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The buffet that He Zhou said was on the second floor of a five-star hotel was exactly the same as that of other hotels, nothing special. The only advantage is that there are fewer people, so they don’t have to queue for anything.

When Jing Ci and Ying Jiao arrived, He Zhou and the others set half the table.

Seeing the two of them, He Zhou couldn’t help but complain: “You guys are too slow, did you have to put on makeup and sunscreen before going out?”

The waiter brought two hot towels at the right time, and Ying Jiao slowly wiped his hands while saying, “traffic jam.”

“Theoretically there shouldn’t be.” He Zhou retorted subconsciously: “It’s not rush hour.”


Ying Jiao put down the towel and snorted: “Theoretically, the national football team can still win the World Cup.”

He ignored He Zhou, stood up and pulled Jing Qi to the dining area: “Let’s go, and get some food.”

Ying Jiao’s tall body took two plates from below, handed one to Jing Ci, and asked him, “Salmon or king crab?”

Jing Ci put two lobsters on the plate and shook his head: “No.”

Ying Jiao smiled, didn’t force him, just took his share. He found out early that Jing Ci was not very interested in seafood, he liked fish and shrimp a little, but he basically didn’t touch other things such as mussels and crabs.

The two picked and picked, took a few more plates for meat and fruit, and received the drinks, and then sat down to eat.

At the dining table, no one mentioned Father Jing. Zheng Que stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, raised his head and said to Ying Jiao, “Brother Jiao, are you still going out this winter vacation?”

It was probably a habit developed by going to China and the UK when he was a child. Ying Jiao likes to travel very much and often goes out to play during the holidays.

“No.” Ying Jiao flexibly used a fork to pick out the lobster meat from the shell and put it in Jing Ci’s bowl, without raising his head: “I don’t have time.”

Zheng Que didn’t understand: “It’s more than a month’s leave, what are you busy with?”


Ying Jiao hooked his lips and smiled, with pride and smugness in his tone: “Falling in love, and studying.”

Zheng Que: “…”

He Zhou forked a piece of lamb chop, and rolled his eyes at him while biting: “We are having a good meal, can you stop talking nonsense?”

Ying Jiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: “I already have a boyfriend, what’s wrong with saying these two words?”

He Zhou couldn’t bear it anymore and turned to Jing Ci: “Brother Ci, can you take care of him?”

Jing Ci’s ears were a little red, he pushed the salmon that Ying Jiao liked in front of him, lowered his eyes and said, “Let’s eat.”

“Okay, eat.” Ying Jiao immediately stopped, picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in some soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Other dishes in this buffet can only be said to be average, but the roasted lamb chops alone are a must. Lamb chops are French chops, with very little fat, but they are rare without firewood. They are fragrant and tender. Because it is freshly roasted, the meat is still very hot, and there is no smell of mutton.

Jing Ci liked it very much and ate two pieces in a row.

Ying Jiao calmly wrote down his preferences, watched the time he put the bones in the trash, and reached out to fork the last lamb chop on the plate.


Coincidentally, He Zhou also made the same action at the same time.

He Zhou held down the lamb chop and tried desperately to bring it to his side: “Brother Jiao, don’t try to trick me, I was one second faster than you, so this piece is mine.”

“Oh.” Ying Jiao said lightly, “Eating so much meat, do you have a sumo match tonight?”

Taking advantage of He Zhou being stunned, he used force in his hand to successfully fork the lamb chops and put it on Jing Ci’s plate: “Eat it, don’t bother with him.”

“Ying Jiao! You bastard!” He Zhou stood up angrily, holding a fork and was about to come over to fight Ying Jiao: “Who did you say is going to the sumo competition?!”

He was big, and he didn’t pay attention. All of a sudden, he directly tilted the plate containing vanilla roast chicken next to him, and a piece of greasy chicken splashed and fell to the ground onto Ying Jiao’s trousers.

Ying Jiao’s brows furrowed instantly.

