him.

“Yes! That! Exactly! A hundredfold!”

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Seeing Zhou Luoluo’s energised, gleaming form reminds Cheng Zhaoci of… the good ol’ Gary Stus. Minus the face. He really does look like a girl.

Though energised as he may be, Zhou Luoluo is still clearly impacted by the experience, merely repeatedly asserting that he’s going to take revenge, so Cheng Zhaoci and Mr Liang accompanied and cheered Zhou Luoluo up for an afternoon. Cheng Zhaoci is quite happy though, in contrast, as he has managed to avoid today’s lessons.

Compared to the lessons, even a Zhou Luoluo who is talking about things over and over again is far more interesting.

Zhou Luoluo has finally gone home when it is also time for Mr Liang to depart. With his time to himself again, Cheng Zhaoci goes back to his room to mull on his next story some more.

He’s been trying to hammer out a plot for sweet love, but whatever he tried, it just felt like cardboard cutouts, from the early days of love drama soap operas.

Love is so hard. How do protagonists even fall in love, anyway?

He looks over all the abandoned plotlines he’s come up with all this time, and just finds his head aching more and more.

What would it be like if he fell in love… himself? Keeping his eyes shut, he starts fantasising.

He’ll definitely be something like the strongest shemale in the little zombie king story; however, recalling his character settings just reminds Cheng Zhaoci of someone else, whose face has already replaced the strongest shemale’s in his fantasy.

Wei Zhuo?! No, of course not Wei Zhuo. Cheng Zhaoci can’t even imagine Wei Zhuo falling in love.

Haha. Squadron Leader Wei falling in love? Having sex? Oh man. Wei Zhuo really is far too righteous and just and also ascetically chaste like some monk.

Though that said, if someone does make him fall in love, it’ll probably be the most deliciously alluring scene ever.

If, during the happy times together, he’d act more coquettishly… he’ll be lying there, his impeccable military suit crumpled, his chiselled body barely visible through the wet and slightly see-through undergarments, his face a flushed pink, unable to maintain a serious poker face anymore. When a strong a powerful individual has been forced out of his shell, to reveal his softness inside…

“Oh fucking hell!” Cheng Zhaoci quickly shoots up from his chair, almost stumbling in the process, and starts smacking himself on the forehead hard to try to flush these colourful and wildly inappropriate materials away.

What was he thinking sexualising the one who saved his life and has help him out so much! Pervert! And also, unethical and amoral!

He knew it! He knew it! When Wei Zhuo keeps showing up with that handsome face of his, there was going to be a problem eventually! A big problem!

But smacking the head isn’t helping remove the image at all. In fact, it’s getting clearer and crisper and in glorious HD now.

Oh goodness. Cheng Zhaoci has successfully embarrassed himself by his own thoughts.

He’s clearly in no state to think about plotlines either. He quickly washes up then lies down for a sleep, hoping he’ll have forgotten everything after a good night’s rest.

The next day, Cheng Zhaoci removes himself from his bed rather quickly, while staring at his bedsheets. He knows he has been dreaming the entire night.

“Oh. Shit.” He really is certifiably a pervert now.

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