translator: baumkuchen editor: serefina
Yang Baihua hesitated for quite a while, âMister Lou?â
âYes. Mister Yang, would you like to come in and take a seat?â
061 wasnât clear on his own appearance so naturally he didnât have any reaction, but this kind of tranquility and calmness, in Yang Baihuaâs eyes, took on a slightly different meaning.
......He seemed to have been aware of his existence since a long time ago, and so he wasnât at all surprised by how similar the two of them looked.
But Yang Baihua didnât know anything about the person standing in front of him.
Yang Baihua wasnât one who tended to think too much, but that face made it impossible for him to not overthink.
061 invited Yang Baihua into the house and informed him, âXiao Yuanâs out right now. You can just wait a while for him here.â
âI have something going on so I can only stay here for a bit before I have to leave.â
âIn a hurry? ......Would you like some alcohol, or just tea?â
âPlain water is fine.â
061 smiled slightly, âThat isnât the proper way to treat a guest. Iâll prepare some tea.â
The apartment had a traditional tea set which had been bought back by Cheng Jian, but because preparing tea was too cumbersome, it probably had only been used two or three times before Cheng Jian abandoned it in a cabinet.
061 took out the tea set and a box of high-quality Phoenix Oolong tea leaves, started the fire, fanned the flames of the stove, then heated up the teapot, his actions graceful and relaxed, showing his calm, unhurried heart.
Heâd been through hundreds of worlds, so this bit of acting was no problem for him.
061 asked, âWhat are you looking for Xiao Yuan for?â
Yang Baihua snapped out of his daze, âEn?â
This person in front of him looked very similar to himself, but his every feature perfectly surpassed his own, whether it was his nose, eyes, height, or legs. This did not even include his clean temperament that made it clear from a glance that heâd been tenderly raised by a good family.
This feeling was both strange and stifling.
061 didnât know what he was thinking and couldnât be bothered to guess, simply repeating his question.
Yang Baihua didnât answer, merely replying with another question, âWhere did Xiao Cheng go?â
061 said, âI donât know.â
Yang Baihua said, âHe is living at your place, but you donât know where he went?â
061 calmly replied, âIâm his friend. Not his guardian, nor his prison warden.â
Yang Baihua suddenly became suspicious.
He questioned doubtfully, âDid Xiao Cheng say something to you?â
Could it be that Cheng Yuan complained about him? Said that he watched him too closely?
But he did it for Cheng Yuanâs own good.
When Cheng Yuanâs older brother, Cheng Jian, wasnât beating him up, he was scolding him, simply not treating him at all like a brother. If he didnât want Cheng Yuan to interact with him too often, was that wrong?
Cheng Yuanâs friends were all utterly dissatisfied with him in every way. If he told Cheng Yuan to stay away from them, was that wrong?
Other than music, Cheng Yuan didnât know anything. Even when just buying vegetables, when the vegetable seller would haggle with him for price that was two or three mao higher, he would just smile happily and accept the price without question. If he told him to just stay at home and not run around outside, was that wrong?
While Yang Baihuaâs thoughts were running wild, 061 was as immovable as a mountain.
061 had travelled extensively, operated a mecha, battled zombies, and grown used to all kinds of scum, so at this moment his attitude was extremely calm.
His movements didnât falter. He smiled and said, âHe hasnât said anything to me. You should trust him.â
Other than this, he didnât say another word of explanation, but if Yang Baihua tried to ask any further, it would seem as if he had no class.
Yang Baihua forcibly suppressed his inexplicable irritation, âWhen is he coming back?â
âWhen he wants to.â
â&#k2026;&#k2026;Youâre his childhood friend?â
061 thought, so he finally asked.
He had even started worrying for Yang Baihua.
He poured out the cup of tea used to warm up the cup, and replied, âWe grew up together, so I suppose thatâs correct.â
Yang Baihua forced himself to remain calm, âAre you two very close?â
âWeâre alright.â
061 pulled up a memory fragment from his vast sea of data and added, âWhen we were younger, he made a bet with me, saying that the person who lost would have to go out in a skirt for a day. Afterwards, he lost.â
As he thought of that incident, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up in a smile.
When putting on the skirt, that person had been very bold and totally unconcerned, but about fifteen minutes after he left the house, he became embarrassed, his face bright red as he clutched at the hem of the short skirt, unwilling to walk another step no matter what as he was scared of bumping into someone they knew.
In the end, 061 had to carry him home.
The entire trip back, he buried his face into 061âs back, too embarrassed to raise his head.
Every time 061 entered this memory, he always wanted to clearly see that personâs face. However, with the reformatting, that personâs exact image had been shattered into broken fragments.
Noticing 061âs faint, nostalgic smile, Yang Baihua clenched his back teeth for two seconds before relaxing.
......It seemed like they really were quite close.
