The Trial Game of Life

Chapter 80: Gege

In the end, Chi Yan couldnt stay, because when Tang Cuo offered to let Chi Yan stay in the same room, Jin Cheng suddenly flipped his attitude and chased Chi Yan away.

The moment the door closed, Chi Yan still couldnt understand what was going on.

What triggered my Cheng ge?

Behind the door, Tang Cuo didnt say a word. He leaned on the back of the sofa with his arms folded and quietly watched Jin Cheng showing off his mischief.

Despite Tang Cuo staring at him like that, Jin Cheng felt totally not guilty. Instead, he picked up his instructors aura and said: Time is precious. There are still more than ten hours before tomorrow comes. Lets not be idle. Do you want to go to the training ground?

Tang Cuo: Okay.

Jin Cheng finally saw Tang Cuo smile at him, but it didnt feel good. He seemed to have really annoyed this little tiger, and the little tiger was gearing up to bite him soon.

For Tang Cuo, there was nothing that couldnt be solved with a fight, even though he wouldnt be able to win against Jin Cheng.

Meanwhile, Jin Cheng was a shameless guy who looked extraordinarily handsome when fighting. He could laugh at you unscrupulously this moment, then push you down ruthlessly the next moment. He did all that calmly and confidently, with absolute ease.

This was how Tang Cuo became addicted. He loved Jin Chengs strength. Even if he was beaten down over and over, as long as Jin Cheng was still standing, he would be able to get up from the ground again.

If it were someone else, he wouldnt get up. It was too troublesome to get up again and again. Rather, he would wait for himself to become stronger than the opponent, then knocked that person down with one punch. That would save a lot more effort.

At the end of their training, it was no surprise that Tang Cuo Tuo lay flat on the floor of the training room, while Jin Cheng sat cross-legged beside him and handed him a bottle of water.

Sweating all over, Tang Cuo finally healed a little after drinking some water, but he still lay on the ground and didnt want to move. At this moment, Jin Cheng grabbed his arm, making him subconsciously put up a counterattack.

Thud! Jin Cheng pressed down Tang Cuos leg that just swept over, twisted his arm to clasp Tang Cuos wrist and pressed it down. He leaned over to look at Tang Cuo, the corner of his mouth arching into a smile: Dont be so nervous, Im just looking at the injury on your arm.

Tang Cuos face was expressionless, but after the high-intensity training, his hair was wet and his face was showing a natural blush. Even if Tang Cuo didnt want to express himself, he exuded that intense youth and energy while his eyes remained remarkably bright.

Im not injured. He retorted.

Are you sure? Jin Cheng slid his sleeve up, revealing a large bruise on his arm. Tang Cuo couldnt refute now, but he really didnt pay attention, not that he wanted to hide it. Moreover, in Yong Ye City, could an injury be called an injury? They just needed to drink some potion and it would be gone without even a scar left behind.

Speaking of this, Tang Cuo never learnt about where the scar on Jin Chengs face came from and why he never removed it.

Dont stare at your gege like that. Jin Cheng turned on his shameless mode again.

Tang Cuo silently turned his head away and really stopped staring, but Jin Cheng wasnt happy about that either. He took out Wen Xiaomings home-made medicine and rubbed it on Tang Cuos bruise since there was no need to drink healing potions for such a minor wound, and meanwhile, he said: When you looked at me like that, didnt you have something to ask?

Tang Cuo: Im not interested.

Jin Cheng: Then tell me, what is it about me that makes you uninterested?

Your line of thought is very problematic, okay?

Annoyed by him, Tang Cuo sat up, turned his head and asked: What happens if I tell you?

Jin Cheng supported his chin with his hand and smiled: Ill give you some suggestions, then maybe you can change it?

It was his problem, but he wouldnt change it himself and ask Tang Cuo to change it instead. Only Jin Cheng could say such incredible things. Tang Cuo almost got up to fight him again, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to forget about it. Even after another 300 rounds, Jin Cheng would still be Jin Cheng.

Tang Cuo continued to send him death stares.

Jin Cheng stroked his nose, fully aware that he shouldnt tease this little bastard too much. He changed the subject: You were looking at the scar on my face, right? This scar was from the year I first arrived in Yong Ye City. Its a painful lesson someone left for me, so I never got rid of it. If you dont like it, Ill just spend a few points to remove it.

Whether he should remove the scar was another matter, since at the moment, Tang Cuo was more curious about this: Who can give you such a lesson?

Jin Cheng: When I first came here and was looking for a teammate, I got tricked in a dungeon.

Tang Cuo: Youre not that kind of defenceless man.

It was because he saved me. Jin Cheng said nonchalantly: Not all people who approach me have some hidden agenda. Before that dungeon, he was indeed a qualified teammate. He wasnt the most morally upright, but he definitely stuck to his principles. Its only when a crisis happens that you know how a persons principles can be overturned.

Tang Cuo: ?

Jin Cheng: He wanted to save someone, a very important person in his heart. So when this person and I were put on the weighing scale, he didnt hesitate to sacrifice me. If both of us were in danger and he must choose either of us, it would still have been fine. But no, it was a deal with the devil. In order to save that person who had already died, he wrote my name in the deal.

What happened after that?

He died, and the deal failed. 

A strong man wasnt always strong. Jin Cheng also had a time when he placed his trust on the wrong person. If the scar was still here, that incident would always be with him.

