Transfer Station

Chapter 57

(KKnotes: Chinese doesnt have a system like English where s is added at the end to suggest plurals so the boyfriend here could refer to one or multiple.)

Hearing Ji Yushi say this, everyone was taken aback.

Ji Yushi had never talked to them about his personal matters. This was his first time talking about it.

Tang Le asked, Advisor Ji, you have a boyfriend?!

Ji Yushi nodded and smoothly admitted to it, as if he wasnt embarrassed about his sexual orientation in front of this squad known for their homophobia.

Ji Yushi usually behaved cold and dignified. His bookish atmosphere was something only top intellectuals would have. When faced with danger, he could always get through it without bullshitting and his fighting abilities werent inferior to that of Guardians. On top of all that, his appearance was too outstanding. It made everyone regard him as a dazzling and magical existence. The Lin Xinlan who everyone in the squad was disgusted with couldnt even be compared with him.

If Lin Xinlan was the mud that people didnt want to come into contact with, Ji Yushi was the untouchable cloud in the sky. They were on two completely different levels.

Tang Le was curious, What does Advisor Jis boyfriend do?

Everyone walked across the lawn together.

Song Qinglan and Tang Qi walked ahead. It was unknown if they were paying attention to their conversation.

As for what kind of person Ji Yushis boyfriend was, it wasnt just Tang Le who was curious. In fact, everyone else was curious what kind of person someone like Ji Yushi would like and what kind of person would match with him.

What did his boyfriend do?

Faced with this question, Ji Yushi thought for a while and said, Tabletop cleaning master.

Tang Le scratched the back of his head, Tabletop cleaning master?

Song Qinglan paused and asked, What else?

Of the three boyfriends, one was a table cleaning master. What did the other two do?

Tang Qi and Tang Le didnt understand but Ji Yushi immediately understood the meaning behind Song Qinglans question. He lightly answered, Same field.

No one had heard of this profession and just felt that the conversation between the two didnt seem right.

Song Qinglan didnt speak anymore and just turned back and continued walking.

Tang Qi wasnt a talkative person but Tang Le happened to be the opposite. Very often, Tang Le would help him ask the questions he wanted to know the answer to. As they continued walking, Tang Le chatted with Ji Yushi.

Tang Le, How did you meet?

With all the workload from Tianqiong, it wasnt easy for one to cultivate feelings. The entire Seventh squad were single dogs because of this. Even if it was a different sexual orientation, Tang Le was eager to learn from those with experience to escape from his single status.

Ji Yushi, Looked pleasing to the eye and we both had favourable impressions, so I brought him home. (KKnotes: The him here could refer to one or more)

Tang Le was shocked. This was something he couldnt do, S-so fast?!

Ji Yushi just answered faintly, Yeah.

Tang Le, Was it love at first sight?!

Ji Yushi, I guess so.

After going up the stairs, they walked along a wooden porch with intricate carvings. Song Qinglans back was right in front of Ji Yushi.

Song Qinglans shoulder blades could be faintly seen under the white T-shirt and the outlines highlighted his powerful muscles. Walking through this courtyard filled with cultural vibes, Song Qinglans aggressiveness didnt fit in at all.

Somehow, Ji Yushi could tell that the other party was in a bad mood.

It was as if the more they spoke, the hastier Song Qinglans steps became.

He probably couldnt stand listening to it.

Love at first sight. Tang Le sighed, Then your boyfriend must be very good-looking! I feel that Advisor Jis standards must be very high! What type is he?!

Ji Yushi didnt deny the good-looking description, TypeCute, I guess?

None of his three cats were cold or aloof. Even Little Orange in the bubble world was the clingy type. He probably attracted those types of cats.

Tang Le was speechless.

Cute? Tang Le started to doubt life itself. Could Advisor Ji be the one who tops in a relationship?

It was not only him. All the others in the squad probably also thought that Ji Yushi was the one on the bottom. It looks like their understanding about this matter should be changed.

When acting spoiled and clinging to me, its very cute.

Reaching the door, Song Qinglans back figure stopped.

Ji Yushi lowered his eyes thus ending this topic.

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The inside of this courtyard was completely different from what everyone imagined.

As soon as they entered through the door, they were met with smooth and clean floor and walls, all sorts of black coloured equipment, as well as bright lights - This wasnt a comfortable and elegantly decorated living room. It was their combat training ground in Tianqiong.

Li Chun almost fell, Fuck! Cap Song, why do you have a place like this in your transfer station?

Tang Le, Damn, its really the training ground?

Wasnt the transfer station tailored by Tianqiong supposed to generate a comfortable environment for the individual? Everyone should be eating and drinking and having fun. Why did such a perverted set up appear?

Song Qinglans expression changed slightly.

In fact, when he first came here, this place was indeed a living room but somehow after going out and then coming back, it had changed into a training ground. Only he himself knew that he currently had the faint urge to exchange a few blows on the training ground. It was as if there were some frustrations inside that he needed to vent.

Song Qinglan walked to a sandbag without looking back, This place makes me feel relaxed and comfortable. Why? I cant?

Duan Wen approached the ring and smiled in Song Qinglans direction, Captain, go for a round?

Song Qinglan, I wont go easy on you.

Duan Wen, If you wont then you wont. Ive fucking always wanted to go against someone strong.

After finally successfully closing the crevice in time and space and escaping from the indulgent bubble world, they had still returned here, unable to escape from Tianqiongs control.

This group of men felt that rather than being depressed, it was better to pass time happily without worrying too much.

Song Qinglan found some black bandages and slowly wrapped it around his hand.