Fortunately, he was very good at controlling his emotions, âThank you for taking care of Xiao Cheng for the past two days. Itâs really a pity that I didnât get to know you before.â
061 put his mind back on track. He handed a cup of tea over to Yang Baihua and followed the ridiculous backstory Chi Xiaochi had casually made up, âIâve been abroad for a long time. Itâs only natural that we havenât met before.â
Yang Baihua brought the teacup to his mouth and gently blew on it, âBut Iâve never seen Xiao Cheng contact you or heard him mention you before. So when I heard he was going over to your place to stay, I was really surprised.â
......His words were barbed.
061 started to understand what he was thinking.
If Yang Baihua had always been subtly influencing Cheng Yuan like this, cutting him off from his friend circle and making him into a doll that belonged to him and him alone, then it was no wonder that in his most difficult moments, Cheng Yuan couldnât find even a single bosom friend with whom he could share his troubles.
061 rested his elbow on the armrest of the armchair, let out a smile as fresh as the spring breeze, and gave him a response filled with hidden meaning, âThereâs no need to be surprised, all our associations were private.â
Yang Baihua choked on a mouthful of tea.
Approximately fifteen minutes later.
Sitting in a shopping mall lounge chair and playing a mobile shooting game, Chi Xiaochi heard a soft, drawn-out sigh in his brain.
Chi Xiaochi put down his phone, âYou got him to leave?â
061, âHeâs gone.â
Chi Xiaochi, âIt was effective?â
061 carefully thought back for a moment, then truthfully conveyed, âWhen he left, his face was green.â
Chi Xiaochi sighed contentedly, âAh, no wonder he called me six times just now.â
061, âDid you pick up? What did he say?â
Chi Xiaochi, âMy phone kept vibrating, affecting my gameplay, so I put the phone on mute.â
061, â......â Okay then.
Before his words fell, Chi Xiaochi slapped his thigh regretfully, âAiya, if I had known beforehand, Iâd have asked you to record your conversation.â
061 smiled, âDo you want to see it?â
He uploaded a recorded video to the shared digital display. âYouâre welcome.â
Chi Xiaochi said affectionately, âLiuliu, youâre the best.â
061, â......â
Fine, Liuliu it is, Liuliu sounds very nice.
Chi Xiaochi began to study the report 061 sent from the scene.
061 noticed that while Chi Xiaochi was excitedly watching the video, he was breathing into his cupped hands.
Cheng Yuanâs body couldnât take the cold. Although the department store had heating, his palms were still cold.
Chi Xiaochi didnât care too much about this, but as a system, 061 felt that he should be more conscious of serving his host.
He adjusted and revised Chi Xiaochiâs internal temperature system, and in passing, recombined a series of data streams.
Soon, an open thermos of tea, still piping hot, appeared in Chi Xiaochiâs right hand. The rich fragrance of tea filled his senses.
Chi Xiaochi, â......Where did you get this from?â
âI made it at home. If I first digitised the tea cup, then restore it, I can bring it here. It wasnât too difficult,â 061 explained, âThis Phoenix Oolong is authentic, but he didnât take more than two sips and wasting it would be such a pity. Also, this kind of tea is good for your liver and eyes, and since you have problems sleeping, drinking more of this kind of tea is good for your health.â
Chi Xiaochi remained silent.
061 took it as him being moved, and kindly didnât say anything else, instead turning his attention to the current point levels on the digital display.
The goodwill level kept jumping between 75 to 55 points, incredibly unstable.
061 thought, understandable.
After all, Yang Baihua constantly had the âFirst Loveâ halo over his head and Cheng Yuan would always obediently obey his every word, so he naturally thought of him as an object in the center of his palm that was his to mess around with and manipulate at his will.
Now, a strong enemy with a âChildhood Friendâ halo had suddenly appeared out of the blue and Yang Baihuaâs feelings towards Cheng Yuan werenât entirely fake, so naturally he would feel a sense of crisis. Hence, the constantly fluctuating goodwill level wasnât surprising.
But the regret level, the key to accomplishing the task, remained in the pitiful single-digits.
061 was a little worried.
So he decided to watch some of Chi Xiaochiâs variety shows to calm himself down.
He watched the variety shows, Chi Xiaochi watched the video, and the system and host were in perfect harmony.
Chi Xiaochi held the cup of tea, taking the occasional sip as he watched the show, but his thoughts were still revolving around that sentence he heard.
âWhen we were younger, he made a bet and lost, and had to accompany me for a day outside in a skirt.â
Chi Xiaochi shrugged to himself, It seems like their investigation on me was really thorough, since they even dug up what Lou-ge and I did together when we were younger.
But this couldnât be considered anything serious, so Chi Xiaochi didnât bother questioning the system about it.
Chi Xiaochi studied this precious data with great interest.
The video was shot from 061âs perspective, with the cameras being 061âs eyes. The recording started from when Yang Baihua rang the doorbell.
From this angle, Chi Xiaochi judged that the body 061 materialised was at least 5 or 6 centimeters taller than Yang Baihua.
