Chapter 156: Chapter 149 Zhan Qipei Lies in Qiao Jing’s Bed and Refuses to Leave
Looking at Zhan Qipei, who was wrapped in bandages all over, Qiao Jing subconsciously opened her mouth slightly, feeling an indescribable taste in her heart.
Before she could even react, the man hobbled over to the bed with his crutch, his eyes scanning up and down her body, filled with nervousness and worry.
“Why did you get up? You’ve got broken ribs, and still you climb out of bed, do you have a death wish?”
No sooner had Zhou Fu finished speaking than Zhan Qipei moved towards him abruptly.
“Is she alright? Where is she hurt?”
It was clear to anyone that Zhan Qipei didn’t care about his own body at the moment, his hurried visit was due to his deep concern for Qiao Jing’s condition.
Zhou Fu glanced at Qiao Jing and then at Zhan Qipei before clearing his throat, “Master, she’s fine, just minor injuries all over.”
Zhan Qipei visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Zhou Fu’s first sentence, but before he could fully relax, he heard the following sentence from Zhou Fu.
“You’re injured? Where are you hurt?” Zhan Qipei tossed aside his crutch and sat down on the bed, throwing back the covers. Without a word, he started feeling around Qiao Jing’s body, lifting her clothes and preparing to pull down her pants.
[Skill]: Basic Breathing Method LV1 (25%);
Pei Jinye looked at his attribute panel and couldn’t help but sigh.
“There’s no going back now. I had promised my editor that I’d definitely publish my book by the end of the month, but now readers won’t be able to curse me for dying a ‘cut-short eunuch’ I guess…”
Pei Jinye actually wasn’t from this world; he was originally a struggling novelist from Blue Star, barely making ends meet, occasionally relying on red packets from the gods in his group chats for aid. Half a month ago, he swore to become a literary god with a single book, but after having his opening rejected twenty-three times, just as he was pulling an all-nighter revising for the twenty-fourth time, he suddenly lost consciousness and woke up in this world.
Based on the information he had gathered so far, it was Star Calender 403, and an artificial intelligence named [Star Ring] had linked the Five Continents of the world, becoming a barrier for human beings, leading human civilization in rapid advancement.
More importantly, under the guidance of [Star Ring], human beings had gained a pathway to Transcendence!
Once one successfully awakened, it meant that they could understand the sequence of the Transcendent, becoming superior to other people!
Pei Jinye was lucky, he wasn’t undocumented when he crossed over.
He was now a high school student from No.2 Middle School of Da Peng City, luckily the original owner of the body was low-profile and unremarkable, so he didn’t have to worry about being identified as an “alien” and caught by the artificial intelligence here.
During the past half month, Pei Jinye diligently attended classes every day, trying to absorb as much knowledge about this world as possible, especially not daring to miss the Breathing Method Course, which had been designated as a key subject for examination.
In this world, if you wanted to awaken, you either had to be willing to spend money to hire a higher-level Transcendent to assist in the awakening, or you had to diligently practice the Basic Breathing Method to a profound level, awakening the Extraordinary-Human Genes within your body.
Unfortunately, Pei Jinye’s family just sold their house last week to raise money, and after managing to hire a Transcendent, still failed to achieve awakening.
Unless he awakened now, he could immediately apply for Federation Housing Allocation, solving the survival problem of his entire family.
But clearly the first option was no longer viable, leaving only the second.
Perhaps hard work paid off, as after half a month of relentless practice, his Basic Breathing Method successfully went from 24.8% to 25%… If nothing unexpected happened, he would probably meet the conditions for awakening as a Transcendent in about a hundred years.
“You better go back and rest,” Qiao Jing had just finished speaking when Zhan Qipei suddenly clutched his chest, pretending to be in pain, and then he lay down on her bed right in front of her.
“My ribs are severely injured, I can’t move, I’ll just sleep here for now.”