He took off his shoes and jumped into the ring barefoot. He had already used his thoughts to change his clothes. Grey t-shirt and black shorts. It was the most commonly seen Guardian training attire.

The two faced each other. Duan Wen had also changed into the same clothes, but his appearance paled considerably compared to Song Qinglan.

Since becoming a fighting instructor for the Guardians, Song Qinglan hadnt had much of a chance to exchange blows with his teammates.

Except for Zhou Mingxuan, everyone else in the team pretty much just got beaten up.

In this illusionary space, Duan Wen had actually taken the initiative. All his teammates watched from the sidelines with excitement.

Brother Wen! Get him!

Dont hold back!

Cap Song, dont hit Brother Wens face!

Song Qinglan added another strip across his forehead and tied it behind his head to prevent sweat from dripping down. Standing on the ring, Song Qinglan appeared even more aggressive.

His nose was tall and his eyes were sharp. He hooked his right hand at Duan Wen, Come.

The two circled around for half a circle. Duan Wen threw out a right uppercut which Song Qinglan avoided by moving to the side.

Without giving Duan Wen a chance to react, a gust of wind swept through and Song Qinglan landed a punch on his stomach.

Duan Wen grunted in pain. He knew that Song Qinglan had always been steady and ruthless and would definitely not give him an opportunity to fight back. He could only silently curse and sweep his leg out. Song Qinglan however seemed to have already expected this. He grabbed Duan Wens right leg and pulled. As Duan Wen fell, he quickly flipped, barely allowing him to stand firm.

Both were very powerful and each of their actions were sharp and precise. Just those few blows were enough to make everyone eyes shine with enthusiasm.

It could be seen that neither went easy on the other person.

But Song Qinglan was quite patient this time and he didnt end the fight so quickly. He instead waited for Duan Wen to strike and would then retaliate without giving the other party a chance to fight back. It was as if he was playing around with Duan Wen.

This angered Duan Wen and his original composure disappeared. His moves soon became messy, and each blow was quick and ruthless.

Amid the sound of fists hitting flesh was the sound of applause and cheers. The two were covered in sweat. In that short period of time, nearly fifty or sixty blows had been exchanged.

Duan Wen was soon pressed down onto the ground. He gasped for air and his face was littered with bruises, N-no more.

How many times have I told you that you shouldnt become agitated?

Song Qinglan was also beaten by Duan Wen such that there was a bruised patch at the corner of his lips. He reached out, After becoming agitated, you lose composure and will surely lose every time.

Duan Wen grabbed his captains hand and stood up. The bruises on his face slowly faded. He wiped away the sweat on his face and swore, Fuck, you think this is because of my inability to maintain composure?

After Duan Wen got off the ring, another person came up.

This time it was Tang Qi.

The audience below cheered.

Go Tang Qi!

You can do it, brother!! Beat Cap Song up!

Song Qinglan glanced down from the ring and saw that this group of people had even pulled out beers and dared to treat him as a free-to-view TV program.

Even Ji Yushi held a can and stood among the teammates with a look of great interest.

Tang Qi was in high spirits, but he followed after Duan Wens footsteps and was soon pressed to the ground.

Li Chun climbed up onto the ring. Song Qinglan admired his courage very much and then refused, Go down.

Li Chun, The hell? Am I not worthy?

Song Qinglan looked down at him from above, Dont want to play with you. Let Old Zhou come up.

Old Zhou!

Old Zhou!

Amidst the cheers, Li Chun cursed and walked off the ring.

The small-eyed Zhou Mingxuan narrowed his eyes further. As Song Qinglans comrade in the army, he was someone who knew Song Qinglans fighting abilities the best and as another fighting instructor, Zhou Mingxuan and Song Qinglan were equals.

His interest had been aroused long ago and he had been waiting for this moment.

Zhou Mingxuan passed the beer to the side, Hold it for this brother.

Tang Le immediately received it and cheekily exclaimed, Old Zhou, Im on your side! Beat that Cap Song down!

Li Chun also leaned forward and massaged Zhou Mingxuans shoulders, Good luck brother. Im also on your side. Cap Song is too arrogant. You must avenge your brothers and show him whos boss.

Zhou Mingxuan calmly accepted it all, Of course, of course.

On the ring, Song Qinglan had already emptied an entire bottle of mineral water. With his head raised, sweat rolled down his neck. His originally orderly black hair had also become messy, giving him a wild and dangerous vibe.

Only Zhou Mingxuan was able to put up a fight against him so Song Qinglan had left him till last.

Song Qinglan, Are you done playing around? If youre done, come up.

Zhou Mingxuan shrugged. He worked his wrists and walked onto the ring.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded, Wait a minute.

Everyone looked over. The one who spoke was Ji Yushi.

The beer in Ji Yushis hand disappeared and it was replaced with bandages. He started to wrap them around his hand.

Everyone: ???

No way. Could Advisor Ji be thinking of doing what theyre thinking hes going to do?

Ji Yushis figure was the thinnest among the people here and in terms of fighting skills, he also didnt have much skill. Song Qinglans brute force alone was enough to make the situation bad for Ji Yushi. Everyone was shocked and wanted to dissuade Ji Yushi.

Advisor Ji!

Listen to me Advisor Ji. Dont fight against Cap Song.

Yeah, you dont have to be involved!

Ji Yushi had already finished wrapping the bandages around his hands. Under the eyes of everyone present, he lightly jumped onto the ring.

He stood in front of Song Qinglan, his body firm and tall. He was refreshing and clean with not a single drop of sweat on him.

Cap Song, coming? He hooked his hand and asked.