Just in Time Chapter 113
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 113
Extra 3 - Qi Huo and Chang Ziqi (2)
The two suddenly parted.
Qi Huo blinked his eyes dizzily and smiled at him. "Senior, your lips are so soft."
That "Senior" was called out in a low and affectionate tone, the end of the word carrying a hint of drunkenness, like it had a small hook on it.
Chang Ziqi narrowed his eyes, "Are you drunk or sober?"
Qi Huo took a swig from his beer can, stood up, put his hands on his hips, and shouted. "I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"
Then he strode forward boldly, but his foot missed the edge and he was about to fall off the high platform.
Chang Ziqi, quick-eyed and quick-handed, pulled him back in one swift motion, "You could die falling from this height!"
Qi Huo looked at him and just kept giggling.
Chang Ziqi: "......"
It seemed he was truly drunk.
At midnight, when everyone was parting ways, Qi Huo hugged Chang Ziqi and wouldn't let go, "You've accepted me as your father, from now on father will protect you! Father will make sure to avoid you, you idiot, when climbing the wall in the future!"
Chang Ziqi didn't know why he was so fond of calling himself "father", and why he kept cursing. He could only try his best to hold him up.
Ahead of them, Yun Fang turned and said to him, "You should take him home."
The matter-of-fact tone made Chang Ziqi pause. It was as if Qi Huo's relationship with him was much closer than with Yun Fang, but in reality, this was only the second time he and Qi Huo had met. He didn't understand why Yun Fang would have this attitude.
"I don't know where he lives," he frowned.
"What a coincidence, I don't know either," Yun Fang was cold by nature, but he was particularly gentle with Yi Chenliang beside him, allowing him to hold onto his arm.
He and Yun Fang silently faced off under the streetlight for a while. Meeting Yun Fang's confident gaze, his alcohol-affected brain almost believed that he and Qi Huo were indeed family.
In the end, he called a taxi and took Qi Huo back to his own apartment.
The drunk Qi Huo was heavy and clingy. It took all his strength to drag him out of the elevator, support him while unlocking the fingerprint lock, and get him through the door.
This apartment was one he had bought himself but rarely visited. Only the housekeeper came regularly to clean. Supporting Qi Huo, he couldn't immediately find where the light switch was.
Qi Huo seemed to accidentally bump into something, cursing in pain as he opened his drunken eyes. The entryway was pitch black, and he couldn't see clearly who he was holding, but he instinctively leaned in for a kiss.
Chang Ziqi, his hand still on the wall, was stunned for a moment, but was quickly ignited by Qi Huo's skillful kissing. In the darkness, only the sound of heavy breathing and rustling clothes remained.
Qi Huo accidentally tripped over his discarded coat on the floor, his elbow knocking against the entryway cabinet, sweeping off some unknown small ornament that made a clatter.
He was a bit more lucid now, leaning against the cabinet, his breathing still rapid. He chuckled drunkenly, "Sweetie, you're really something today, so fierce."
The hand caressing his lower back paused slightly, and a deep, cold male voice sounded in the darkness. "Who's 'Sweetie'?"
"Holy sh*t!?" Qi Huo sobered up considerably at the sound of the male voice.
Click.
He heard the sound of a switch near his ear.
The entryway light was turned on, and the harsh light made Qi Huo squint uncomfortably.
Chang Ziqi's hand hadn't moved from the switch. He blocked Qi Huo's path with his arm, trapping him between himself and the entryway cabinet. His expression was somewhat gloomy, "You have a girlfriend?"
Qi Huo felt a chill down his spine under his gaze. In his drunken state, his mouth was faster than his brain, "Ex-girlfriend—"
Chang Ziqi stared at him coldly, "Current girlfriend?"
"I just broke up, where would I get a current girlfriend!" Qi Huo impatiently tried to push him away, feeling that kissing a man while drunk was absurd. "Get off!"
Chang Ziqi pressed his hand on Qi Huo's shoulder, and Qi Huo found himself unable to move. He looked at Chang Ziqi in disbelief, "Damn, how are you so strong?"
Chang Ziqi's expression was still not pleasant, but his hand relaxed its grip. Just as Qi Huo was about to step away, the hand on his shoulder slowly slid down.
Chang Ziqi asked expressionlessly, "Weren't you kissing quite enthusiastically just now?"
Qi Huo, with his last bit of rationality, grabbed his wrist, but without much strength. He nervously swallowed, his muddled brain a complete mess, as if struggling with his last bit of reason. "I—"
Before he could finish, Chang Ziqi silenced him with a kiss.
The string of rationality in Qi Huo's mind snapped.
To hell with men or women, Chang Ziqi was really something else!
The next day, when Qi Huo woke up, he found himself shirtless, embracing someone.
–A man.
–A damn handsome man he recognized.