He has no obsession with cleanliness, but just hates the feeling of food on his body.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” He took the tissue handed by Jing Ci and wiped it twice, but still felt uncomfortable, got up and walked out after saying a word.

“No, Brother Ci. With his stinky problems, how can you bear him?” He Zhou still remembered to get revenge for the lamp chops, and while Ying Jiao was not around, he gave Jing Ci eye drops.

(T/n: HZ didn’t really give him eye drops, he is just trying to open up JC eyes about how bad YJ is lol)

He stretched out his fingers and listed them to Jing Ci: “No one else is allowed to wear his clothes, no one can touch his bed, and he can’t stand the smell of grease…to put it simply, you can’t live with him.”

Jing Ci was startled: “Can’t wear his clothes, or touch his bed?”

“Yeah.” Zheng Que grabbed the mutton skewer in his hand, and said while eating, “Brother Ci, don’t you know? Then he’s doing a good job of covering it up in front of you.”


“Last year, I forgot whether it was autumn or winter.” Zheng Que recalled: “We were playing on the playground, and a girl who had a crush on him secretly wore the school uniform he took off. He didn’t say anything out loud, and then threw his clothes away.”

Peng Chengcheng interjected: “He doesn’t wear other people’s clothes either.”

He Zhou nodded fiercely: “Yes, yes, so we don’t go to his bedroom when we go to his house to play.”

Jing Ci lowered his eyes, kept holding his fork, and did not move for a long time.

He has used Ying Jiao’s bathroom, worn his clothes, and slept in his bed.

In the past, he always thought that this was a trivial matter that could not be more common. Unexpectedly, these are the privileges that Ying Jiao only gave him.

Jing Ci’s chest was hot.

It turned out that for Ying Jiao, he was special. It’s always been that way from before their relationship to now.

In the following time, Ying Jiao always felt that Jing Ci looked at him wrong, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong. Just seeing him like this made him really want to kiss him.

Ying Jiao thought about it for a long time and couldn’t understand it, and finally attributed the reason to the hallucination of yang qi in his body condensing and not dissipating.


After eating, He Zhou and the others went to Ying Jiao’s house in Cen Yue Bay(not sure if that is correct) to play games. Ying Jiao refused their invitation and prepared to go home with Jing Ci to do their homework.

He originally wanted to take a taxi back like they first came, but Jing Ci didn’t listen to him this time.

“We’re not in a hurry, let’s take the subway back.” Jing Ci took out his mobile phone and showed Ying Jiao: “The subway entrance is on the other side of the ancient city, very close.”

It’s less than ten yuan for two people to take the subway, but it costs more than thirty to take a taxi.

“Okay.” Ying Jiao nodded: “I’ll follow you.”

The two entered the ancient city according to the guidance of the navigation.

It is said to be an ancient city, but it is actually a commercial street. It is past the lunch hour, and the office workers have all gone to sleep. It is quiet inside, and there are not many people.

Jing Ci and Ying Jiao crossed the main road and were about to turn right when a laughing voice suddenly sounded behind them: “Look, who is it? Where are you going?”

Ying Shengjun walked up from behind with five or six people, squinting at Ying Jiao: “Why are you back? You’ll get my eyes dirty as soon as you go out.”

Ying Jiao took a step forward, blocked Jing Ci behind him, and sneered: “If it’s dirty, dig it.”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ying Shengjun, and said lightly: “Oh, no, the blood on your body is dirty, you have to go to the crematorium for a walk.”

(T/n: not sure what YJ means here.)

“You!” Ying Shengjun was enraged by Ying Jiao, and he had been holding his breath for a long time, but now he was sneering about his life experience, and the fire suddenly came up.

He snorted coldly and said viciously, “And you’re not dirty! So what? You can’t even go home.”

Ying Jiao took the initiative to move out, only Ying’s father knew. Both Ying Shengjun and Ye Lili thought he was kicked out by father Ying, and they often made fun of him with this.