They knew his ribs were severely injured, but just a second ago, he was still lively inspecting her injuries, and he didn’t lack strength at that. Yet the next second, he became so listless, lying on the bed, refusing to leave.
It was so obvious, they just wanted to stay in Qiao Jing’s bed, didn’t they?
“Hey, you—” Zhou Fu had just started to speak when he was drowned out by Qiao Jing’s voice.
“Just let him stay here.”
Zhou Fu seriously doubted his ears. His master had just allowed Zhan Qipei to stay, and even share a bed with her.
Could it be that his master really had feelings for Zhan Qipei?
Zhou Fu thought back to what happened yesterday.
Honestly, when he pried open the ruins and saw what was inside, his heart was deeply touched.
Zhan Qipei truly protected Qiao Jing with his life.
To be honest, he had always felt, including now, that Zhan Qipei was unworthy of his master. However, after this incident, he still felt Zhan Qipei wasn’t worthy, but now he was qualified to be with his master.
“I’ll step out first then,”
Zhou Fu didn’t want to be a third wheel and swiftly left.
Before leaving, he very thoughtfully closed the door behind him.
After Zhou Fu had left, the room was left with only Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei, very quiet.
Qiao Jing’s gaze shifted from the door to Zhan Qipei.
Originally, she had intended to exchange a few words with Zhan Qipei, but when she turned her head, she saw that Zhan Qipei had fallen asleep beside her.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing had a guess in her heart.
She guessed that the man had come to look for her as soon as he woke up, completely disregarding the injuries on his body, mustering all his strength to come to her. After confirming she was safe and sound, he couldn’t Keep reading on NovelHub - where stories come alive!
Having come to this conclusion, Qiao Jing suddenly felt an indescribable stirring in her heart.
This inexplicable stirring was exactly like the day before, when the man had protected her with his remaining strength.
At that moment, the ringtone of the phone sounded.
The call was from Xu Moqian.
If Xu Moqian was calling her at this time, it was definitely because he had learned of her accident.
The ringtone was too loud. Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Qipei beside her and directly hung up, then typed a text message and sent it to Xu Moqian.
No sooner had she sent these three words than she received a video call from Xu Moqian.
Qiao Jing had intended to hang up, but accidentally clicked to answer.
“Sister Jing, are you really okay?” Xu Moqian stared at the screen intently.
The screen was limited; it could only show Qiao Jing’s face.
“I’m really fine,” replied Qiao Jing.
“I don’t believe you. If you’re really fine, why are you only showing me above your neck? Are you injured somewhere on your body?” Xu Moqian’s face was filled with disbelief.
Qiao Jing glanced sideways, catching a glimpse of Zhan Qipei asleep close beside her. She thought that she could only show him above the neck, for if she showed below that angle, then Zhan Qipei would appear in the frame with her.
“See, you’re not speaking. Not speaking means you’re conceding; you are indeed injured. Tell me, which hospital are you in right now? I’ll come to you.”
Qiao Jing took out her medical record book and flipped through it page by page for Xu Moqian to see.
“See? It’s just a superficial wound.”
Xu Moqian, seeing the clear black on white text of the medical records, finally began to relax.
“Even if it’s a superficial wound, you can’t neglect it. My grandfather and the rest became so anxious when they heard about your accident, they nearly rushed over all together.”
“Then tell Grandpa Xu to not worry. That’s all for now; I’m hanging up,” Qiao Jing said, fearful that continuing the conversation might give her away.
“Alright then, I won’t disturb your rest any longer. I’ll hang up first.”
As for Qiao Jing’s haste to hang up, Xu Moqian didn’t think much of it, assuming she simply needed rest.
“Okay.” Just as Qiao Jing was about to hang up the phone, suddenly a strong arm extended over, wrapping around her front, pulling and tugging her onto the bed.
“What the hell?!” Xu Moqian instantly got jumpy, bulging his eyes at the phone. The phone’s screen was mostly obstructed by the blanket at this point, only allowing a faint glimpse of the man’s arm and hand.