But Jin Cheng never held onto any bitterness about the whole thing. Any moment now, he wouldnt deny that it actually happened.

Tang Cuo felt like he should say something at this point, but he had never been good at expressing himself. But then, it would be too goosebump-inducing for him to say to Jin Cheng that I will never abandon you.

A long time later, he said: Dont remove that scar.

Jin Cheng had to wait for a long time just to hear this sentence and was slightly suspicious: Why?

Tang Cuo: Because you look handsome with it. 

The words that he said turned into a surprise that bloomed in Jin Chengs eyes. He didnt expect Tang Cuo to speak so bluntly. He was usually like a tightly closed bottle, yet he became this cool the moment he opened his mouth so, he was an extremely cool tightly closed bottle.

Then have you thought about it? Jin Cheng put one hand on his side and stared at Tang Cuo with scorching eyes.

. Tang Cuo leaned back a little.

I failed to read it. Try again.

I agree.

Before Jin Cheng could even be delighted, Tang Cuo let out an exaggeratedly long breath and continued: To be good bros with you for a lifetime.

Jin Cheng felt that his mood was like a roller coaster that could easily be tossed upside down in Tang Cuos palm. He was so irate that he grabbed Tang Cuos wrists and slammed the guy to the ground. Looking at the little bastard being so calm yet Jin Cheng could neither beat him up nor scold him, Jin Cheng had no choice but to grit his teeth: Youre really trying to piss me off.

Tang Cuo blinked: Gege.

Huff. The balloon named Jin Cheng deflated at once.

The naive youth of that year now had become this cunning swindler. All the bygone years really have put a toll on me.

But what could he do now?

Just be direct about it.

It turned out that such a rough method worked best for Tang Cuo. Talking too much and detouring too much would only be counterproductive. Pretending to be pitiful was also useless. Even if this evil little bastard had a thing for you, he could still put up a grudging face at you.

But that night, Jin Cheng still failed to fulfil his grand desire of being able to stay in the same room with Tang Cuo, because Tang Cuo said that he was injured.

How? Jin Cheng beat him up.

Jin Cheng squatted in front of Tang Cuos room door, his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands. He once again realised what it meant to lift a rock and drop it on his own foot. 

The next day.

Tang Cuo, a person whose blood sugar had a tendency to go down every time he woke up, was actually in good spirits, yet Jin Cheng looked as though he hadnt slept well and even his usual suppressing aura seemed quite low. Seeing Tang Cuo walk out, he instantly flipped his attitude and stood there with a very innocent, very aggrieved expression.

Are you a teenage girl?

Tang Cuo slandered him inwardly but didnt try to hide. Abusing his two major advantages, his height and his strength, Jin Cheng cornered Tang Cuo with just a few strides, insisting that he must receive a kiss before they proceeded to do anything else.

What did the wise men mean by the hardships of life? This was.

After breakfast, the two headed out immediately.

Because they only had a pass for Zone B, they had to go to the central area first then enter Zone B from here. The system detected the passes in their hands and automatically allowed them to pass without any formalities.

An hour later, the gate of the fortune telling shop was already in sight.

Zone B was a high-ranking zone second only to Zone A. Looking at its scale and architecture, the place wasnt simply just a bit more advanced than Zone E. The fortune telling shop was no exception, because it was situated in a villa with a garden.

One person can only come here for divination once. I was here last time, so this time only you can do it. Jin Cheng said.

What is her criteria for choosing her customers? Tang Cuo asked. Since the fortune teller only received three customers at a time, it shouldnt be based on first come first serve.

Jin Cheng shrugged: Her criteria are no criteria. Youll know it when you reach the gate.

Tang Cuo didnt ask anymore.

More than one person was waiting at the villas gate. Tang Cuo carefully observed and found that most of these people just stood there for a while before walking away. Some people suddenly went angry and tried to shake the iron gate, but there was no response at all.

There were also some individuals standing quite a distance away, as if they werent here for divination, but rather, for recording information.

When Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng arrived, the people didnt realise immediately because Tang Cuo was walking in front. The moment Jin Chengs recognisable face popped up in everyones eyes, they naturally became the center of attention.

Jin Cheng turned a blind eye and advised Tang Cuo with a smile: You can go stand at the gate. If youre her customer, the gate will open automatically.

Tang Cuo walked to the gate without saying a word.

The others were about to make some moves and no one knew what evil ideas they were harbouring, but as soon as Jin Chengs eyes swept across them, these thoughts burst like bubbles in a blink.

At this moment, the gate that had been closed since morning suddenly opened.

Jin Cheng walked up to Tang Cuo: It seems that our fortune teller has expected you to be here.

Tang Cuo asked: Was it like this for you last time?

Something like that.

Lets go then.

Ignoring the shocked or envious gazes around them, the two confidently swaggered past the gate. Just when their figures disappeared at the corner of the cobblestone road, the gate slowly closed again, completely blocking the others.

Someone stubbornly grabbed the door and looked in, but they couldnt see anything except the lush trees.

On the other side, Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng smoothly walked to the real entrance. This time, the door once again opened automatically, and a cold female voice followed: Jin Cheng, what are you following him for? I wont entertain you.

Jin Cheng: Im just accompanying my man. 

The other person fell silent, and three seconds later, she finally said: You stay downstairs. This man will go upstairs alone.

The translator has something to ask: Jin Cheng, how does it feel to be bro-zoned for a lifetime, no less? (;)