Ying Jiao didn’t care at all. He put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, “So you still feel pretty proud of living in a cesspit every day?”

(Cesspit- “a pit for the disposal of liquid waste and sewage”.)

Ying Shengjun had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and his choked face flushed.

“Why don’t you try again?” A man with red hair pointed at Ying Jiao with his finger, and said viciously: “Idiot, you come out standing out straight and I will let you go back sideways today.”

Ying Shengjun looked at Ying Jiao maliciously, and took a step forward following the red haired guy’s words.

Of course he wouldn’t dare to face Ying Jiao alone, but now there are six of them. On the other hand, on Ying Jiao’s side, there are only two people, one is still a little white face who is too thin, and it is weak at first glance.

When it comes to fighting, Ying Jiao has never been afraid of anyone, he is just afraid of involving Jing Ci.

“You find a shop to hide first.” Ying Jiao tilted his head to look at Jing Ci and said softly, “I’ll find you when I’m done.”

Seeing that he didn’t move, Ying Jiao said again: “Be obedient, I will be distracted with you here.”

Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at Ying Shengjun’s group, nodded, didn’t stop, and walked straight towards a restaurant.


Ying Jiao watched him walk into the store, and then took his eyes back.

Ying Shengjun didn’t care about Jing Ci at all, what he wanted to beat was Ying Jiao. He was still worried about where to find Ying Jiao, but who would have thought that he would meet him here by chance. He would be sorry for God’s will if he didn’t beat him now when he had the chance!

A man in black(dressed?) came up, looked Ying Jiao up and down, and asked Ying Shengjun, “Is he your cheap brother who’s mother is dead?”

Ying Shengjun made a “um” sound.

Ying Jiao’s eyes slowly moved to him, and his eyes were instantly stained with anger. He walked over without saying a word, and raised his leg against the stomach of the guy in black(wearing black clothes?).

He was not prepared for his sudden attack, screamed in agony, and fell heavily to the ground.

When Ying Shengjun and his gang saw their friend being beaten, they rushed up cursingly and wanted to besiege Ying Jiao. At this moment, a large piece of viscous pale yellow liquid fell from the sky, covering their faces.

With a large bucket of peanut oil in his hand, Jing Ci stood in front of Ying Jiao expressionlessly, and poured it on them at a precise and cunning angle.

“F*ck-your mom!” The oil on Ying Shengjun’s chin kept dripping down, his eyelashes were glued together, and his eyes almost couldn’t open. He reached out and wiped his face, spit out twice, goosebumps covered all over his body. He gritted his teeth and turned to Jing Ci: “Are you courting death?”

He raised his hand and wanted to come over to beat Jing Ci, but who knew that just after taking a step, his foot suddenly slipped and hit the red haired guy heavily.

The ground was full of oil, which was already slippery, and the red-haired feet could not exert any strength. Being hit by Ying Shengjun like this, he couldn’t stabilize his body at all, and with Ying Shengjun, he fell to the ground in embarrassment.


This time, the two of them seemed to be soaked in an oil pan, and their whole body was immersed in the oil.

Several other people also had oil thrown out at them by Jing Ci, and they walked towards him with red eyes and gritted teeth: “You don’t want your hand anymore, do you?”

Jing Ci’s expression remained unchanged, he put the empty oil drum down, took out a lighter from his pocket, and said coldly, “Come here again, and I’ll set it on fire.”

One of them laughed: “Who are you scaring? I don’t believe it…”

Before he could finish a sentence, he saw Jing Ci suddenly open the lid of the lighter and start a fire.

It was pale yellow surrounded by blue flames, beating strangely in the air, and looked chilling.

Jing Ci held the flame and took two steps forward, his voice was flat and did not fluctuate at all: “It would be a big deal to die together.”

They were stunned silly, and stunned silly for fear of dying.