Even though he couldnât see his appearance, 061âs bearing was rather graceful. After making Yang Baihua choke on his drink, 061 also engaged in a discussion with him about software engineering.
Obviously, in the field of specialized knowledge, Yang Baihuaâs human brain had no way of competing with 061âs huge database of knowledge that he accumulated over many years.
It could only be said that Yang Baihua tried his best.
Like 061 had said, when Yang Baihua left, his face was indeed spinach-coloured.
Chi Xiaochi decided to save this video to watch whenever he was bored. It would definitely never fail to amuse him.
After Yang Baihua rushed home, his parents were still asleep, so he was met with thunderous snoring originating from the bedroom.
His third sister had taken her children out to play with her sisters working in the city. Xiaoyan had been busy these past two days and so she also wasnât home to accompany him.
Yang Baihua, feeling a full on manic depression, tried to call Cheng Yuan again.
On his end, Chi Xiaochi was engrossed in watching the video and didnât pay him any attention.
Yang Baihua paced several rounds around the living room like a caged beast. The more he looked at his fifty square meter rental apartment, the more he found it displeasing to the eye. When he turned and his gaze landed on the floor-length mirror, he saw the human figure reflected in it and erupted in fury, snatching the sofa cushion and ferociously throwing it at the wall.
Didnât Cheng Yuan say he was his first love? Then what was up with that surnamed Lou?
If he was only a simple childhood friend, Yang Baihua might not have thought too much about it, but that face? That face!
According to what surnamed Lou had said, he had left the country when Xiao Cheng was fourteen, and since then they hadnât met, at most keeping in contact through the phone and video calls.
But after having met him, why was it that Xiao Cheng had never once mentioned that person? That was too strange.
Was he intentionally hiding something?
Was he intentionally looking for someoneâs shadow in him?
The more Yang Baihua thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.
If Cheng Yuan hadnât appeared, chased after him, and bent him, he might have already married a city girl by now, like a normal person. Why would he have to tremble in the face of his parents?
How could Cheng Yuan treat him like this?
His thoughts were in a whirl. He trembled with anger as he wrote and rewrote a text message questioning Cheng Yuan, eventually just sending a text reading âWhy arenât you answering the phoneâ.
He wanted to see how Cheng Yuan was going to explain this!
After staring at his cell phone for about three hours, he finally received a reply: âSorry, sorry Old Yang, I was out playing with my friends and wasnât paying attention to my phone.â
This explanation wasnât enough to satisfy Yang Baihua.
Just as he was about to start interrogating Cheng Yuan, his mother said, âYouâve stared at your phone for a whole afternoon now, donât always look at that thing all the time. Thereâs radiation, and youâll hurt your eyes.â
Yang Baihua listened to her, simply leaving his phone to the side intending to ignore Cheng Yuan for a while.
Cheng Yuan wasnât someone who could keep his calm, so if he didnât receive a reply he definitely wouldnât be able to resist taking the initiative to contact him.
Who knew that even up till late at night, as he laid in bed and stared at his phone, he still didnât see any response from Cheng Yuan.
Yang Baihua gritted his teeth and sent, âWhy didnât you call me back?â
The text that was sent out disappeared like a clay ox entering the sea. Yang Baihua fell asleep, still clutching his mobile phone.
It wasnât until he was eating breakfast the next morning that his cell phone buzzed with a reply. Cheng Yuanâs response was perfunctory, âI thought you didnât get my text.â
Yang Baihua almost snapped his chopsticks in half.
When his parents went back to the village, he definitely needed to have a good talk with Cheng Yuan!
Since Yang Baihua wanted to ignore him, Chi Xiaochi didnât mind playing a little game of time difference with him.
But after he sent out the new text message, Yang Baihua didnât reply.
Having lost a âharassment targetâ x1, Chi Xiaochi felt as lonely as snow.
However, two days later, Chi Xiaochiâs proper business found its way to his door.
He received a phone call from an unfamiliar number.
âMay I ask if this is Mister Cheng?â The person calling asked, âIâm an employee of Xingyun Entertainment. Itâs like this, weâve received the demos you sent. May I confirm that the songs in the demos you sent are all your original works?â
Chi Xiaochi calmly answered, âYes.â
âThen may I ask if you, sir, would be free to come by the Xingyuan Entertainment Office at 18 Jinsong Road, East District Three, at 9am this Friday? Weâd like to assess your music.â
The author has something to say:
The scum Yang who was beaten black and blue by his own phone ãspreads handsã
TN: if anyone was confused over the memory fragment: 061 was talking about a fragment that he had in his own memory, so he couldnât remember who the person wearing the skirt was, but he was the person who piggy-backed the skirt-wearer. XCX, on the other hand, remembers the same scene in his memory, so he thought that 061 did research into his memories with LY, thus resulting in his thoughts.
sere: YASS 061 is so cuteeeee also omg hints for who 061 is!!!
baum: 061 is the best <3