He was now resting his head on Chang Ziqi's arm, his leg draped over the other's stomach. Chang Ziqi lay on the bed with perfect posture, his neck bearing marks from Qi Huo's bites the night before.
Fragments of last night's passionate and intimate moments played through his mind. Although they hadn't gone all the way, but... Qi Huo closed his eyes in despair.
Holy crap.
He had never truly slept with any of his ex-girlfriends, yet a man had beaten them to it.
Qi Huo, you're such an idiot!
Qi Huo silently berated himself, then prepared to leave quietly. But as soon as he moved, Chang Ziqi opened his eyes.
The two lay on the same bed, even sharing the same pillow, staring at each other.
Although Chang Ziqi hadn't been drunk last night, the alcohol had still had some effect. This incident had completely disrupted his meticulously planned strategy to win Qi Huo over step by step.
They had slept together - well, not completely, but about three-fifths of the way there.
Chang Ziqi recalled last night and awkwardly averted his gaze.
Seeing Chang Ziqi's cold demeanor, Qi Huo became instantly annoyed. He sat up abruptly, ready to get dressed and leave.
Chang Ziqi also sat up, grabbing his hand and clearing his throat, "Um... the clothes are all dirty."
Qi Huo looked at the clothes strewn messily on the floor, unsure whether he felt more embarrassed or regretful.
In the end, Chang Ziqi found a set of his own clothes from the wardrobe and handed them to him, "The underwear is new. Do you want to take a shower?"
Qi Huo snatched the clothes and went into the bathroom.
Chang Ziqi first cleaned up the mess in the bedroom, then took some clothes and went to the guest bathroom. He took a quick shower, contemplating what to do next.
When he came out, he saw the bedroom was empty and the bathroom door was half-open. He frowned, "Qi Huo?"
His voice echoed in the empty room.
Clearly, the person had already run away.
Chang Ziqi sighed, both amused and exasperated.
Why run…
A few days later, he led a group to check on the evening self-study session for the first-year students.
He finally caught the slippery character.
Having stayed up all night playing games, Qi Huo was now napping on his desk. When the senior student council members came to check discipline, the person next to him wanted to wake him up, but remembering Qi Huo's terrifying temper, they didn't dare move. They still remembered the last time the homeroom teacher had woken Qi Huo up, and Qi Huo had angrily argued with him, nearly giving the teacher a heart attack. Since then, they had left him alone.
At this moment, whoever tried to wake him up would face his wrath. The people nearby silently lit a candle for the student council members.
Until they saw who had come, then they lit a candle for Qi Huo instead.
That cold-faced, merciless god from the second year, with a handsome face but never doing anything good, who loved to deal with troublemakers like Qi Huo.
Seeing that a world war was about to break out, his deskmate quietly moved away a bit, to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
Other classmates were also watching silently, thinking that given Qi Huo's temper, he was definitely going to throw punches.
Chang Ziqi stood in front of Qi Huo's desk under the tense and sympathetic gazes of everyone, and knocked on the table.
"F*ck—" Qi Huo raised his head irritably, the curse getting stuck in his throat.
Chang Ziqi looked at him calmly, his gaze sweeping over the red mark on his face, with a businesslike attitude, "This classmate, sleeping is not allowed during self-study period."
Qi Huo glared at him fiercely, "What the hell do you mean?"
What's with 'this classmate'!?
It was one thing to catch him sleeping during self-study, but to pretend not to know him?
The onlookers thought the class's violent demon was about to throw a punch, but then they saw the school heartthrob and student council president Chang Ziqi naturally reach out his hand, brush Qi Huo's face, and say seriously, "You had a piece of paper stuck to your face."
Qi Huo was stunned.
"Note it down, Class 8, Grade 1, Qi Huo, sleeping during the second period of evening self-study," Chang Ziqi turned to say to the person behind him, then left with his group before anyone could react.
Holy crap.
Holy crap!
Holy crap?
The classmates who were eagerly waiting to watch the two fight were dumbfounded.
It seemed like something had happened, yet nothing had happened at all.
But what they couldn't understand was why their class's untouchable demon had such a peaceful temper today?
The "peacefully-tempered" Qi Huo was staring at the tiny piece of paper on his desk with murderous intent, wishing he could tear it into a million pieces.
What the hell was Chang Ziqi playing at?
A few days later, Qi Huo was late again. He routinely prepared to climb over the school wall. Today wasn't Chang Ziqi's duty day, and no other lunatic would hide in the bushes to catch people. He swiftly threw his bag over the wall, confidently climbed up in two steps, ready to make a cool and graceful landing.
But when he looked down, he saw someone standing at the bottom of the wall, a pair of deep eyes coldly staring at him.
Startled, Qi Huo's foot slipped, and he was about to fall headfirst.