Several people were so frightened that they retreated again and again, and even Ying Shengjun and the red haired guy, who were lying on the ground, got up with their hands and feet, and scrambled to run back.

Damn, they just wanted to fight, who would have thought they would run into a lunatic!

Ying Shengjun was right, his younger brother is crazy, and so are his friends around him!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Ying Shengjun and his group disappeared into the ancient city, leaving only a string of oily footprints.


Jing Ci breathed a sigh of relief and put down the lighter.

Ying Jiao looked at him with complex eyes: “You didn’t have to do this, I can take care of them.”

He was gifted at fighting from an early age, especially after staying in the military camp. In the past, when he had conflicts with others, it was him who stood in front of others, and his friends were used to it. Anyway, he is very strong and won’t get hurt.

This was the first time that someone had protected him.

His Jing Ci, obviously can’t fight, obviously hates trouble, but when someone provokes him, he still rushes in front of him without hesitation.

“That won’t work.” Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and picked up the oil drum: “It’s one thing for you to beat them, but it’s another thing for them to fight you in front of me.”

For him, Ying Jiao is also special. No one can beat his head, and no one can beat Ying Jiao. Whoever hurts Ying Jiao even a little, he can fight with whomever he wants.


Afraid that Ying Jiao would feel that he was cruel, Jing Ci walked over and explained to him in a low voice: “Peanut oil is not gasoline, it ignites very high but the flames are so small. Now that it is winter, there will be no accident.”

He looked at Ying Jiao embarrassedly, and his cheeks were a little red: “I… I just scared them, but I didn’t expect them to believe it. At first glance, they didn’t learn chemistry well.”

Ying Jiao took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kiss him fiercely, and pulled him into his arms.

It is said that falling in love is easy, but staying together is difficult. Because the longer two people are together, the more flaws they expose to each other.

However, Jing Ci is like a small treasure, and every time, he can dig out different treasures from him. So that every day, he loves him more than the day before.

With infinite tenderness in Ying Jiao’s heart, Jing Ci suddenly reached out and pushed him: “Ying Jiao.”

“What’s the matter, baby?”

Jing Ci whispered: “Shall we borrow some tools to wipe the oil off the ground?”

Ying Jiao: “…”

“Otherwise it would be too much trouble for others.”

Ying Jiao laughed lowly, yes, this is what Jing Ci is like.


Never cuts the queue when eating, if you want to drink hot water in winter, you have to wait for the girls to go first before you go, and you must pay back what you owe to others…

How could he be so good.

Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his hair softly, “Okay.”

“Also… I was in a hurry to get the oil, and I didn’t give the money…”

“Okay, I’ll pay.”

“The lighter has to be returned to others.”

“Yes, I’ll pay it back.”

“Next time… Next time that person comes looking for trouble, you call me. After this incident, he must be very afraid of me.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

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WCBL: Ah, watching YJ and JC’s makes my heart ache for these two boys. Especially knowing what led to this whole transmigration in the first place. And also why do I keep translating novels that have the ML calling the MC’s baby???

5 thoughts on “DATSGEB-(75)

  1. no wonder the old jing ci was a gangster damn that was brutal! but so handsome~ I love love love them so much ahhhhh!! I feel like I’m repeating the same things over every chapter but they leave me so warm and fuzzy every time man

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  2. “Also… I was in a hurry to get the oil, and I didn’t give the money…”

    “Okay, I’ll pay.”

    “The lighter has to be returned to others.”

    “Yes, I’ll pay it back.”

    “Next time… Next time that person comes looking for trouble, you call me. After this incident, he must be very afraid of me.”

    “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

    Damn Ying Jiao be paying everything like a henpecked husband he is✊😝. Also Jing Ci so cute threatening those bastards and also become a cute, shy type wife after threatening them lmaooooooo.

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  3. I love for ML’s that call their so “baby”!
    Also, red exclamation mark means he’s not handsome so being so straightforward with the teasing might be interpreted as harassment therefore red alert xddddd

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